We came to a meeting with a young, handsome man, with whom we corresponded for a long time in the messenger, and finally agreed to have coffee.
He met us at the restaurant, shook my hand and looked appraisingly at my wife, or rather at his potential sexual partner, and it was clear that he was pleased with her appearance.
He was exactly what Sveta wanted, a little older than in the photo, tall, in an expensive suit and a snow—white shirt - an image in which two unbuttoned top buttons signaled a mood not for another business meeting..
The man's name was not the usual name Gleb.
I was sitting on the couch next to my beloved wife and seemed like a big and seemingly brutal man, if it weren't for one thing, I was a dollmaker in our intimate entertainment. Therefore, even at coffee meetings, he did not take the initiative into his own hands, giving his wife complete freedom of action.
Well, for luck, our new acquaintance turned out to be not timid, he understood that he was in charge of this meeting and entertained my wife with his stories and stories, she listened to him with pleasure and supported the conversation, cast interested glances at him and allowed him to stroke his hand, creating tactile contact.
It was clear that Sveta was not uncomfortable with him, she liked him.
I, on the other hand, wanted my wife to get the most out of the meeting, and at the same time be one hundred percent sure that I, as her main man, approve of her choice and belong to her completely.
Sveta didn't try to hide her sympathy, which our new acquaintance couldn't help but notice. She always gave me the opportunity to participate in her choice, although I never contradicted her.
Well, she knew perfectly well how to make an impression at such meetings... The main thing is to take your time and tease the man a little from time to time... casually lick your lips a little slower than usual... steal a glance from under half-closed eyelids and smile a little...
It was also clear that Gleb liked Sveta very much. Imperceptibly, our conversation turned to more intimate topics. Svetochka looked at me mischievously and I looked at her with silent agreement.
— Svetlana, won't you sit down with me, — Gleb told her, apparently in order to move on to the next phase of acquaintance
I tried not to get too involved in their conversation so as not to embarrass future lovers, Gleb seemed to understand the format of our relationship.:
A husband with his slut wife, whom he loves so much that he is ready to step over his ego and let her try other men... Or even vice versa — a woman who is confident and free in her desires, with her husband approving of any choice she makes.
Svetochka moved over to him and they continued the conversation, already casually touching each other.
"Well, are you married?" Gleb asked.
— Yes, Dima is my husband, — Sveta took his hand stroking his fingers.
— So you're Swingers? He returned her strokes.
— No, not Swingers. I love men, and my husband likes how men love me, he's a dollmaker. — Sveta smiled — He is aware of all my hobbies and does not object to them, but helps me in every possible way and is glad that I, being his wife, and at the same time sleeping with others.
"He's a wonderful husband," our friend approved
"He's special to me. An assistant, always at the wheel and absolutely not jealous. This quality is so rare in men. My husband and I were lucky. — Sveta finished
— So it will take us wherever we say,
will he keep us company here and not bother us there?? — Gleb summed up
"Exactly," my wife smiled.
He brought his face close to my wife and lightly touched her lips with his lips. Sveta answered him and Gleb continued the kiss more confidently, biting her soft, pliant lips and holding her hair.
The pause dragged on a bit, Sveta broke away from him and took a sip of her third glass of champagne.
"I'll just be a minute.".. — she asked her only interlocutor to "powder her nose."
Gleb stood up to let her enter the aisle.
Before she left, she looked at me once more and smiled. She was beautiful, with a slight blush from the champagne and anticipation of the next phase of the evening. Her light brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and her makeup was a little brighter than usual... and the eternal classic was a form—fitting black dress, under which the same black lace underwear was waiting for the opportunity to show itself to a new lover — although, in fact, it would not matter when it was torn off her.
Swaying her hips beautifully, she left us.
—So what?" — Gleb asked, - are you not satisfying her?
— No, everything is fine with us, she is just free to have lovers in order to feel the joy of satisfaction with other partners. And I don't mind her having sex on the side...
"So you're keeping a vow of physical fidelity to her?"..
— Yes, it's enough for me to make her happy and contented. If she makes a boyfriend or friends for sex, I'm only glad.
— Are you involved in the search for her partners? Or does she choose her own men?
"I'm helping her with that."..
— Your wife is beautiful, probably all men want her.. Are you happy when she sleeps with others?
— Yes, I like to watch and I like being a dollmaker. It's exciting. There's a lyric in it...
"Did she have many men?"
— Yes, a lot, and she's great at cheating...
Gleb looked at me, smiling a strange smile, in which understanding, admiration and some kind of note of contempt for me were mixed...
"The way I'm going to have your wife, you're going to get turned on," he promised with a hint of mockery and even authority..
Gleb got up and walked away towards the toilet.
Less than five minutes later, Gleb appeared again.
— I have to give you something from your wife, - with a smile, he handed me my wife's black lace panties in his clenched fist... The ones she was wearing when she left the house.
I couldn't find a way to comment on this, I just silently accepted this message and put it in my inner pocket, feeling at the same time how wet they were...
Even now, at the beginning of far from the first meeting, understanding why my wife's panties got wet, and especially from the fact that now she will continue her evening without them, made me feel hot... that surely our new acquaintance couldn't help but notice.
My subconscious involuntarily slipped me a picture of Gleb roughly fucking her, holding her by the hair and slapping her buttocks...
Today she was clearly in the mood to obey this man and let him get everything he wanted from her holes. I must say, this mood has always prevailed in her sexual desires, and it coincided with my desires. Of course, she melted in my hands and under my lips, just like she did many years ago... However, you probably couldn't feel like a real cheap slut with me, who doesn't need respect, but only high-quality sex...
When she managed to satisfy this hunger with me, her lover, or her own skillful hands, the desires subsided, and she became a reasonable woman again, an almost exemplary wife and a wonderful companion, welcome in any company.
I got everything I wanted from her. Was that enough for me? I suppose so. But why are my hands shaking now? Is it just because I know what and with whom my wife might be doing now?
And I didn't even need to participate in sex, I longed to see my wife having fun with another man. This element of taboo was very arousing.
I enjoy the fact that my woman is desirable, and easily demonstrates her beautiful body to another man, including in the photo.
I've been an obedient boy all this time, and my wife has allowed me to be involved in the process. In order not to miss a single minute of a bright meeting for us.
Our special evening was ready to begin. After all, without such evenings, we wouldn't be ourselves. Without such evenings, routine and everyday life would probably be waiting for us... but in everyday life, there is no happiness...
Sveta led me out of my thoughts, which Gleb did not disturb, coming up unnoticed from behind, she was radiant with a wonderful mood.
—Come on, boys! — She commanded, - Dima, give me a raincoat...
Both Sveta and Gleb were already on edge, and the cafe, even if quiet and cozy, did not allow their desires to come true.
We left the restaurant, I helpfully opened the back door of the car for her, and her companion got in on the other side.
I got behind the wheel and drove slowly out onto the road, glancing at the couple in the rearview mirror.