Negotiations, part three.

Negotiations, part three.
"Hm, trust you?"
"Yes, trust me. I trust you...remember my 4. term......you get to meet them and tell them how they can behave, and what they can do.....for all I know I end up in the bathroom, sitting in the corner and getting golden showers from three guys....so, yes, you have to trust me on my 5. term."

"Ok", I nodded....and we cuddled up, just lying there for a while.

The days went by, sleep, eat, work and everyday life. I like everyday life. Getting up early, drink coffee and watch the sunrise. But honestly, my mind was not "relaxed" these days....

I sort of felt trapped.....what if I told the guys "too much"...? What if my wife was testing me.....maybe she did not want it so rough as she said....it felt like I was total out of control....but yet in control.....and, she had to feel the same too....This little game of us really included a lot of trust....but if trust, then she had to be honest when saying she wanted "it all"...."to be treated like a slut and fucked all around"

Some months later, a friday, a normal friday , I thought.but no....
She came out of the shower, dressed hot, as classy as she is, nice black dress, hair in i nice "set up".
I am going out tonight darling. You know....she blinked ;o)

I could feel my heart start to pound and it felt strange in my belly...but...?

Remember my term one and two? Finding...meeting....?

But, øhh, yes...

"Just for see, check and talk...silly you. You look like if I was going out to get fucked...I have three dates tonight...Bye darlin", she kissed me, smiled and left.

I stood there, quite perplex....what to do know.....I walked around, grabbed a beer, some chips and found a Netflix movie....Geralds game....THAT did not relax me...

Some hours later I got a sms. My wife. "I am at our bar, you know, since this is our game ;o)"
A hour later, new sms. A picture of an old guy...I blinked...old...looked like 70 years.....I blinked...what the fuck....
New sms, a smiley...yes darling, a secret I have. Fantasy....he say his "tool" works just fine....

New sms, picture of a huge guy. Big, big belly, big arms. Fat and strong. Long beard, looked like a biker....new sms, he likes it rough....I think he will be the "boss" and leader....

New sms, picture....a huge dick....not what I read in most novels, a 15" shaft, like three cokacola cans....but he was big and thick.....I guessed on 20 cm and...yeah well....new sms.....every womans dream darlin...yes, we lie....we do want a big dick.

I had to pinch my arm...was I dreaming? Au! No, I am awake....

A new sms, a picture. My beautiful wife sitting on the lap of the old guy, biker on her right side and MrBig on her left. No hands in wrong places, they all smiled.

Two hours later she was home, and honestly, I just fucked her on the floor in our hall. She was wet and ready...

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