When we got to the hotel room that night, a large classy room in one of the better known hotels in town, in the middle of my second blow job of the day, she announced that this was the same town as Duane. “Whose?” I asked, not putting his name in context with traveling.

“My Dom, you know, my phone sex customer that has me wear the collar.” This was the first time I’d heard her call him “her” Dom.

“Oh yeah,” I said, “Duane. He really hits your buttons doesn’t he?”

“He does,” she admitted, “he has me do things I never thought I would say and do, let alone think about. It is so hot. I cum harder with him than any other guy I have ever had phone sex with. He’s really good. ”

My mind starting piecing things, but I was subtle, quieter. I wondered why she was bringing this up now. “He wants to have dinner with us while we’re here.” She said.

“When did this come up,” I asked, suspiciously.

“When he called yesterday afternoon, I mentioned I wouldn’t be available for a day or two because we were going out of town. He asked me where and when I told him he mentioned that he lives here. He ordered me to have dinner with him.”

“Ordered?” I said, surprised that she would let anyone order her to do anything.

“I told him absolutely not unless you were along. He said that would be fine, and he’d pick up the check.” This hotel we’re in has one of the best restaurants in the city and he has reservations, which takes weeks to get usually, and the restaurant rotates, with great views— and if you object all we have to do is not show up.”

Candace’s enthusiasm was obvious. I thought it over for a moment. It was dancing close to the flame. But then again we love dancing close to the flame.

“Well there’s nothing wrong with just having dinner,” I said.

“Great,” she said, and enthusiastically finished with my blow job. I got my shower first, dressed, and watched the tv as she emerged from the shower, dripping wet. At 42 she has a great body that she works to keep in shape. She’s blessed with ample boobs capped with deliciously large nipples. Her hair is shoulder length and wavy, and her soft waist tapers down over exquisite hips on top of long slender legs. I stared at her enjoying her nude body as she pulled on a black thong, which was new, just covering the dark trimmed two-week stubble. She usually doesn’t wear thongs except at my insistence. She says they are uncomfortable.

Candace slid her black evening dress over her head, her sexiest dress that is very low cut almost to her waist and one she only wears when we are away from people she knows because of the exposure of it. She has to be very careful to sit up straight when she wears it.

“Wow,” I commented, “you wanting to get some attention tonight aren’t you?”

“Well he is a good customer,” she answered, “and he’s cammed with me, it’s not like I’m showing him anything he hasn’t already seen.”

“In the flesh I’m sure he’ll enjoy how you look as much as I do.”

“Good,” she said, checking herself in the mirror. It’s almost time.

We went to the elevator and punched the restaurant floor.

 

Chapter 3 Dinner

 

At the elevator we were caught halfway to the hostess by a well-dressed man a few inches taller than me, in a gray suit. He looked to be in his late 40’s, lightly tanned, calling my wife’s online name, “Candace”.

We both turned to him, she smiled, they hugged and exchanged pleasantries about how nice it was to meet face to face and she eventually introduced me. He introduced himself as Duane, and thanked me for allowing him to share our company with him tonight, and that this was a bit awkward as he had never met anyone he had met online before, but he felt connected with her and thanked me so much again for making this possible.

The hostess called his name for the table reservation as he was still talking and we followed the hostess to the elegantly laid out table.

I have to give him credit, he was a brilliant conversationalist, a good listener, talked about subjects we all could chat about, and by the time we had finished the appetizers we were all old friends.

We took our time, had drinks, wine with dinner, then more wine, and he talked about how much he enjoyed chatting with my wife. He explained his wife had died a year ago and he was in a tailspin until he was online surfing and called my wife by random choice. He told us that he and his wife had played dom/sub games and he didn’t know if he would ever be able to play again until he found Candace.

He thanked me for not objecting to her phoning and camming with him.

“It is her choice actually,” I said.

We remained at the table after the main course, waiting on our dessert menus. I went to the restroom, returned, and my wife left to go after I got back.

Our new friend turned to me, “I know this may sound weird, but you have to understand that I’ve talked to your wife for hours on the phone, very intimate conversations, and cammed, and phone sexed, and sometimes just talked. I feel like I’ve known her for a very long time, and indirectly from what she has said about you, and being here with you for dinner I think I know you too.” I just nodded, not sure where this was heading.

“I have something I would like to say, and I wouldn’t even suggest this if I didn’t feel I know you well enough to say it. And of course if you say no I understand.” I just stared at him. “You love you wife, that’s clear.” I nodded. “And you have enough confidence in your marriage, relationship, and friendship that you don’t object to her being intimate over the phone and internet with other men.”

“True.”

“And from what she says you love seeing her turned on, wanting sexual fulfillment so bad that she’s out of control, concentrated only on cumming, lost in the passion of sex,” he said.

“Yes, she knows that. Seeing her like that is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen”.

“And you love seeing her go outside her limits, especially when it comes to how she dresses, and in sexual things?”

“Yes.” I answered.

“You as her husband are so close to her, know her so well, and her you, and because you have a real life anchored in reality and daily interaction in other areas there are some areas that she really can’t let go with you.”

I wasn’t sure where this was going, and asked, “such as?”

“She has a hard time being sub to you sexually, even though she’s naturally a sub from what I see. She says being submissive is one of her extreme turn-ons, but it doesn’t work with you because afterward she has to talk to you about the bank balance or getting a car repaired.”

“Which is why she enjoys it online so much,” I said.

“Yes, and meeting someone from online is a sometimes only a step from the online fantasy to reality.”

“I guess so,” I said. ”something newer, more daring, hotter. I’m sure seeing you face to face is a turn-on for her.”

“I hope so,” he said. “I don’t think it is so much me as much as I’m just someone else, someone she’s shared intimacy with already on the phone. I bet you’d love to know what sexual things are running through her mind right now.”

“I sure would,” I answered, “and I bet you would too.”

Duane nodded in agreement. “Ed my friend, I daresay I may have a better read on her than you at the moment.” I bristled, he could see it, so he went in another direction. “Imagine your wife just as turned on and lost in desire and passion for real as she would be in the midst of her hottest phone session , her achieving and erotic turn-on that you due to your familiarity with her, it is a side you will likely never see.”

“Alright.” I answered.

“Tonight I can show you that side, and you can see it--if you want to.” Duane paused, took a deep breath.

“Go on.” I said, not sure I understood where he was going with this. I wondered for an instant if he was suggesting a threesome.

“I want to borrow your wife for a few hours.”