"No face, just forms," Wendy gasped, "but he, he," Wendy groaned and ground down on his cock. "He's just big, and takes control, doesn't ask...oh fuck." Windy screamed.

How hot does that make you on a 1 to 10?" Alec asked.

"Twelve." As Wendy said it Alec could feel her pussy gush with more warm juices. Wendy began sliding back and forth faster on his cock, leaning forward, holding Alec's hands tight against her breasts, getting louder, grunting as she came quickly, squirting, pausing, gasping.

Alec rolled Wendy to her back and moving over her, close to cumming, pumped faster and faster before groaning as he spewed his cum inside her. He held his body hard against her until his own spasms stopped and she had drained him. Alec withdrew, rolling to his back. He stumbled to the bathroom, wet a cloth with warm water and brought it back to her.

Wendy took it and wiped her pussy and his cum pouring out of it. "Damn, that was hot, Wendy," Alec said, cuddling against her.

"Maybe we should have these kind of fantasy talks more often."

"No. I fantasize about someone else too much already. Don't make it worse. Now I feel guilty." She's never admitted that before, Alec thought.

"You shouldn't," Alec said. He took a deep breath and gave her a serious look, the words flowing without thinking, but automatically seemed what he should say for the moment. "You know you could."

"What?"

"Fuck someone else." Wendy's pussy did not gush with more juices as he had expected.

"Huh?" Wendy asked. "You're crazy. I don't need to fuck someone else. I'm married to you. You are my husband. Where did that comes from?" Alec persisted.

"None of that would change, if you did, I mean. Rather than letting these unexperienced sexual things bother you or take up too much of your time," Alec said, "we both know we are not going anywhere, and there's no one around in the house now but us, so you could, if you wanted to. You just said a few minutes ago you wanted to and you can tell it turns us both on," Alec said.

"You are crazy. Fantasies and reality are different," Wendy said. She didn't sound convincing and Alec felt the subtle change in her words.

"Look, Wendy, I felt how hot and wet this made you. You know it is a fantasy of mine. I would like for you to experience some things new, thrilling, and fun. I don't want you to do it for me. But I mean, the thought of you actually doing something bold and out of character like that is erotic as hell, but I don't want you doing it for me to be the reason. I would want you to want to, you know?"

"I couldn't-for either one of us. It's too risky."

"I am not going to hamper you and tell you that you should not under any circumstances," Alec said, adding, "But I will say this, and know I may be adding fuel to the fire. You officially have a hall pass."

"What?"

Alec fumbled around in the nightstand drawer and found a pen and notepad. He scribbled a message and handed it to Wendy. She read it. "You are crazy, you know?"

"I've been told that before-by you. Read it aloud."

"Wendy has a hall pass to fuck someone else, no judgement or restrictions," Wendy read.

Wendy paused thinking before she answered. "Even if I could do that, do you know what the idea of it bothers me most? Even more than the thought of doing something with another man and married to you? Say I did and came home afterward you would drive me crazy with questions, getting turned on by what had happened and wanting more and more answers, beyond anything I could tell you, and you would be so excited, and knowing that I couldn't let go and be into it for myself, like you described. I couldn't really enjoy fucking someone else for worrying about what I needed to remember to tell you later."

That comment caused Alec to tense. In his fantasy after Wendy had fucked someone else her retelling him the details or watching her as she fucked someone else was precisely a key part of his sexual fantasies. Alec was in too deep in his enabling now, past the point of return. It was as if he wanted to convince her. "OK, I'll add to the proposal," Alec said. "You have a hall pass and you do not have to tell me about it-for six months."

"Oh it is a proposal now. You couldn't stand it if I even considered something like that," Wendy challenged.

"For you to get this regret of missing something out of your head, to get you more turned on sexually, opening up and getting past some of your inhibitions, and allow you to experience what you think you have missed? I could stand it. You're still so hot and young enough to do it, go out, party, and this is a gift I can give you, the freedom to enjoy that," Alec said. "Consider it a sexual vacation. If you always come home to me and remember who you're married to."

Wendy looked into his eyes. "You're serious." Alec noticed she trembled a little.

"I am. Or not. I'm maybe on the fence of wanting you to do this for real, but with the hall pass the choice is now yours," Alec admitted. "I'll stand behind what I said."

"Is this really what you want? You want me to live your fantasy of doing someone else? Fucking someone else can't be undone, you know, and it could change our relationship forever."

"If you did decide to do this, I would be counting on you to not let it negatively change our relationship," Alec countered.

And how would someone else fucking me work? Not saying anything to you about it for six months and you not asking questions? Me doing something without you knowing where I am going or what I will be doing or who I am out with?" Wendy asked, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Good question, but it is what I said. I will prove it." Alec said. "OK, for the next six months you do not tell me where you are going, or when you'll be back, and you do not feel like I am keeping tabs on you. You say, "I'm going out tonight for a while, and I will know you are back when you walk in the door."

"Damn, I don't think you could endure that. I know you."

"Only one way to find out isn't there?"

Wendy giggled. "That part might be fun. I could certainly screw with your head a little."