WAS I WILLING?

"This is the question I will ask you to answer tomorrow, after you have thought about it. Once it starts, once I've fucked her, you need to understand you will get the woman who will do all the things you have wanted. Olivia will do all the things she's been holding back on all these years. But for that to happen you have to understand you can't guide how it happens. You are the husband, you get the benefits, but this is not about you but her, and she will take it where she wants-not you. Is that clear?"

"Clear." I said. I noted he did not say if he would fuck her but when.

"Once it starts you have to let it go where it will, you can't stop it. The time for your reservations is now. If you can't handle it, say it now and we can go back to the forums and talk about such things and you be happy that it didn't happen."

"I think I'm willing for it to happen."

"It is not a think. You have to know. And the letting it go once it starts is vital. I've seen husbands try to stop things once a white wife gets going and it turned into a mess. It is not a revocable permission. You might think it is, but she will not. So the big question I will ask tomorrow is, are you sure you want to go on. I will email you the question again tomorrow."

"I will email your answer tomorrow," I said.

"OK," Ellis said. I think he knew my answer before I hung up.

***

It was a sleepless night. All I could think about was the second guessing myself that I was setting my wife up on one hand and on the other hand once this happened, as Ellis promised, and as I knew in my gut, Olivia would be the uninhibited sexy wife that I was now obsessed with her becoming. If it took her fucking another man for that to happen, OK.

I would think about it for an hour or two in the darkness, and then with my cock rock hard and unable to hold back any long I would wake up Olivia by trying to put my cock inside her.

She was game and let me, although half-asleep. I ravished Olivia twice that night. After the second time she asked me what had gotten into me. I didn't dare tell her the truth.

As soon as she left for work I called into the office, told them I would be late, and went to my computer. The question from Ellis was already in my email box.

"OK Barry. Here is the question for the last time. Do you want to proceed with the goal of overcoming your wife's prudish and inhibited ways-even if it means fucking another man, realizing that once it starts it goes where it goes, possibly out of your control?"

"Yes, I'm ready for it happen. I understand and am willing to let it go where it goes." I hit send.

Before I got up from the computer his email came back.

"Received your positive answer. Now the fun starts. Send me another nude photo of her, a sexier one. Any second guessing or doubts should be put out of your mind-because all you will hear back is you had your chance to say no and you said to go for it."

I went to my pictures again, and I had one of Olivia on her hands and knees, her pussy lips parted and wet facing the camera, her body half twisted to show her breasts and her face looking back at the camera with a smile. It was a perfect doggy position. I attached and sent it.

"Perfect. She likes to get fucked doggy style?" he asked.

"Her favorite," I said in response.

"I have a little research to do," Ellis said. "Send me her real name, your address, her Facebook name for starters."

I responded with the information and he did not send a reply email.

***

Two days later, a Thursday, he called my cell. "Your wife is hot." he said. "I am going to enjoy this one. I can't wait to fuck her."

"You seem sure of yourself," I said, taken aback at his sudden cockiness.

Ellis laughed. "I know me, and from what I can find out online I know a lot about her. Yes, I'll fuck her-and she'll love it. Within three weeks you are going to have the uninhibited wife you want."

"OK." Was all I could stammer.

"I saw on Facebook you and she went to the opening of that new club in Cutworth, the Blue Sambuca."

"We did, we were on our way back from vacation and stopped near the mall in Cutworth for some last minute shopping on the way home. We don't get through there very often and she likes the mall. They were having the grand opening of the club and we went in for a drink. She put the pictures on Facebook."

"Did you like it? Would she go back?"

"She loved it. Yes, she'd go back."

"Good. Take her there as a surprise tomorrow night."

I thought it over, we usually went out Friday nights for dinner, and despite the hour and a half drive it was something we had actually talked about doing. No problem there. "Not a problem," I said. "How's this going to work."

"Baby steps, my friend, baby steps," Ellis said. "You are going to have a couple of drinks, go to the restroom and text me, and when I come in I will come up and you will introduce me as a business contact. Nothing more. I won't stay long."

I was hyperventilating. This was insane, here I was arranging a way to introduce my wife to a black man I'd had only talked to on the phone and knew from the Internet. I was insane, because I agreed. "We'll finish dinner about 9, so it would be about 9:30 to 10:00 before we would be finishing the after dinner drinks."

"Perfect," Ellis said.

"And then what? After that."

"Baby steps, like I said, one thing at a time," Ellis said. "Tomorrow night then."