Alex sat deep in thought in the board room. His staff often saw him head off quietly out of the open office when he needed some peace and quiet to strategise or review figures.
Today he was finding it impossible to concentrate though. His head was filled with more personal questions. He took a moment to flick through some pictures on his phone. His wife Sarah, the love of his life albeit they were a relatively new couple of 5 years after first meeting as teenagers.
Taking a few seconds over each picture he smiled and took in her beauty. Her eyes sparkled, her smile drew him in and her long, thick hair was so luxurious. It was also her hair that triggered his other thoughts. He could vividly recall the first time he’d been naked behind her and heard her clear, direct and unquestionable instruction to “pull my hair hard.”
His fingers scrolled to his ‘hidden’ pictures folder and he unlocked it with his face. Inside he took his time savouring the pictures that showed their secret side. Friends knew they were a sexual couple, that was unmistakable, but they would not have imagined the extent of their kinks and the BDSM play Alex was reliving as he browsed.
From that small beginning they had unleashed a flood of honest descriptions of past wild experiences before they connected and then moved on to discover that they shared a long list of further fantasies some of which they had explored together, especially restraints, punishment and rough play.
One they hadn’t explored was involving others although they had quickly discovered that it was an intense kink for both of them. They chatted online with other couples, women and occasionally men but had yet to find that moment to take the plunge. Then there were the emotions and this was where it seemed to stall for them.
Alex closed his phone and gazed out of the window deep in thought. He utterly loved Sarah, no one had ever come close, and yet one thing about her that drove such intense feelings and his insatiable and constant lust was her own voracious sexual appetite. There was something in him that wanted to explore that, to see her with other men, women and couples. He felt confident that sharing her could only enhance their intimacy and connection.
So, where was the stumbling block? This was the conundrum that took all his attention as he watched the wind driving fluffy white clouds past his window.
Both Alex and Sarah ran businesses and were pretty successful. They both shared a tendency to take control and lead however in their private lives Louise tended to be much busier, a social whirling dervish involved in every possible club, committee and organisation. In general people deferred to her and stood back as she ran the show. They both knew that there was a deep link between this and her sexual leaning towards submission with Alex.
The downside was that Alex had more time to browse online, to contact people, engage with them and create opportunities but Sarah worked differently and often said she felt left out of the ‘process’ and struggled to get into a situation that had already taken shape. For his part Alex was also frustrated. He yearned for Sarah to engage more.
Then there was the other thing. The bit they tended to skip over if they were honest, although Alex meant everything he’d said when, early on in discussing swinging, Sarah had hesitantly told him that she felt possessive and couldn’t imagine seeing him fuck another woman. She was however, excited to see him use his D/s talents with ladies, just no fucking them.
He genuinely believed that that was fine. That while her being turned on to see him with other women was his preference he was fine with the fact that she didn’t feel that and the remaining dynamic excited him uncontrollably.
Both knew there was still something unresolved and that itch was what held them back.
He scrolled Fabswingers as he’d done countless times, exploring cuckolding and again pushing it aside. That wasn’t him, there was no part of him seeking humiliation, this was all about equal roles and Sarah and him sharing the adventure together.
Outside in the car park he saw Amanda, his factory manager approach two of his employees. She had transformed the place since he shook up the place by promoting her and he smiled as she spoke with the lads and sent them off laughing but clearly with some kind of flea in their ears. It had been hard to give up the operational control of the factory but in doing so the business had thrived. He’d spent most of his time on sales, winning new contracts and Amanda had delivered on them even better than he could have if the truth be told.
“Oh my fucking god,” he spoke out loud and rubbed his eyes as the realisation hit him. Reaching for his phone he typed out a text.
‘Hi gorgeous. Hope your day is going well. Mine totally is. I’ve been thinking and I have found some clarity. I’ve realised that I’m being too intense. I don’t need you to engage more, I need to back off and give you space.
We’ve proven that we can’t both lead this. You know I’m not a cuckold and you know what I do want. I trust you 100% so please change the password for Fabswingers. It’s still our couple’s profile but you can just send me screenshots when there’s something to discuss, or plan.
I absolutely fucking love you and want this.
Alex
X’
He hesitated and clicked send.
Moments later the two ticks turned blue. A minute passed before his phone pinged.
‘Wow!’ was the reply. Then almost immediately, ‘At fucking last 😉’ |
