Wayne almost choked on his pint as he said, “What do you mean, she will do anything you say?”
“What I said, she agrees to anything, honest.” Mike smiled as he watched his best friend struggling with what he was telling him.
“So you are telling me, that if you ask her she will let me fuck her, no strings?” Wayne leaned forward as he spoke.
“No, you’re not listening to what I’m saying. I don’t ask her, I tell her.” Mike spoke quietly and smiled.
“How the fuck did you get her to agree to that? There has to be a catch somewhere. Your Mrs is bloody gorgeous, everyone wanted her at University. I never understood how you got her to go out with you, or marry you. I really don’t understand how you’ve talked her into anything like this.”
“Let me explain, and keep your voice down a bit I don’t want the whole pub to know. About a year ago we had a bit of a wobble, Mary was complaining she had to make all the decisions. I thought she was happy but she said after five years of marriage she was fed up having to decide everything. She said she was even choosing my clothes to go out, where we went, what we ate, who we saw. She said the final straw was when she even chose and booked our holiday on her own.”
“And because of that now she will let you ask her if I can finally have sex with her?”
Mike sipped his drink before answering, “It is all because of date nights.”
“You’re not making any sense mate, are you just bullshitting me or are you drunk?”
“Listen, Mary said she wanted me to take charge once a week. We decided on a Friday to be a date night. I had to decide everything. On the first date, she said I only had to pick where we went, what we ate, and who we saw. A couple of weeks later I had to decide everything.”
Wayne sat forward on his chair and asked Mike, “What else is there to decide?”
“Oh man, you have no idea how stressful I found it. I had to choose her outfit and how she did her hair. The whole where, what, when, who, how, she even made me order her food and drinks. When she took her coat off in the restaurant she was braless under the thin blouse I had chosen, it was so out of character for her. When I asked her why, she said I had not told her what underwear to wear.”
“I still don’t get how you choosing her clothes gets to me fucking her.” Wayne struggled to keep his voice down. He also struggled with his rising interest and excitement, he had always fancied Mary.
“Stop interrupting, and keep your voice down. I was so turned on that evening and we fucked like rabbits that night. So for the next few weeks, I got the hang of choosing and started to enjoy it. I also bought her a couple of sets of more racy underwear. Our sex life perked up on Fridays too. I would keep her clothes quite muted if we met a group of friends. Then one week I hit on the idea that as I was in charge she had to answer questions honestly.
"She warned me not to just ask what she wanted to do, to try and get out of choosing. I assured her I had no intention of asking anything like it. I would wait until we were in a nice restaurant, or somewhere she might be overheard and would make her tell me things. I remember the first time I asked her to tell me about the first time she had sex. We all want to know stuff like that, right.” Mike raised his eyebrows as he finished speaking to Wayne.
“I never asked Wendy about previous partners or anything like that. I don’t think I want to know and she probably would not tell me anyway,” Wayne said, a little defensively.
Mike continued to speak, “Right, so Mary took a big swig of her wine and told me the whole story. I found it a fucking huge turn-on and could not wait to get home. After three or four months of our date nights, I was getting into the swing of it. I started to push it more and often made her wear more revealing clothes with no underwear at all. She never complained and I was sure she was enjoying it as much as me.
"I asked Mary if she was happy with the Friday date nights and she said something that surprised me at the time. She said that as long as nothing stopped her from going to work on Monday as normal then it was fine. She also said something like, with great power comes big responsibility. Then she sort of warned me to be careful what I wished for. I asked her more than once about it over the following couple of weeks. She said she would draw the line if I told her to get a tattoo or do anything that left visible marks at the end of the weekend.”
Wayne shot him a question, “Are you just making all this up, some sort of wind-up?”
“No, I’m deadly serious. Two months ago when we were out for a meal I told her to tell me all about the last person other than me she had slept with. I was starting to get a real kick out of hearing her have to tell me things. She just said OK and told me in great detail sleeping with some guy she met online.”
“What is so great about hearing about her past?”
“I was shocked at first when she told me that it happened just as we were having our wobble, just over a year ago.”
“Fuck off. There is no way your Mrs is cheating on you.” Wayne's voice was getting louder again.
“She told me the whole thing. I figured that confession gave me the right to do anything I wanted. Three weeks ago I made her wear a short skirt and tight blouse and no underwear and we went to a bar. A few guys kept looking over while we talked, it really turned me on. I told her to cross and uncross her legs and she did it straight away. I told her to open her legs a little and flash her pussy at two guys sitting opposite us, she did it without hesitating.
"We did not stay there very long, I started to get worried it was getting out of control. If anything Mary looked a bit pissed off when we left. I was so turned on as we drove away. I pulled over into a layby and told her to give me a blowjob. She leaned over straight away and started sucking me, about a minute later I saw two guys standing a few feet away watching. I told her to take off her blouse, and she hardly stopped sucking me as she did.
Mike leaned towards Wayne as he spoke, and lowered his voice. "I locked the car doors and watched the two men walk right up to the car staring at Mary. I grabbed her tits while she was sucking me, and saw one of the men take his cock out and start stroking it. I only lasted a minute before coming into her mouth, and she sat up. She did not attempt to cover herself up and looked over at me. I realised she was waiting for me to say something, and that she still had my cum in her mouth. I told her to swallow, which she made a show of doing."
Mike saw Wayne's mouth was open as he listened intently to what Mike was telling him.
Mike continued, "I started the car and drove home in a daze, Mary never liked me to come in her mouth and never swallowed before. We were nearly home before I thought to tell her to put her blouse back on. We went indoors and fucked for a long time. All the time I was thinking about the two men who had watched her.”
“What layby did you go to? Tell me next time you plan on doing that.”
“The one off the bypass, near the flyover where the flower stall is at the weekend. Don’t worry about that, it gets better. Two weeks ago was our anniversary, five years married. I thought I had been pushing it a bit far, and date nights were turning into a string of increasing sexual dares. We just went for a nice meal, and I bought her a slinky dress and a matching underwear set to wear. The evening felt a bit of a let-down, an anti-climax after the previous few evenings.
"Driving home I dared her to walk topless around the car if I stopped somewhere quiet. She said that dares did not count, but she would do what she was told. I took a detour back to the layby from the week before. It was much later than the first time, with just a few cars parked further along. I stopped where the trees hung over and told her to walk once around the car topless.
"Mary undid the straps of the dress and let it fall to her waist. She reached behind, released the bra and put it on the dashboard. She climbed slowly out of the car and walked calmly around the car and back into her seat. She just sat still while I scanned the layby, no one got out of the cars parked in front of us. Then I saw one older guy standing just inside the line of trees staring at the car.
"I have no idea why, but I told Mary to beckon him over. She waved to him and a moment later he was standing right next to her window. I reached across and cupped her tits in my hands, I could feel her nipples already hard against my palms. I could see the man had one hand down inside the front of his track pants, I guessed he was wanking. I remembered I had not locked the doors and thought we should leave."
Wayne shook his head as he listened to Mike as if he was willing him not to drive away.
Mike continued to tell his friend what happened. "I was about to move when I saw him slowly ease his pants down and pull his cock free, he was wanking quite fast. I told Mary to encourage him and she put her face up to the window, I could not see what she was doing from behind in the dark. She put her hand down to the window switch and I told her not to open it. I was glad I stopped her as a moment later he started cumming, shooting ropes of cum onto the window. He even rubbed his cock on the glass to wipe the last drops onto it.
"As soon as he stepped back I drove away quite fast, telling Mary to cover up. When we got home I could see his cum running down the window and the door. I’d cleaned the car that morning, Mary made some comments about how messy my car looked and drew a finger through it. I remember telling her to clean it up if she was that worried about it. She asked how she should clean it and I sarcastically said quickly or properly, something like that.
"I was not expecting what she did next at all. She put the finger she had slid through the mess into her mouth and said, ‘Like this?’ I have no idea why it turned me on so much, but I told her that she should lick it clean. I watched her spend five minutes licking every trace of cum from the window and door. I took her indoors and we fucked like animals in bed that night.”