Amanda kept her luncheon meeting with Tiffany a secret from Sy. Tiffany's proposal was simply too outlandish for Amanda to discuss with her husband. At least, not yet. First, she must think it through for herself.

Tiffany had proposed that Amanda take Tiffany's husband Glenn as her lover! The very idea of a wife cooperating in her husband's romantic affair with another woman was simply inconceivable to Amanda. She had to wrestle with this strange idea before she brought it up with Sy.

Tiffany had demonstrated her amazing persuasive powers at lunch. She had induced Amanda to confess her most secret sexual fantasies! That evening, many hours later, those luncheon memories still made Amanda blush! Surprisingly, Tiffany had not been angered by Sy's desire to share his wife with Tiffany's husband, nor by Amanda's subsequent flirting with Glenn. On the contrary, Tiffany had heartily endorsed an affair between Amanda and Glenn! What's more, Tiffany had put forth a strong argument in favor of an affair that seemed unassailable to Amanda.

And isn't that what Sy had insisted he wanted? An affair, or at least a sexual liaison, between his wife and her boss? But, did Amanda want that, herself? She didn't know.

What she did know, or strongly suspected, is that Glenn would welcome a sexual relationship with her. She knew their friendship was something more than a warm, professional, working relationship. Their's was a relationship with an extra measure of heat lurking just below the surface, heat that might break through at any time.

That same evening, Sy noticed Amanda's pensive mood but said nothing. Since the game had started, their romantic life had run from cool to extremely hot. Sy thought perhaps she was entering one of her a cool phases. In bed that night, Amanda wanted only to cuddle. Her body language conveyed her lack of interest in lovemaking.

The next day, Tuesday, Amanda went to work but she could think of little besides the previous day's luncheon, and the very strange conversation she'd had with Tiffany. Her boss also noticed Amanda's subdued mood, and like Sy, he said nothing. But unlike Sy, Glenn knew exactly what was on Amanda's mind. That knowledge, and the thought of what might soon be available to him, kept Amanda on his mind.

That evening, Amanda joined Sy in bed and cuddled up close to enjoy his warmth. She embraced her husband and they began kissing, fondling, and soon they were naked and enjoying slow, gentle lovemaking. It was the kind of sex Amanda needed after all that had been on her mind after her stressful luncheon with Tiffany. She was so glad to be back in her husband's loving arms! This was very different from their frantic couplings and sexual role-play of the previous week.

They finished and held each other close until Amanda rolled over and fell asleep. Sy sensed something different about his wife.

By the end of the week, Amanda had thought the matter through and reached a tentative decision. For two years, Sy had been teasing her about having sex with her boss. Was Sy serious? He had surely acted serious during the last few months. Did Sy want to live out his fantasies, or were they only for bedroom play?

Amanda had to know. The uncertainty had become a major distraction in her marriage, and it had grown to include Glenn and Tiffany. Sy talked a good game, but how would he react if he watched his wife actually have sex with another man? For now, that was out of the question. But she could test him another way.

Friday evening after dinner, after a long week of work, Amanda took Sy's hand and led him into the living room.

"Sit here, Sy," she said, pointing to the sofa, "I've got something for you." She returned a moment later with a crystal highball glass containing an inch of amber liquid.

"I know how much you like watching those eighteen year old girls, you pervert, but you can't have them. So instead, I bought you some eighteen year old MacCallan scotch to sip. I want you to watch while I act out a story." She sat down on the sofa beside him.

"This is my show, Babe. You sit quietly and watch. Here, let me have a taste of that," she said, taking the highball glass from him. She drew a long sip before continuing.

"What if Glenn and I were lovers, Sy? You say you want this, but do you, really? Close your eyes and imagine this scene for me, Sy. Imagine, Glenn and I are alone some evening in a fancy hotel room. Imagine you are Glenn, sitting in this chair, sipping Scotch whisky, and watching me. Me, your wife, Sy! I'm alone with you, and Sy is a looong ways away. Glenn, that's you, Babe, has asked me to strip and I'm going to do it for him. Glenn is going to watch me take off my clothes. Now, you watch what your wife does for another man!"

She walked to the center of the room and pushed a coffee table off to the side to clear some space.

I've never stripped before, she thought. Can I do it? She steeled herself and began.

"This is what Glenn would see, Babe. Me, your wife, undressing. Is that what you want, Sy? Do you want Glenn to see your wife naked?" She began unbuttoning and peeling off her clothes. Slow down, not so fast! she thought.

"Wow, Mandy! Any man would! You're beautiful," he gasped, fascinated as he watched her undress.

When she had stripped down to her bra and panties, she did a pirouette to face him with her hands on her hips. "Leave your shirt on, but take off your pants," she told him.

Sy stifled a groan and struggled with his shoes and pants.

"Socks, too," she said.

"Do you think I could get Glenn to take off his pants that easily, Sy? What do you think? Would he, if I just asked him to do it?"

"I'll bet he would," Sy said, and he stroked his semi-hard penis. Mandy stopped him.

"Hands off your dick, Babe. Just watch me."

Mandy removed her bra and panties and pranced about the room, all curvy and jiggly and bouncy in a way Sy had never seen her before. She was behaving like a stripper on a stage! Was this his wife? This was a different woman! She walked over to stand right in front of him and straddled his legs. She raised her right foot and placed it on the armrest, exposing herself to her husband in the lewdest way she could think of. She thrust her pelvis toward his face.

This is so slutty! she thought. She brought her hips further forward until her sex was right in front of his face.

"My Gaawdd, Mandy!" Sy exclaimed.

Mandy put her hands on his head and pulled him closer. "Lean forward and kiss my pussy. I shaved it for you. Do you like it?"

He gave her pussy a quick kiss. "I like it, Mandy."

"Another kiss. This time, get your tongue in there and taste me. Use your tongue to explore. Use your lips to suck. Find my secret place, Babe." She gripped his hair and pulled his face hard into her sex. "Yeah, just like that. Do it to me good," she gasped.

Sy's mind was racing! Mandy had never been like this! So vulgar and demanding! Would she really do this to Glenn? Mandy held Sy's face tightly against her sex and began moving her hips. Hard and slowly, she rubbed her sex over his mouth.

"Get your tongue in there. Deeper. Fuck me with your tongue," Mandy said. She looked down to his lap and saw his penis had grown into a rigid rod.

Mandy ground her pelvis up, down, and around to smear her juices on her husband's face. She pushed her clitoral hood against the tip of his nose and made little circles with her pelvis to push back the skin. The intense sensations added to the nugget of heat growing deep within her. Then she pulled back, bent forward, and kissed him while she licked his face.

Sy was shocked. She's never done that before!

She knelt down onto the rug between his legs and placed her hands and forearms on his naked thighs.

"Now, I'm going to suck your cock, Babe. And your balls, too. Spread your legs. Sit back and let me do it to you. Just enjoy it."

Her words sent a surge of excitement through Sy.

Mandy tightly grasped Sy's testicles in one hand and pulled. Sy tensed in response. She used her other hand to bend his penis down to her mouth. She began licking the shaft up and down with the flat of her tongue, and she explored around his cockhead with the tip of her tongue. He could feel her hot breath on his skin and he moaned when she worked her tongue into his little opening.

Sy thought, This is a woman possessed!

Then, in one smooth motion, Mandy took his entire length into her mouth, down to the root. She held him there for a moment and Sy felt her throat muscles work on his cockhead. She squeezed and relaxed, and squeezed again, as if she were attempting to swallow him whole. She released her suction and pulled her mouth off with a gasp, her lips trailing strands of saliva. Then, she began fellating him in earnest.

Mandy sucked his cock as slow and regular as a metronome. She took her husband's penis deeply into her mouth, then pulled back to concentrate her attention on his cockhead. She made love to his glans with her tongue and lips while her hands jacked his shaft. She relaxed her throat, took him deeply inside, then gently sucked as she pulled back, making his swollen cockhead drag against the insides of her cheeks. She repeated this, over and over. Sy threw his head back and groaned in time with her efforts.

Mandy felt his cockhead bump against the back of her pharynx. She adjusted her angle and slid his penis fully into her throat past a snug ring of muscle. She held it there and breathed loudly through her nose, then pulled back to resume sucking. Her mouth overflowed with thick saliva that coated his shaft and scrotum.

She used the flat of her tongue to lave his ball sack. She stroked his slippery prick with her hand when it wasn't in her mouth.

Sy felt his rush of sexual excitement build rapidly toward an orgasm. He wanted to warn her but temporarily seemed to have lost his ability to speak.

But Mandy sensed his approaching climax, and she stopped pleasuring his pole. She stood up and said, "On your back, Sy. I'm going to ride you."

Mandy got to her feet and Sy saw she had been masturbating with her free hand while she had gripped his cock with the other. The sight further jolted his arousal. Never had he seen her so wanton and overtly sexual!

Sy lay back on the couch and she straddled his hips. She fisted his stiff prick up between her legs, aligned it with her entrance, and settled rapidly down onto it. They both moaned in unison. Then, she began a vigorous rolling and thrusting of her hips, grinding herself into him with her hands on his chest. They both felt their crescendos building.

Mandy stared down into her husband's eyes, her hair flying about her head, her breath hard and desperate.

"Is this what you want me to do, Babe?" Mandy gasped as she rode him. "Fuck Glenn like this? 'Cause if you say 'yes' I'm gonna do it! I'm gonna fuck Glenn just like this!"

Sy watched her tits bounce and listened to her labored breathing. Droplets of her sweat fell onto his chest from her face. Her cunt muscles gripped his cock and her soft bottom bounced on his thighs and hips. He met her thrusts with his own and reached up to squeeze her breasts. He pinched and twisted her nipples.

Mandy gasped and bawled, "OH! OH, GLENN! I'm gonna come! Keep doing that! AIHHHHH!"

Glenn? GLENN?

Sy's orgasm came in a sudden rush. They climaxed together and writhed and grappled on the sofa, then lay still, breathing hard, and completely spent. 

***

Saturday morning was spent shopping and doing chores. They put away groceries and prepared lunch. There was a sense of awkwardness between them, and much went unsaid as they ate. Sy hadn't said so, but he had clearly enjoyed their fantasy-inspired sex last night. Sy, Amanda knew, was thinking about her and her boss together.

They both sensed something big was in the air. It was exciting and frightening and needed to be addressed, but neither of them were ready to talk about it. Not yet.

After dinner, they finally had the discussion both knew was inevitable. The kitchen was clean and the dishwasher was running. Amanda poured two scotches and led Sy into the dimly lit living room. They sat on the sofa where last night's fantasy sex had taken place.

They each took a sip of scotch and looked into the other's eyes. They both knew something momentous was about to happen. They each felt a frisson of sexual excitement about what might be in store for them in the very near future. Mandy took the lead.

"Babe, I'm nervous about this. I dreamt about Glenn last night, after...you know...we had our little fantasy scene," Mandy said. She nervously bit her lower lip and looked into Sy's face to see his reaction.

"You dreamt you were fucking Glenn? Was it a good dream, Mandy?"

"It was a very good dream, Sy, a very vivid sex dream. I think I came in my sleep." She felt the heat rise in her face but forced herself to continue.

"This is scaring me, Sy. I'm dreaming about...having sex with my my boss and sometimes I pretend I'm really going to do it."

"I want this to be about you, Mandy. If you want to do it, I'll support you," Sy replied. He really didn't know if he believed that, but like a lot of things lately, it just came out of his mouth.

"Babe, have you thought this through? I mean, what would happen? What would really happen if Glenn and I were lovers?"

"Well, yeah..." he began.

"No, Sy, listen to me!" Amanda interrupted. She seemed agitated. "I mean, what would really happen? You'd have to watch me put on my makeup and dress up for another man. Could you do that? Could you watch me drive away to meet my lover? You'd be home alone for hours, Sy! You'd have nothing to do but think about me! You'd think about what Glenn and I were doing! Wouldn't that make you insanely jealous? Wouldn't that drive you absolutely crazy?"

"What brought this up?" he asked.

"Babe! Wake up! It's been on both of our minds for weeks! Last week, don't you remember? You went wild when I pretended to come home after a night with Glenn! And last night? I put on a strip show for Glenn! I even called out Glenn's name! I feel guilty that I've encouraged you so much."

"Don't feel guilty, Mandy, it was great! You could see that. I mean, you really got me going."

Sy didn't feel as confident as he tried to sound. He felt achey pangs of jealousy. In his mind's eye, he saw his sweet wife writhing in sexual ecstasy beneath Glenn, her long, beautiful legs spread open, her pretty feet bouncing with Glenn's thrusts, and her toes pointing at the ceiling. He saw her graceful arms grip Glenn's back and her fingernails digging into his skin, and he heard her moans. He saw Glenn's strong gluteal muscles flex as he thrust his hips between her legs. He saw Glenn's swollen prick slide in and out of his wife, over and over again like a relentless machine. This agonizing vision filled Sy's mind with anger and his gut with icy dread.

But!

Countering this blind anger was a deep, intense, sexual arousal he couldn't fathom. It felt like a bubble that swelled in his chest and threatened to burst his body wide open! He felt his breath quicken. That noisy roar in his head was back! He wanted this! He could think of nothing else! He wanted to watch Glenn fuck his wife! He wanted hold her hand, hear her sex sounds, and look into her face when she climaxed on Glenn's cock!

My God, I am sick! No normal man wants this! he thought.

A deep sense of shame washed over him and his face burned. But jolts of sexual excitement broke through the shame to vie for control of his thoughts. He felt at war with himself.

Amanda saw Sy's vacant stare. She pinched his cheeks and turned his head to look at her.

"What is it, Babe? What are you thinking about right now? Why do you want me to do this? Why do you want me to go to another man and...and...have sex with him? Give my body to him? Make love to him? Why?"

"I don't know, Mandy. It's like this crazy feeling that comes over me. It's like I can't think straight. When I think about you and Glenn together it takes my breath away. If I analyze it...if I really think about it...I just want you to have awesome sex. But I also want to be there to watch. I want it to be something we do together. I want to hold your hand and kiss you while you and Glenn are in bed together. And it should be Glenn because you like him and maybe even love him a little. I don't mind if you love him a little because he's older and we both trust him. And whatever happens, I know you will always come home to me. Does that make any sense to you, Mandy?"

"Oh, Babe!" she sighed. They held each other tight.

"What about pregnancy, Sy? Glenn could make me pregnant. I could get pregnant even if I use my diaphragm. That method isn't perfect, you know. If I got pregnant, what would we do?"

"We'd have a baby, Mandy. I'm your husband and I will be father to any child you bear."

"Babe, if I do this, and I'm not saying I will, I want Glenn to have a chance, too. Just a tiny chance. You know I don't like condoms. I love feeling your bare cock inside of me, and I know you love that feeling, too. And I love that warm, glowing feeling when you come inside of me. I love that!

"But God help me, the idea that Glenn might make me pregnant excites me! It would make sex with him so much better! Glenn's my friend and he's a good man. If he has me, he should have me bare. Glenn deserves that pleasure, and so do I."

She paused again to collect her thoughts. This was the craziest conversation she had ever had in her life! Sy seemed frozen, hanging on her every word. 

"I'll use my diaphragm with the jelly but we both know that isn't a sure thing. If he makes me pregnant I will have his baby," she said with determination. "I could never harm a child growing inside of me. Can you live with that? Would you let me have Glenn's baby, Sy?"

Sy could hear the pleading in her voice. He answered at once.

"Of course, Mandy. I could never harm a child, either. Wear your diaphragm with Glenn but don't wear it with me. That should give me a huge advantage. That would be so incredibly exciting! And I'll love any child you bear, Mandy, even Glenn's."

They silently held each other, each thinking how momentous this conversation was for their future. They had, in effect, decided to start their family. Without using her diaphragm with her husband, Amanda was all but certain to become pregnant. But if Glenn inseminated her, even while she wore her diaphragm, he, too, had a small chance to impregnate her.

Amanda had wondered if Sy would call a halt to this fantasy if she insisted on taking Glenn bare. Instead, the idea seemed to excite him even more. He was willing to take a chance that Glenn's sperm might prevail over his own.

They were negotiating the terms of Amanda's adultery! Somehow, they had gone from talking about the 'why' to talking about the 'how'.

And there was another gnawing issue Amanda felt compelled to revisit. Was Sy pushing her into adultery so he could pursue another women? He had assured her many times that there was no other woman, and never would be.

"Sy, I've got to hear it again. There is no another woman?"

"No, Mandy, there is no other woman, I'm only interested in you. I'm not doing this to cheat on you."

She eyed him carefully. "I'm not kidding, Sy. I'm not sharing you with another woman."

She paused, then said, "We don't have to do this, you know. What if I just keep teasing you about Glenn? What if I just pretended to have sex with him, like I'm doing now? Doesn't that help? Isn't that enough?"

Sy knew it was no use pretending. He had carefully thought this through. He knew his own mind.

"I like it. I really like your teasing, Mandy. But it's not enough. Ultimately, sooner or later, I want you to do it, and I mean really do it, with Glenn. And I want to be there with you."

"No, Babe. I don't think I could ever let you watch me have sex. Sex is private. It's just for two people. Maybe I could change my mind someday, but I can't promise that."

Sy pondered what his wife had just said and his mind rebelled. He wanted to be there! He wanted to see it and hear it! But Mandy was firm. He proposed a compromise.

"If you can't let me watch, at least tell me everything when you get back. I want to know everything, absolutely every little detail. No matter how embarrassing you think it is, for me or for you. God, I feel so weird asking you to do this. You must think I'm a weirdo or something."

"No, Sy, I don't think you're a weirdo. I wouldn't have married a weirdo."

She pulled him close to her breast and stroked his hair. This was so hard, so crazy hard! She wanted to make it right. She wanted to satisfy her husband. But more and more, it seemed she must have sex with Glenn.

She thought, Would it be so bad for me to have sex with Glenn?

No, it would not.

Glenn was a nice man. He was her boss, her mentor, and her protector at work. He was her running buddy. He was handsome in the way of an older man, and he was fit and strong. They shared a special connection, she knew, and they shared smiles and little jokes at work. He was a sexy guy, she thought. And he had a nice bulge in his running tights!

Moreover, Glenn's wife Tiffany had given Amanda explicit permission to have sex with her husband, so there was no danger from that quarter.

Sy wants this so badly! What a strange place we've come to! she thought.

"But Babe! If I do it, if I really do it, I won't hold back! Do you think it will just be like going for a trail run? No, Sy. It will be more than that. Much more!

"Glenn and I will make love to each other! Me and Glenn, Sy! Kissing, hugging, cuddling, all those things that you and I do! Can you accept that? Can you wait at home while I'm somewhere else making love to another man? Totally giving myself to him and enjoying it? Because you know I will enjoy it, Sy. I like sex and I might really like sex with Glenn. I have a feeling he's a fantastic lover."

Sy's mind was buzzing like a hive but his voice was calm and even. "Mandy, I can do it because I know it isn't real. It's a game we're playing, the game, remember? You aren't in love with Glenn. You're in love with me and you're married to me. Glenn is married to Tiffany. That's not going to change."

He looked to her for understanding but saw only questions.

"But Babe, love happens! People can't control it! I know it won't be just sex! I will feel love, too! I know I will! And I do feel something for Glenn. Maybe it's just friendship or loyalty or something else, but if I have sex with Glenn, I know I will feel love. We will be as intimate as a man and a woman can be! We could fall in love! Are you sure that's what you want?"

Sy knew he had to answer truthfully. Years of talking and role playing had led to this moment.

"Yes, Mandy, I want this. I want you to have sex with Glenn, real good sex. I can't imagine how jealous it will make me, but I want you to let yourself go and really enjoy it. I want you to fuck Glenn."

It came out of his mouth in a sudden burst of words. Part of him wanted to take it back but he knew it was too late. He had just put in motion something that might get out of control, something he both hated but desperately wanted to happen.

Amanda thought of her luncheon date with Tiffany. It would do your marriage good, Tiffany had said. Amanda felt comforted by Tiffany's words. A calmness came over Amanda and her voice lost it's hard edge. She spoke softly to her husband in clear, measured tones.

"Okay, Sy. If this is what you want me to do, I'm going to do it. I'll do it for you, Babe, but I'm also doing it for me. I want it, too."

Sy stared back, blinking. "You want it, too?"

"I think I do, Sy. I want to fuck Glenn."

Sy felt his breath catch and his belly twist into knots. He had a sort of tunnel vision and a ringing in his brain. It hit him like a freight train and sent little sensory bolts of lightnings all over his body. 

***

The next day was Sunday and Amanda had an unexpected desire to attend Mass. She was Catholic and rarely attended, but when she did, Sy stayed home. She returned home feeling refreshed in the way of a person who had made a momentous decision. She laughed at herself, thinking of the incongruity of going to Mass with adultery on her mind.

Oddly, she felt no shame, only a sense of purpose. Were she truly honest with herself, she would have realized she had hardened her heart against her husband, if only a little. Sy had pushed her into doing this. Now she would carry it out.

Sy was still in his bathrobe, reading the Sunday paper at the kitchen table, when Mandy returned home. She walked into the kitchen and Sy spoke first.

"You're serious?"

"Yes."

"When?"

"I don't know. It's up to Glenn. I know he's going to ask, and when he does, I'm going to say 'yes'."

Her insides were in turmoil but she kept her voice steady. She was afraid she would fall apart if she let her jittery pangs of nervous excitement take over. She had to be resolute.

"How do you know he's going to ask?"

"I know," she replied. "Last Monday, I had lunch with Tiffany."

Sy was surprised. In the deep recesses of his mind he had a vague, uneasy feeling that events were already slipping out of control. Things had happened fast! He listened intently while Amanda told him the story of her luncheon with Tiffany.

"So Tiffany knows everything? And she's already given you and Glenn permission?"

"That's right, Sy."

Amanda reached deep inside herself for calm. A task had been set before her. Like any other task, it could be broken down into component parts, analyzed, and solved. She was accustomed to solving problems. She thought, We've come to a joint decision. Now, my task is to carry it out.

Already she was thinking of the practical matters of seduction. She was thinking about how it would feel to undress for Glenn, to feel his eyes on her bare skin as she exposed herself for his pleasure. That was foremost on her mind, Glenn's pleasure. She wanted to do this for Glenn!

She wanted to strip for him. For years, his eyes had followed her around the office. He's probably been undressing me in his imagination, she thought. Now, I'm going to give him his wish!

The idea pleased her.

She planned to dress in office attire and let him watch as she took it off. All of it! She wanted to do it slowly and deliberately while Glenn savored the sight of her nakedness. She wanted him to enjoy the free movement of her bare arms and legs, her bare bottom, and her bare breasts. She wanted her whole body bare and fully displayed for Glenn. She wanted to do it purely for Glenn's pleasure.

But I'll enjoy it, too! she thought.

She wanted to tease her nipples and make them hard. She wanted Glenn to watch while she twisted and pulled until they hurt. She wanted to watch the excitement on his face when she showed him her glistening sex. She would stand before him, legs wide and knees bent, lewdly spread so nothing would be hidden from his gaze.

She wanted to walk around the hotel room naked, wearing nothing but her pearls and Stuart Weitzman's so when she wore them at work, his mind's eye would see her moving about the office the same way, naked.

She wanted to take his penis into her mouth and suckle, milk, and coax him to full hardness. She wanted to hear Glenn's gasps and groans and feel his hands grip her head while her mouth, tongue, and lips worked on his cock and balls. He would thrust his hips and she would encourage him. It might be uncomfortable, she thought, but she wouldn't mind because it was for Glenn. She would take him deep into her mouth, as far as he could go, even if it caused her to gag.

I want to do this for Glenn! she thought. I want to give Glenn that pleasure!

She imagined Glenn's muscles tensing, his movements growing more urgent, his cock swelling and growing harder, then pulsing once, twice, and flooding her mouth with his hot seed. She wanted to swallow Glenn's semen while he twitched and groaned in ecstasy!

She wanted to feel Glenn's tongue lapping at her pussy. She wanted to grasp his head and pull him against her sex while she rode his face to orgasm. But most of all, she wanted to feel his hard cock relentlessly pound her cunt while his bodyweight pinned her to the bed. She wanted to feel his bare penis thrust and ejaculate inside of her. She wanted to feel the warm glow of his spreading semen.

But Glenn was 56 years old. Could he ejaculate twice in one night? She didn't know.

These lurid images flashed across her mind at lightning speed as she sat in the kitchen with her husband. She was surprised by how quickly her erotic focus had shifted from her husband to Glenn. It was lust that caused it, she knew, one of the Seven Deadly Sins.

Suddenly, she realized Sy had been talking to her, and she hadn't heard a single word he had been saying.

"Well, Mandy? Will you tell me first?" he said, as her mind jolted back into reality. She felt fleeting shame for having ignored her husband, but recovered smoothly.

"Of course, Sy. I'll tell you beforehand, every time."

Every time? For the first time, Sy realized this was not a one-time event. This was going to happen over and over again! The realization gave him a shock.

"How many times are you planning to do it?" he asked, and Mandy could hear the strain in his voice.

"More than once, Sy."

"Well, I suppose that might naturally happen," Sy answered. "But, Mandy, I want this to be something we do together. I just have to be there with you."

He was pleading again and it rubbed Amanda the wrong way. Sy had pushed her to do this and turned the task over to her. She was going to do it her way!

"No, Sy. I won't allow it. You'd be too distracting. When I'm with Glenn, I want to concentrate all my attention on Glenn. You'll just have to accept that."

She could see his disappointment.

"Okay, Mandy, if that's what it takes, then I'll go along with it. But please! Try to let me watch. Would you promise to try?"

"I'll try, Sy. If that's not good enough maybe we should just call it off right now, this instant, before we even get started."

"No, no, please don't call it off Mandy, I'll be patient. Just don't forget about me, that's all."

"I'll tell you when I know the date," she said. "I know you'll want details and I promise to tell you about it when I get back. But you must promise not to whine and beg anymore."

She looked in his eyes for signs of anger but saw none. Instead, she saw eagerness. She held his hands and spoke again.

"If you want me to stop, if you want to call this off anytime, just say so and I'll stop. I'm sure Glenn would be disappointed, but he'd survive. You have that power, Sy, but once you use it, we stop completely. We stop and we never go back. I won't let you jerk me back and forth on this. You're asking a lot of me."

She squeezed his hands and leaned across the kitchen table for a kiss.

"Babe, you've got to see things from my perspective, too. You're asking me to break my wedding vows, our wedding vows, Sy! Once I have sex with Glenn, we can't undo it."

"I know," he said.

"There's more, Sy. Once we start, I think Glenn and I are going to want to do it a lot, like newlyweds. Is that acceptable to you?"

He stared at his wife. He hadn't thought of that. "Well, I guess so," he answered.

"I can guarantee you we'll do it a bunch of times, Sy. Don't give me your permission without understanding that.

"And another thing, Sy. I want the freedom to do it on the spur of the moment. An opportunity might come along and I might not have time to talk with you, first. There might be only enough time to send you a quick text message. But I'll always tell you about it, later."

He hadn't thought of that, either. Glenn and his wife would be new lovers! Of course they'd want that freedom! The ringing in his brain was starting again.

Scenes from a husband's nightmare raced through Sy's mind. His eager, blushing wife undressing for another man! Her shrill little cries as the man pressed her into the bed and entered her, her whimpers and moans, and her sweet little breathy sounds only a husband should ever hear!

Then, the panting rhythm of her breath as the man decisively fucked her. Long minutes of skin-on-skin slapping sounds filled the room, and the unmistakable smell of sex. He saw her head thrown back, her mouth open in a soundless scream, her eyes squeezed shut, her grimaces and cries as she climaxed on his thick cock. He heard the squishy sounds of their mixed juices, beaten into a white froth that matted her dark, curly hairs, and the entrance of her vagina gaped open as the man withdrew. He saw her panting, exhausted body, slick with sweat, splayed across the rumpled bed.

The images came at him in a searing rush and he thought he might faint. Burning lust overcame his consciousness and he was unable to focus his thoughts. He put his fear and jealousy aside and in the turmoil of his mind he knew he would permit this to happen. He wanted to see his little darling impaled on Glenn's stiff prick. He wanted to hear her moans as Glenn worked his prick in and out of her. He wanted to witness their raw, sweaty coupling. This is what he wanted!

"Mandy, that's exactly what I want. I want you to fuck Glenn."

Later that evening, Amanda called Tiffany and informed her of their decision. It was on. 

***

Monday morning at work, Amanda tried to act normally but she couldn't. She could think of nothing but Glenn. What was he planning? When would he ask? She already knew what she would do. She would say 'yes'!

She brought a letter into his office, placed it on his desk, and closed the door. She stood before his desk at parade rest, hands behind her, and with her eyes focused on the far wall. Why she did this, she did not know. No one had ever told her to do this but it seemed right. Glenn looked her up and down and a slight smile formed on his lips.

"Yes, Amanda?"

"A letter, sir," she said.

"Sir, is it now?"

"Yes, sir," she replied.

He picked up the letter. It was from those pedantic Quality Assurance people, probably a re-cap of their recent meeting. He placed the letter back on his desk.

"This Friday, Mandy, after work, you and I are going on a date. Just wear your normal office attire and we'll leave directly from work. We'll have drinks, dinner, and dancing. You can tell Sy I'll have you home sometime after midnight. Don't bother with anything else, just bring yourself. And be yourself."

He smiled up at Amanda and she locked eyes with him. Her chest felt tight and her face tingled. Was she hyperventilating? She had known this moment was coming and now it was here! She had rehearsed what she did next. She had chosen it for maximal effect.

She put her right index finger into her mouth to the second knuckle. Then, she drew it out through her pursed lips, all the while holding his gaze.

Glenn just stared.

"Oh, yes Mandy!" he whispered. "But really, just expect to be treated to a wonderful night of dinner and dancing. I want you and me to have a good time."

He smiled at her. "A very good time."

***

That same Monday evening Amanda and Sy snuggled together in bed. They were both tipsy from Manhattans and the wine served with their beef stroganoff. Sy had gotten home early and started the stroganoff and Amanda had unexpectedly brought home ingredients for the Manhattans. The stroganoff had to simmer for two hours and they had time enough for two drinks each, along with a plate of cheeses. They didn't usually drink so much and they were both feeling the alcohol.

"What gave you the idea to make Manhattans?" asked Sy.

"Tiffany likes them."

"Do you always do what Tiffany says?" he replied.

He was wary of Tiffany's influence. He was sure Tiffany was behind Mandy's decision to have sex with Glenn, and even though that's what he wanted, Tiffany's involvement was bothersome.

Sy felt loquacious from the booze and eager to talk. "She's got a hold over you, Mandy. I'm not sure I like that."

"She's got a hold over Glenn, Babe, not me." There was a long moment of silence before she spoke again.

"It's this Friday, Babe. Glenn and I are going on a date."

"This Friday?" he asked. The mirth was suddenly gone from his voice. So soon?

"Yes, this Friday," she calmly replied.

He immediately felt stupid to have asked her to repeat herself. Amanda felt Sy's body stiffen while he tried to think of something to say.

"You're really going to do it?" Sy said, his voice tense.

"Yes, I'm going to do it. We're going straight from work on Friday. Drinks, dinner, dancing... everything. I won't be home until after midnight," she said, surprised by her calm.

Telling Sy should have been much more difficult, she thought.

"Midnight?" he asked.

Amanda sighed. "No, not midnight, Sy. After midnight, like maybe two or three in the morning."

Sy lay quietly for a minute. He knew he shouldn't, but he had to ask.

"Where?"

Her irritation was growing with each question he asked. She took a moment to calm her mind but she wasn't entirely successful. Her voice carried a new sharpness.

"I don't know, Sy, it's up to Glenn. And you don't have to know because it's not your business. Here's what's important to you. Glenn and I are going to have hours and hours together, the whole evening and half of the night. That means we'll have plenty of time for sex, Sy. I'm going to do absolutely everything Glenn wants me to do, and just the way he wants me to do it. I'm going to be his for the evening, Sy. He deserves it, remember? For giving me my job? And I want it, too."

She knew she had just been cruel to her husband. Was it to punish Sy for forcing her into this? Was she mad at herself for giving in to him? Was she mad about her crazy feelings for Glenn? What about Tiffany? That woman was a manipulator!

Then, a frisson of excitement passed through her when she thought of Sy at home, waiting with growing agitation while she was out all evening having drinks, dinner, and dancing with her boss! Yes, Sy's coming torment might provide her some small measure of solace.

This could be fun! she thought.

***

The next night, Tuesday, Sy was eager for sex and so was Amanda. They finished dinner with a sense of anticipation they hadn't felt in quite a while. Sy was loading the dishwasher and Amanda was wiping the countertops, when she caught his hand and pulled him close. She kissed him and squeezed him with a sense of purpose, and he returned her enthusiasm.

"I'm thinking about this Friday, Sy. I'm thinking about Glenn," she said, her face buried on his shoulder. "I know I shouldn't be and I'm sorry. I want to make love tonight but if you don't want to, I understand."

"Mandy, I'm thinking of Friday, too. It's been on my mind all day. Of course I want you." He reached down to cup her bottom.

"But wait, Sy. I want to tell you something. I'm scared. I want you to be gentle with me tonight. Take your time with me," she sighed.

"I will, Mandy. What are you scared of?"

"I'm scared of everything. I've got the first date jitters. I'm worried about everything that could go wrong, especially between you and me. I'm worried about what you're going to think of me. I'm worried about our marriage. I'm worried about what Glenn is going to think of me. Everything."

She pulled him closer.

"Tell me you'll still love me when I come back home. No matter what happens, or what I do with Glenn, you'll still love me. Tell me, Sy."

"I will always love you, Mandy. Your night with Glenn won't change that."

They pressed their foreheads together in the way they always did when they wanted to cement their connection.

"Thank-you, Babe," Mandy said. "I'm having second thoughts, you know. Thirds and fourths, even. I just need some reassurance. I'm going to go through with it, I promise you I will. I'm not backing out."

"Are you excited, Mandy?" asked Sy.

"Yes! And that scares me, too. Sometimes, I get so excited thinking about it! Part of me can't wait! I know it's lust and I know you feel it too."

"I do fell it, Mandy. Let's go upstairs." Sy turned to lead her toward their bedroom. She stopped him again.

"One more thing, Sy. I've thought a lot about this. I want tonight to be our last time together until after I come back. I mean, our last time having sex until after I get back from my date with Glenn. I want a few days to prepare myself. And, I want to be eager for Glenn, too."

This news unsettled Sy, but he tamped down his misgivings. Glenn had just made his presence felt in their bedroom.

"Okay, Mandy, I can do that. It's only two nights."

Their love making was slow and languid, the way Amanda wanted. Sy detected a reluctance in both of them when they finished their lovemaking. They didn't want this to come to an end. Tonight marked the end of something in their marriage, and the beginning of something new.

The next night, Wednesday, Sy tried to initiate sex again but Amanda put him off.

"No, Sy. Not until after I've been with Glenn. I want my pussy clean and tight for Glenn. I want to be horny for Glenn, too. You'll just have to wait."

"Come on, Mandy, Glenn will never know. That's two whole days away!"

"But I'll know, Sy. I said no whining or it all stops now."

Amanda was beginning to relish her new role. She liked being in charge. If Sy wanted her to do this, he would have to play by their rules. She would make the rules.

This is what Dr. Mueller had said. Take the lead! she thought.

By Friday morning and as they prepared for the day, Sy was already feeling desperate. The thought of what was going happen tonight was driving him half-mad. He felt jealousy, fear, and anger, but was somehow unable to act on them. Instead, his intense sexual arousal swamped all his other logical emotions. This new combination of emotions was both glorious and agonizing at the same time. Will I always feel like this? he wondered. I don't know how I could stand it!

They were both in the bathroom getting ready for work. Sy was shaving while stealing glances at Mandy through the shower door. She was taking extra time grooming with a razor. She looked so lovely, so succulent, and so ripe! Yet, she was totally off limits to him until after another man had enjoyed her first! Those thoughts pulled him in all directions at once.

Sy wouldn't see his wife again until much later that night; actually, early the next morning. And in a fundamental way, she would come back to him a different wife, no longer his same Mandy. How was he going to endure the wait? He still had time to stop this craziness, but he knew he wouldn't. He couldn't stop her. Already, she felt beyond his reach. It left him with an empty, achey feeling inside.

Later that morning, just before they left for work, Amanda took a moment to talk to Sy one last time.

"This is what YOU wanted, Babe, so no complaining. Here are my rules. From this moment forward, no texting unless I text you first. No phone calls, Babe, none at all. I'll call you if we need to talk. If you're going crazy, just deal with it."

Sy nodded his head 'yes' and she continued.

"I'll try to keep you informed but there are limits on my time. I'll send you a text when I can, and maybe a picture. But tonight, for a few hours, I belong to Glenn, and Glenn comes first.

"There are leftovers in the fridge. Stay away from the booze, Sy, not a single drop. Don't go out for a drink, either. Just stay home. And no masturbating. Keep your hands off your dick like you promised. I want you ready for me when I get back, and I will come back to you tonight. Remember, I love you and only you.

"This is the game you wanted, Sy, and tonight you and I and Glenn are playing it. It's no ordinary game, but even so, it's just our game. I will come straight home to you after Glenn and I are finished. Please try to sleep if you can, but I expect you won't be able. I'll text you when I'm on my way home."

She gave him a quick kiss on the lips and left for work. He felt an acute sense of loss as he watched her car back out of the garage, down the driveway, and onto the street. His eyes followed her car as it traveled up the street to the stop sign, signaled, and turned. Then it disappeared. He had done this to himself. 

***

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