You just would never, ever think that she could be naughty. My very lovely wife, Marie, looks like a quiet, innocent librarian. Five foot five, pretty doe eyes, brown and shinning, a pert brunette, 120 pounds, a nice figure with D cup breasts that were big, heavy and oh so firm. But especially when wearing glasses, she looked so pure.
But by the time she was thirty, Marie was beginning to discover she loved to show off that body, especially to strangers. Marie was a very submissive woman, deferring to me on any occasion. The perfect little wife: obedient and sexy.
On one very special day, there was a different tone in her voice.
“O.K. Buster,” she said almost as soon as we walked into the two room suite in the expensive New York City hotel. “This is the afternoon you’re gonna get your fantasy come true.” And with that she placed her hands on my chest and pushed me onto the bed.
For a moment I thought she was going to attack me sexually, but Marie stepped back as I recovered and sat up.
“You’ve been saying for five years you wanted me to fuck another man. Do you think you can really take that?”
My pulse quickened and I felt a stirring in my loins.
“Yes, dear. But you know I want to watch.”
Marie walked over to the closet. “You see the slats in this door?”
It took me a few seconds to realize what she meant.
“You can see out if you are in there, but no one can see in,” I said.
“That’s right.” And with that she took a chair from the small desk in the room and placed it in the closet. “I’m going to that fancy lounge downstairs. You wait here and don’t leave the room. I will call you,” she said, “Maybe.”
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