Have me, her impotent husband, coordinate and pay for all aspects of my wife’s anniversary getaway with a real man subject to Barbara’s approval.

The goal of asking these questions is so that nothing comes as a surprise. You should know what you’re getting into and everyone should have consented to it prior. Agree on a safe word. She walked over and gave me a passionate kiss. "Let's go to the living room and have a drink. I have something to tell you." Taking my hand she said, "Bring the wine." As she led me to the living room.She poured more wine in our glasses and pushed mine toward my mouth. I downed half of it as she sipped hers. With a final thrust that made my wife's scream echo in the room, he came. Shaking and grinding into her, he gave her what she wanted. Finally, after much discussion we came up with the most humiliating ceremony. Barbara said before we’re to commence with the ceremony she wanted ironclad insurance that I would go through with the ceremony. She also reminded me if I didn’t go thru with the ceremony my creampies would come to an end. It was Thursday night and Barbara made up a list of items that I was to procure too help provide the humiliating incriminating evidence she would need to keep me in line. She handed me the list and I proceed in procuring the items. As I’m leaving Barbara says she’s been flirting with a lot of men and a lot of them have been asking for dates for some time so this Saturday should work for completing our ceremony. Being 5’10’’ tall at 125 pounds she made for a fine woman with legs that went on for days so I wasn’t surprised at how fast she thought she could find a man ready to fill her hot pussy with cum. The thought of those long legs wrapping around another man and her using those long legs to pull a man deeper into her was driving me crazy so hurriedly went about buying a real life dildo, gay magazines, and a gay DVD. What boundaries do you each have for the kinds of sexual behavior or role-play behavior during the scene?

The next morning, she suddenly woke me up from my dead sleep. I was a little hung over from the wine, and opened my eyes slowly. Julia had already beaten me out of bed and showered. She was still wearing her towel. I would preferred that she woke me up lovingly, kissing my chest, rubbing my morning erection. Instead I heard, "What did you do with my underwear!" Here we are on vacation and you put these in here? She holds up a g-string style panty with a small triangle for covering up her privates. "You expect me to wear these all day? Do you have any idea how uncomfortable these things are?” She took off to do something. What? What did she have to do? What? And, she told me to think about how her pussy tasted. Why? Wait a minute, it's tasted like that several times the past couple of months! I knew what she wanted and it was unusual. Unusual, because she wasn't wasting any time and was forceful about it. After pushing me down she grabbed my head in her hands. It wasn't soft and loving. It was a viselike grip. Leaving nothing to the imagination. My head was going where she put it. She pulled my mouth to her pussy and began moving her hips in circles.

If I want to be sexy, I don’t need cheap underwear do it. Maybe you should have thought about what I wanted to wear for this trip instead of being so selfish. I wanted to relax, but obviously you thought this was going to be some sort of sex retreat. If you think these panties are so hot and sexy, maybe you should wear them. There's a reason why I don't. They are uncomfortable." Do you like how you can get me hard with a single finger?” I asked, hoping that I would feel the vibrations of her response again

Not have a child with me since the thought of having a child with me disgust Barbara and will never happen! Do you like having your husband saving all his desire for you by not touching himself?” I whispered Spend the night away from home in the bed of other men whenever she desires without prior notification to me, her inadequate and worthless husband.

I stopped crying and sat there wondering what I had done wrong. Thinking, over and over, what I could have done better or different. Devastated by the thought of losing her. I wanted to know why she had sex with him, if as she said, "I Love You. And I enjoy our intimacy, immensely. You always satisfy me in bed." I was cuming and it was so intense, I thought she was draining the life out of me. All the while, my mind was full of, 'add your cum,' and 'your cum too.' Don’t even start with me. Now you have the same choice I have. You can wear these uncomfortable things or go without." She grinned triumphantly at her solution to our conflict while I was dumfounded.