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She was never the same after that night. Things were different with me too. My fantasies had been given a new energy. I loved that she had been there and seen all that, and most of all that it had turned her on. We began talking nastier to each other during sex and enjoying it more.
One night she had me dance for her in the bedroom, and while I did, she crawled up to me on all fours and began licking and sucking on my cock. She tugged on it like a puppy nursing a tit. I couldn't help but think, that she was doing to me, what she had wanted to do to the dancers that night of the party.
She and Tonya became very good friends. She and Tonya began going out for 'girls night out' every other Wed. night.
Then a few weeks later, one morning after she'd been out with Tonya the night before, she asked me if I would meet her after work. "Let's meet for a few drinks at the Martini Club." She said.
We'd not been out for drinks in ages.
I had been there once, with an out-of-town client. It is a classy, moody, downtown martini bar, mahogany walls and such. Bar on one side, restaurant on the other.
I was there ahead of her, waiting in an out-of-theway booth, private and secluded. She walked in looking great, dressed uncharacteristically in a black sexy dress and sunglasses. I stood up. We hugged. I complemented her on looking extraordinary and she complemented me on my new shirt.
We had a few drinks and were having a nice, relaxed, romantic time. She was nervously going through her drinks like a weed eater, especially since neither of us really drank that much these days.
Then after she found her courage she 'out of the blue', looked me in the eye and said. "Tom, I have a proposal for you."
I sat my drink down. She slid her hands over mine. I had no idea what was on her mind. I quickly found out, as she mustered her courage and fumbled right to the point.
"I want to give you something!" She said.
I looked at her sexy eyes as she spoke, trying to see what was going on.
"What?" I asked.
"What is your favorite fantasy?" She asked. "You know! The one that you have tried to get me to do for years?"
I knew, but for some reason didn't want to say. I'd been let down too many times.
"Now come on!" She said, lifting one eyebrow. "We know what you have always wanted me to do. Now tell me what your biggest fantasy is."
Slowly it came out. "For you to have sex with another man?" I dug it from the deepest part of my throat.
She leaned forward, smiling. The drinks had given her a nice buzz. "Do you still want me to suck on another cock for you, and maybe let you watch?
In one giant beat, my heart felt it had leapt out of my chest. It was beating so hard; I felt she could hear it. Her words caught me completely off guard!
She never talked like this, never teased me like this and especially about this subject. And she sounded serious. I was so excited and turned on to hear it that I couldn't quite speak. At the same, completely terrified instant, I was in total fear from this drastic change in my wife. Had she found a lover? Was I about to loose her?
I went from a light happy husband having fun with my wife, instantly to a turned on, complete, bundle of nerves.
"Just tell me, 'Yes' or 'No'. Do you still want it?" She asked.
What was going on here? I didn't know how to answer. My heart was still pounding as her 'out of nowhere' question waited for the answer. She looked into my eyes for my reply.
"Yes." I said from the reflex of wanting it for so long.
"Would you be jealous if I enjoyed it?" She asked.
"Yes. Probably." I said.
"If it makes you jealous would you want me to stop?" She asked.
"No." I said. "I would want you to enjoy yourself." I heard myself say.
"You would want me to enjoy myself and make you jealous then, no matter what?" Is that what you're saying?" She asked.
I looked at her, feeling a little embarrassed to answer. I held my drink in both hands. "Yea, that is what would excite me most, you enjoying it, no matter what."
"And you think you could handle it?" She asked.
"Oh yea, I think I could."
"Goooood! But you'd better know you could." She said lifting my hand to her lips and kissing it lovingly. "That would make it easier for me to give you what you want. And I do want to give you your fantasy!" I knew she could see the flushness in my face as she said it.
"You do?" I asked sheepishly in shock. "But."
"But nothing!" She said. "There is one thing though. We have to go by the rules."
"Rules?" I asked.
She turned and opened her purse, fumbling as she pulled out some paper.
"The only way this can work," She said. "is if you agree to the rules". She said with a taunting smile.
She already had this planned out. She pushed the page to my side of the table. I finished my drink with a strong sip and held up two fingers to our waiter. I needed a refill and quickly.
"Read them over and tell me your decision." She said.
"Once you make your choice, there is no reversing it. If you decide that you don't want me to do this, then you will have to promise me, you will never, ever ask me to fulfill this fantasy of yours again."
"If you do want me to, you will have to sign the agreement and understand that the rules are solid. If you ever break one or complain, or make me think that in any way what-so-ever, that you can not handle me enjoying myself, it will be very simple; we will stop and go back to our less adventurous life, never to return, not even once.
All or nothing, is the only way I can do this. Do you understand?" She asked nervously smiling, but looking me straight in the eyes. "The last thing I would want, would be for this to harm our relationship. I only want it to make it better for both of us." She said.
"I understand!" I said feeling myself shaking with anticipation and in fear of what my long desired fantasy was now reaping me.
The waiter returned with our drinks and left. I took the papers and tried to not let Karin see it shake in my hand as I began to read her rules.

The agreement below is absolute and unwavering.
To my husband:
You know that I had too few years as a single girl and that I have always been a good girl, while my bad girlfriends seemed to have all the fun. I now want to experience the freedom they have. I've always wanted to express my wild side but was afraid of what you and other people would think.
For the next three months I want to enjoy the freedom of being the sexy woman I've wanted to be, and fulfill your fantasy as I do, but if I do you must agree to the following:
1. You must understand that I will test you and make you prove that you can handle your 'fantasies come true'.
2. You must understand that you must pass each test or your fantasy will end abruptly.
3. You must give me permission to have sex with whomever I want and in front of you, without limitation.
4. If I make love in front of you, you will say nothing about it and will be a prefect host to my friends.
5. I will never hold back, even if I think it is making you jealous.
6. I can stay out whenever I want to.
7. I'll reassure you often by telling you about my adventures, and you must listen eagerly.
8. You can date no one and will stay home when I'm out.
9. You will do anything that my lovers ask, or tell you to do.
10.You must understand that if for any reason what-so-ever I feel you can not handle this, I will void this agreement, and you must promise to never ask me to do anything like this again.
I agree to all of the above and anything that you may want to add later to the list. Your loving husband.

"I know this seems much more extreme than you would have expected," She said. "But for this to work in reality, I have to know up front what I can and can't do. It would be devastating if you suddenly stopped me while making love to someone.
It'll take a lot of discipline on your part." She said. "I want to be sure you can handle it, so you'll have to prove yourself to me."
"If you pass my tests then we will continue. If you don't pass any of my tests.well, you probably wouldn't have been able to handle what came next anyway.
I had not counted on this cuckold attitude from her. This was such a definite attitude from her, though her talking to me like this, her being in control her sex like this, was turning me on.
"Are we in agreement?" She asked. "Or do you want to just keep it all a fantasy?"
"May I think about it overnight?" I asked.
"No! I need to know right now! By tomorrow I may change my mind." She said.
The room seemed to be in a whirl. I looked at her. "It is now or never!" She said. I looked at the list, my cock was hard in my pants.
I took the pen, looked up at her and signed it, sliding it back across the table to her.
"Is this turning you on as much as me?" I asked.
Looking at me, she lowered one hand below the table and very sensuously slipped it between her legs. When it returned, her index finger was glazed with her sexy juices.
"I almost feel like it's my idea. I guess I should sign our agreement too, shouldn't I?" She said, pressing her finger to the contract, leaving a damp imprint of her finger next to my signature.
"Does that answer your question?" She asked.
Then she raised her finger to my lips for me to lick clean.
As she pulled it out across my lips I said. "I think I need a shot! Want to do a shot with me?" I asked.
"Sort of a shot to toast our agreement?" She asked.
She smiled. "I think I'd like 'Sex on the Beach'!" She said with a giggle. "Tonya told me that I was going to love this."