The mood in our bedroom beguiled and terrified me. Cuckolding was the most extreme kinky bedroom play my husband Simon and I ever fantasized over. He’d pushed me for months, and now, I broke, agreeing to do it while he gave me head.

It was a moment of madness, but a deal was a deal. Simon got me off, and I must deliver my end of the bargain.

As I rolled in our bed, snuggling him while my body still shuddered in post orgasm, I wagged my finger by way of a loving warning.

“I’ll do it for me, not you. That means I choose who, when, and how to involve you.”

“What do you mean, involve me, Jess?”

“Sometimes you may be in the room, perhaps taking part, but other times you’ll be excluded.”

“That’s cheating.”

“No, that’s me telling you I won’t be yours to command. Trust me, and you’ll get what you want; I will, too, and our marriage will thrive.”

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