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  He Owns my Wife

  by Tinto Selvaggio

  Copyright 2014 by T. Selvaggio

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  This is work of fiction contains graphic sexual content and is for mature audiences only. It is intended only for those eighteen years of age or older. All sexually active characters portrayed in this ebook are consenting adults eighteen years of age or older. As a work of fiction, any similarities to any situations or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Disclaimer

  He Owns My Wife

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Description:

  Since they met back in High School, Neil is the only man his curvy young wife Lisa has ever been with.

  Now in her mid-twenties, with Neil's encouragement she opens up about the kind of men she fantasies about sexual adventures with. Neil is shocked to learn that these men are nothing like him. They’re all much older men, more than twice her age and very domineering. In fact they’re exactly like Lisa's boss at her new job.

  Will the submissive young husband and wife get more than they bargained for when this dominant and arrogant older man gets his heavy hands on the gorgeous young wife?

  This 8000 word short story ebook contains very explicit descriptions of sexual action including submission, voyeurism, first time cuckold humiliation, domination and rough treatment. Only mature adults who won’t find that offensive should read this.

  Chapter One

  A lot of people would say this is a dangerous game for a married couple in their early twenties like us to play. Some would think it’s particularly risky with a wife as attractive as Lisa, especially if they knew that I’ve never really satisfied her sexually.

  Not that Lisa’s ever complained about our sex life. She was a late developer at High School where we met and I’m the only guy she’s ever been with. Even as the curvy head-turner she is now, she’s never known any different from my 5 inches or my staying power of a couple of minutes. In any case, we have a happy marriage in other ways, apart from some of the usual money problems.

  These last few minutes though before she gets back home from her evening bar job always seem to drag. I get so excited waiting for her. Over the last year, since her 24th birthday, I’ve done a lot of coaxing in the bedroom and she’s opened up about the kind of other men she’s most likely to fantasise about.

  They’re very different to me. They’re always someone a lot older than us and they’re the type of rough, domineering “user” who she admits in real life, apart from the sex, she would probably dislike. This was a shock when I first heard it. To look at my beautiful wife with her big brown eyes, naturally fair hair and ready smile you’d never guess she dreamt of being used and treated badly by men more than twice her age.

  Since she told me, I’ve sometimes tried to role-play being dominant and forceful myself with her in bed, but it never feels right and we both end up frustrated. Deep down I’m kind of submissive too and I’ve always treated her like my little Princess. The problem is, now I can’t stop imagining her in the arms of another, “stronger” male – especially since she started this extra job.

  The thing is, the kind of fantasy guy who “does it” so much for Lisa in her imagination is someone who she admits, is very similar to Mick, the ex-boxer she’s started working for two nights a week. Nothing’s happened yet between them at the “Feathers”, the little bar of his downtown, but that doesn’t stop me from doing a lot of fantasising of my own and from suggesting she should encourage Mick a little when she’s with him. Of course I do think about the potential danger and risk. Every time I do though, I’m ruled by another part of myself – and it isn’t the logic in my head.

  Lisa confessed three weeks back that Mick had suggested she should wear shorter skirts and lower cut tops for work. He told her she should be proud of having such a “fabulous shape” and should “show herself off more”. He even said that her dressing sexier would help him attract more drinkers into his bar.

  When I hear a suggestion like that it does two very different things to a man like me.

  Like most husbands, there’s anger that some arrogant bastard could say such a thing to a respectable young married woman like my wife. A woman who’s nothing like the kind of girls he’s probably had working for him in his tacky little bar before. It’s the kind of bar my wife would go nowhere near if we didn’t need the money.

  Another part of me though, finds Mick’s suggestion indescribably erotic. Some much older guy, who from what Lisa tells me, is a real “user” of women, asking my gorgeous and loyal young wife to show off more of her body for the entertainment of his customers. To display herself so that he can make more money.

  That’s why I encouraged her to do what Mick wanted and Lisa eventually let me buy her some sexier clothes which she now wears for work.

  Chapter Two

  Finally Lisa’s car lights have just swung into view on the driveway outside. She’s home.

  I head to the door to greet her. “How did it go?” I ask as our lips kiss and my hands rest lightly on the fullness of her hips. I smell the mixture of her now stale perfume, alcohol and a faint trace other people’s cigarette smoke in her shoulder-length blonde hair.

  “It was fine” she answers, brushing past me. I watch that lovely round ass and the back of her long, shapely legs in her little black skirt as she hurries up the stairs saying she needs the bathroom. I pour her a glass of her usual red wine then she returns downstairs, kicks off her strappy heels and with a luxuriating sigh, lies back and stretches her bare legs on the sofa.

  After a few sips of her drink she says: “One of the girls at work was telling me it’s Mick’s 50th birthday tomorrow.” She shakes her main of blonde hair after a gulp of the wine. I let my gaze rise up from her legs and she looks at me over the top of her wine glass.

  “Apparently the full-time staff have organised a surprise party for him tomorrow afternoon. They’ve asked me if I want to go. I’m supposed to be honoured, I’m the only part-timer that’s been invited” she says making a mock “I’m so important” kind of face and laughing.

  I get up and go into the kitchen to fetch myself a beer, and thinking about the possibilities of Lisa spending some ‘leisure’ time with Mick, shout: “So do you fancy going? I could drive you over so you could have a drink there if you wanted.”

  When I return to her, Lisa is looking across at the TV news. “There’s a little bit more to it than that” she says, glancing back over at me with a combination of embarrassment and what looks like guilt.

  “Anita, one of the girls at work told me they’d booked a Strip-o-gram to give Mick his gift and a cake at the party” she says.

  “Lucky Mick!” I laugh and swig at my beer, wondering why guys like him always seemed to have people making such an effort for them.

  “The thing is, the strip-o-gram firm called tonight and cancelled because they found out they were double-booked”

  “And?” I ask, casually admiring the outline of her 36”DD breasts in her low-necked white blouse.

  “Anita said it might be funny if she and I did it for him instead!” she says quickly, looking directly at me with wide brown eyes and raised eyebrows. “She said Mick would get the shock of his life!”

  I feel my heart pound and throat tighten.

  “She’s said she’s got some sexy lingerie she could wear but she’d only do it if I did too.”

  “She.... was probably just joking”
I manage to mumble, not daring to hope where this might lead. My head is swimming with what Lisa’s told me about all the other women this guy has had and discarded. Girls who worked at the bar, customers, single and married who, she says, “throw themselves at him”. I think of the suggestive and crude comments she tells me he’s made to her and how he’s started patting her ass sometimes now when she passes him behind the narrow bar. Some of the fantasies my wife has shared with me about him flood my mind.

  Once again the conflict inside me rises. Frustrated anger and humiliation at even the prospect of my pretty young wife stripping to her underwear as a birthday treat for this spoilt, lecherous old guy. At the same time, a shameful arousal that the mere idea of this is festering in me.

  On the one hand I want to tell her she’s “not going to his party”, that she should call Mick directly and say he can “stick his job”. Another part of me with a far stronger urge is desperate for Lisa to call Anita right away to ask what time she needs to be there tomorrow to strip off for Mick. I wish I were braver about suggesting what I want here but in the end, the subject is changed until we go to bed an hour or so later.

  “You know I’m fine with you going to Mick’s party don’t you?” I ask without turning my head towards her on the pillow. I let my voice trail off then whisper: “I love you so much. I’d never try to push you into anything you weren’t comfortable with. I have to say though, it’s a real horny thought... you dressed like that to give a birthday treat to some dirty old guy”.

  Lisa protests that Mick’s not “that old” as I move across the bed and rest my left hand over one of her bare breasts. She turns to kiss me and I feel her nipples are already stiff.

  “Who says I wouldn’t be comfortable in my sexy lingerie in front of Mick?” she whispers teasingly, as she moves in even closer under the bed covers.

  “Mmmm, my sexy young wife, parading around in only a bra and panties, being ogled by everyone and giving her boss a cheap thrill....” I whisper into her ear as I feel the cool flesh of her little palm encircle my pulsating and rigid shaft. “I bet if Mick knew what might happen tomorrow he’d be getting off on the thought of it right now as much as I am.” I tell her as I move my hand down between the creamy flesh of her thighs and into the surprisingly very wet little enclave.

  I hear her moan softly.

  “I wonder how long it’s been since he’s seen a woman your age and as hot as you dressed like that in front of him?“ I ask stroking between her legs with my fingers then without waiting for her answer add: “He might not be able control himself when he sees you like that.”

  She’s groaning now, close to coming.

  “He couldn’t... try anything in front of everyone else though could he?” she asks me in between gasps as I work my accelerating fingers.

  “A guy like him would find a way to get what he wants from you. He wouldn’t miss the opportunity of seeing you gift-wrapped” I tell her and I feel her start to shake and her naked breasts push tightly against me as she climaxes heavily at my side. As her breathing slows I ask her as usual, to “go on top”.

  She climbs up and straddles me, her breasts hanging down heavily above my face. I raise my head so I can suck on them and she fidgets between her legs then eases my aching cock into the soaking heat beneath.

  The sight of her tits swinging in my face, the feel of her breathing quickening and the thought of her with Mick is too much. I can’t shake the image of Mick’s hands all over this body, pleasuring her in the hard, deep way she deserves and craves but that I’ve never been able to deliver. I pass the point of no return in 5 or 6 frantic thrusts and only just pull out in time to avoid coming inside her.

  With a groan I squirt twice up my own belly. Not the perfect ending but still less frustrating than the lack of feeling from a condom.

  Chapter Three

  Lisa woke early today and is up in our bedroom trying and re-trying on different lingerie. She sent a text to Anita earlier this morning to say she’d do it and to ask what time she should be there. The reply was almost immediate, asking her to be there for around 1pm so they could “rehearse a few things”.

  I’m at the breakfast bar with the TV news droning in the background and a cup of almost-warm coffee in front of me that I’m neglecting to drink.

  “Neil!” Lisa shouts from upstairs. “Come and have a look at this will you?” I jump from my seat and take the stairs two at a time, anxious to see exactly what she’s planning to wear for Mick.

  As I reach the top of the stairs I see the bedroom door is open. Lisa is in front of the full length wardrobe mirror and I stop in my tracks at the sight of her.

  Her hands are up behind her back adjusting the straps of her lacy black balcony bra which presents the top half of each ample breast and pushes her whole imposing chest out and up. It’s impossible not to be awed at the sight of them.

  “Wow!” is all I can just about manage to say.

  She turns and smiles at me and I see she is more heavily and darkly made up around her eyes than usual. My own eyes take in her matching black lace panties and she momentarily swivels her hips to reveal the panties are in fact a thong. I seem to remember the underwear as a set I bought her for last Valentines Day.

  She climbs up into her shiny black 4” heels and says: “Well, what do you think?” I tell her she looks “incredible” as she turns one way then the other in front of the mirror.

  “Mick’s going to have serious trouble keeping his hands off you” I say softly.

  “Mmm, not too much trouble I hope” she smiles without taking her eyes from the mirror.

  I move towards her and to try to take her in my arms but she gently pushes me away.

  “Hey!” she says, leaving me with the scent of her Coco Channel still in my nostrils. “You’ll mess me up! I need to get my party dress on over these then we’ll have to get going!”

  She shoos me out of the room with long slender fingers and closes the door behind me.

  As we drive across town the sky is heavily overcast and dark, threatening torrential rain. We don’t talk much on the 20 minute journey, except for when she slaps my hand off her thigh as I pretend to try to get it up the front of her little dress while I drive.

  Eventually Lisa directs me down a side street and I pull up at a white building where a couple of middle-aged guys in jeans and sweat shirts stand around the entrance smoking. They look over at our car.

  I kiss Lisa then look right into her eyes and say: “You look absolutely gorgeous. I think your boss is going to get a birthday he won’t forget” She kisses me again and tells me she loves me.

  “Have a good time – and make sure the birthday boy does too. I’ll be desperate to hear all about it later.” She smiles and tells me she’ll see me soon.

  At the door of the building she waves back then the smokers turn their heads to follow her and her ass into the building.

  The plan is for me to drive to the retail park, pick up some groceries from the discount warehouse then grab some lunch while I wait for Lisa to text me around 4pm to pick her up. It’s hard to think straight though. How am I supposed to focus on shopping or anything else knowing what my wife may soon be doing? In front of her boss and a whole load of co-workers dressed only in her underwear, then... who knows what? What sort of reaction will a man like Mick have to seeing a woman like Lisa that way anyhow?

  At the grocery store I rush through the dawdling crowds with their shopping trolleys to the customer toilets. Once inside a booth I bring myself off in a couple of tugs at the thought of her exposed to him, about the pleasure a man like that could give to my wife. Then with my mind cleared a little, I grab some of the essentials we need, pack them in the car and head to a coffee shop.

  Once there, I’m trying hard to control my thoughts as I barely taste my Panini roll and double-shot cappuccino. Opposite me sit a couple around the same age as Lisa and I laughing at something together in between sipping their hot chocolates. I realise how hopelessly at
odds their relationship looks compared to mine at that moment.

  At last I can’t stand the suspense any more and abandon the original plan to wait until Lisa texts me and I head back through the darkening afternoon skies towards the bar.

  My thoughts are spinning out of control. What are we doing? Where is this going to lead? Part of me wants to go and find my wife and pull her out of that place before it’s too late.

  I ask myself again whether Lisa will actually go ahead with any of this. Then I begin wonder if she’s OK with what’s happening. My heart is hammering.

  Chapter Four

  I arrive back at the Feathers car park and leave my Ford out of sight behind a large white RV. I make my way past the door Lisa went in through earlier. I’m looking for a way round the outside of the building and down one side of it. Hopefully there’ll be a window I might be able to discretely see something through.

  At the corner where the building ends I find a small alley-way between the Feathers and a laundry next door. With a hurried look in either direction to make sure no-one is watching me, I slip down the alley between these two buildings.

  As quietly as I can, I make my way down alongside the neglected walls with their flaking paint and over bits of rubble, the odd discarded beer can and cigarette stub. This is obviously not a pathway used too often. I can vaguely detect the sound of a bass guitar, although not identify the song, from inside the building.

  About half way down the passage I pass a “Fire exit” sign and door then reach two large windows with dark curtains obscuring what seem to be flashing lights inside. With a quick check back down the alleyway I move to examine the windows in front of me for any gaps in between the curtains.

  To my increasing frustration I can’t find a single one.

  Ahead of me the alley-way ends with a wall about 8ft high connecting both adjacent buildings. It’s a dead end. In front of the wall are some chest-high rubbish bins and a large bottle skip. I curse under my breath.