“There she is,” my wife called out to me stopping my getaway. I slowly turned around, cowering, trying to hide my shame.
My wife walked up to and embraced me, kissing my cheek. Her friend Rachel dropped her bags that she was carrying and looked me up and down in amazement. I stood motionless as both women examined me.
“Truly astonishing,” Rachel exclaimed.
“I know girl,” Anne responded, “Barbie is a natural.”
“You gotta tell me your secret, I may need your guidance for my little sissy hubby,” Rachel grinned devishly.
Anne cackled, “that can be arranged.”
Once Rachel had left, Anne’s attention returned to me. “Is supper ready yet, im starving!”
I nodded silently that it was, before following Anne to the dining room. I served dinner and spent the rest of the evening trying to avoid the impending conversation with my wife.
Once she was finished I took her plate and cleaned the table before returning her refilled wine glass. I then took my place next to her in silence.
“Well I guess that it’s time we talk about last night, ” Anne interjected, interrupting the silence.
I could feel her eyes peering a hole through me. The pit in my stomach quickly turned into a rock. Tears began to well up in my eyes. I had rehearsed my response several times in my head, but try as I might I could not utter the carefully planned speech.
Distraught, I finally fell to my knees and tearfully pleaded with my wife. “Please, Anne don’t leave me. I promise I will stop. I never do anything like this again. I’ll stop everything, just don’t leave me. I just want things to go back to the way things were before.”
Anne caressed my cheek softly before taking a napkin and cleaning my now running makeup. She helped me to my feet and kissed me softly before silently guiding me by the hand to the living room. She had me sit down on the sofa, before sitting next to me and once again taking my hand in hers.
Anne took a deep breath before she began to respond, ” Dear Barbie, I was afraid you might react this way, especially after me walking in last night on your little performance. I want to ensure you that I have no intention of leaving you. But I also have no intention of things returning to the way they were before.”
I tried to interrupt, but my wife stopped me by placing her finger against my red lips, silencing me further. “It has become quiet clear that you rather enjoy your time as Barbie and your sexy time with Jim. I would never dream of making you give that up since it was me after all that gave you the nudge towards the dark side.” Anne finished that sentence with a little wink that caused me to blush and my caged penis to groan.
“Instead, I believe that I have come up with a solution that will benefit us both. Have you ever heard of cuckolding?” Anne queried.
I tried to further hide my embarrassment as I knew exactly what it was. I knew my wife had been unfaithful in the past, and even though our marriage was a completely “open” relationship, I gave Anne a lot of leeway with her escapades outside of our marriage. I even admit to fantasizing about watching my wife with another man on occasion.
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