A checklist.

The rest of the night was fairly quiet, but the next day I started preparations. It cost me more than I wanted, but I felt it would drive things forward.

I spent most of the day reading the stories Mark had sent me, watching porn and getting ideas. By the time Mark came home, I had organised a stack of cards and little envelopes; I had a pile of numbered cream envelopes, silver envelopes and gold envelopes. Inside each, I had single lines which suggested what I was doing or had done.

In the first envelope, I had a single line, ‘Mark will only cum in condoms’. When Mark got home that afternoon, I gave him a big kiss. “Hi fiancé, I hope you are ready for the next stage of our relationship.” It felt forced, rehearsed; I had practised it all day.

He laughed, “I am prepared for everything,” he told me.

I smiled, “Good, 'cause I have something to show you.” I pulled him into the little study nook. Mark had an office in the house; I had a little corner, it was a cupboard when we moved in, but we removed the doors and made it into a bit of a place for me to have my computer. “These,” I said, “are a bunch of envelopes; in each one is a little descriptor of what I have done. As I do things, I will leave you an envelope.”

Mark groaned and leaned into me; he kissed me fiercely and grabbed my arse, “There’s a lot of envelopes,” he said.

I smiled back at him, “I know, right, each one is unique, and I will give you one sometime after I have done the thing in the envelope.”

He groaned again, and I laughed, “So, I have a list of what is in each envelope, and I might add extra envelopes as we go on.” He kissed me again, and I moaned at the passion in the kiss. “This one, I want to give you tonight.” I held out the first envelope, and Mark went weak in the knees.

“You’ve already started?” he asked.

I nodded, “It is entirely up to you whether you open the envelope or not. I think it will be more exciting if you don’t, but I want you to have some idea of what is going on.”

Mark held the envelope for a long time, “If I want to, do I have to open it now?”

I shook my head, “Nope, you can open it any time you like, but right now, I want to fuck you,” I told him. “I want to ride you, but,” I bit my lip before I pulled a condom out of my cleavage.

He frowned briefly, “I didn’t think it was a fertile time for you?”

I smiled at him, “This is the deal right this second; you want me to control our sex life; you want me to cuckold you. This is how you get to be inside me.”

He grabbed the condom from my grip and pulled me toward the bedroom.