A Middle Aged White Man

Your anxiety was short lived as you heard a knock on the door. Obviously the stranger had wasted no time heading up the elevator and down the corridor to the front door of your apartment. Your husband already waiting by the door slowly undid the locks and timidly opened the door to the man waiting on the other side. You stood a few paces down the foyer, eagerly anticipating the first glimpse of your new lover.

“Hello? Dave?” Your husband asked.

“Yeah I’m Dave. You must be Vijay. Nice to meet you,” you saw his hand extend and shake your husbands.

“ Yes I’m Vijay, nice to meet you too. Please come in,” your husband returned the gesture and stepped aside allowing Dave in.

You got your first real look at him. Dave was an older white man, late 40s maybe early 50s, if you had to guess. He wore a plaid red shirt, blue jeans, with a pair of white running shoes. His brown hair was slightly balding, his face showed signs of stubble and wrinkles. He stood at least 6 feet tall, taller than your husband you thought, and it did well to hide the slightly bulging stomach. He was no model, but he wasn’t necessarily bad looking for his age. You stood still and smiled politely as Dave finally noticed you and started eyeing you up and down. It was quick, but you were sure you saw him lick his lips.

“Well hello there sweetheart! You must be Shivani. You’re even more beautiful than the pictures,” he said now slowly walking up to you. Your husband shut the door behind him as he entered the apartment.

“Hi yes, nice to meet you,” you replied unable to help blushing as you wondered exactly what pictures your husband had sent him. Had he already seen you naked?

Turning back to your husband he said, “ Right let’s quickly discuss my ground rules then we can get to it.”

“Yes ok let’s talk in the living room then,” your husband nervously replied.

The three of you entered the living room and sat down on the couches. You directly beside your husband and Dave directly opposite.

“Now I know this is your first time, but are you ready for this,” Dave asked obviously looking at you for an answer.

“Yes I’m ready,” you answered trying your best not to fidget nervously.

“Wonderful. Now your husband has filled me in on your relationship so far but I have a few more questions, are you on birth control of any kind?”

“Umm no I’m not sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry that’s perfect. I want to make it perfectly clear that we will NOT be using any condoms when I’m fucking you. If you get pregnant you will be keeping the baby. No excuses, is that clear?”

You hadn’t considered that at all. What if you did fall pregnant? There was no way you could keep another man’s child, besides the child would look nothing like your husband.

“Yes that’s clear for us” your husband answered for you.

“I’m talking to your wife now. Do you understand Shivani?” Dave responded directly annoyed by your husband’s outburst.

“Y-yes I understand,” you replied startled by his forwardness.

“Good. Next you will not be hurt or put in any danger, but my word is law. If you disobey me you will be punished. How depends on my mood.”

“Umm yes ok,” you replied not fully understanding what he meant by that.

You were starting to wonder if you had walked yourself into a big trap. Punishment? They had never been part of the plan, you didn’t want to be punished, in what ever form.

“Good. Now stand up”

You stood.

“Take off your clothes. All of them.”

You stood motionless for a second before your hands started to move. You reached down and slowly removed your top, exposing your lacy bra and leaving the top of your tits in plain view. You took your time, folding the top and placing it on the couch. Not making eye contact with Dave or your husband, you reached down and undid the button do your jeans . Wiggling naturally you shook them down your freshly shaved legs and stepped out of them. You bent down, picked them up, and folded them neatly. As you turned around to place them on the couch, you were all too aware of Dave’s firm gaze on your ass. You turned back and looked him in the eyes for the first time since he had commanded you to strip.

“Keep going,” Dave ordered, nothing but lust in his eyes.

Standing now in only your underwear the realization that there was no way back dawned on you. You were now fully committed to this. You looked over once at your husband, who was transfixed yet giddy with excitement. You took a deep sigh as you reach back and unclipped your bra. You can do this Shivani, you thought to yourself as you let the bra fall from your chest. You paced it on the chair as your full breasts swung free of their confines. Taking another breath you bent forward and slung your fingers into either side of the waistbands. With a sharp tug you pulled them forward and down your legs. Placing your thong on the sofa too you turned back to Dave, blushing harder than you ever had before while you stood naked in front of a stranger.