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 The Good Wife, Part 1 mild fsub, MF, MMF, cuckold.  By BRob

   Margaret had known for years about her husbands desires.  Her upbringing
and background refused to allow her to be the person he wanted.

   You see, he wanted her to find a way to be more sexually adventurous,
more free, sometimes she thought he just wanted her to actually be a slut,
though that was a word he would never use.

   Margaret had worked all her life to be a good person.  She never wanted
to be one of "those girls." In high school she distanced herself from the
girls who were known to give favors to the boys.  She was a good girl.

   She had gone to college and soon afterward she married Ken, the man of
her dreams.  He was 10 years her senior, very handsome, very successful. 
She didn't even have to work if she didn't want to, they had a nice house,
truly a blessed life.

   The only problem was his desire for more from her sexually.  She had
adapted well enough to his near constant need for sex.  She even learned to
enjoy it, though as much as he did.  She became adept at oral sex,
something that took her some getting used to, but that he insisted on.

   Ken was constantly buying her sexy lingerie and clothing.  The lingerie
was nice, she wore it almost all the time, as she had come accustomed to
his wanting her on a whim.  The clothing was a bit more difficult for her.
It was much more revealing than her upbringing would generally allow, but
she would do her best to accommodate him.

   He was a bit of an overbearing man.  He had a way of getting his way. 
It had served him well in business.  She did love him, and he was very good
to her.  She would have to do better to keep him happy.  After 5 years of
marriage Margaret was afraid he would go elsewhere if she didn't, lately
she had sensed he was losing interest.

   On their anniversary, he bought her new lingerie as usual.  It was very
beautiful, and she put it on underneath one of the dresses he loved to see
her in.  At 27 she still had a great figure, high breasts, and shapely
legs. They were going out to dinner, then some dancing later no doubt.  At
dinner she gave him her gift.  It was a hand-made card.  It was something
she had thought long and hard about it.

   The previous month she had gone to one of the top boudoir photographers
in town and had a photo shoot with him.  She included these photos with the
card.  In the card she had written; "You are the love of my life,
redemption of this card entitles you to a full day of my doing whatever you
please.  I will become a woman who will not question your will, or your
desires, my gift to you with this card is only to give you every pleasure I
can for a whole day.  Love, Margaret"

   She was nervous as a cat when she gave him the card.  They were at
dinner.  She wasn't sure what he'd think of the photos, or the card.  She
shouldn't have worried.

   He was thumbing through the photos, a big smile on his face.  She
thought they were pretty good, very tasteful, but very sexy at the same
time.  He called the waiter over, telling him it was their anniversary he
asked for a bottle of very expensive wine.  She was sure the waiter was
eying the photos too.  He gave her a wink as he turned to leave.

   "Oh Margaret" he began, "this is wonderful.  We are going to have some
fun with this.  Next weekend we are going to the coast, that's when I'm
going to use my little card here.  Now tell me about having these pictures
made.."

   That had been last weekend, now it was Friday, they had just checked
into a very nice motel with a room overlooking the harbor marina.  Tomorrow
was to be the day.  She was regretting the card, and then she wasn't
either. She couldn't explain it, but in a way she was looking forward to
this.

   They went out for dinner that night, her husband was as gracious as he
ever had been.  He was caring and attentive.  He was in the best of moods.
They had made love that night.  Truly made love, something she hadn't
really felt in a long time.

   She lay in bed in the morning, full of trepidation, and of anticipation.
She knew today was the day.  She woke early, finding Ken gone, he had left
a note.  "Back at 10:00am, our day will start then."

   She was glad she had a little time before the day began.  She took a
long bath and completely shaved herself - something she had never done
before.  She had to admit it was pretty sexy when she checked it out in the
mirror, and felt so smooth and naughty.  She had no idea what to wear. 
Since everything was casual on the coast, she chose to keep her hair in a
ponytail, with a sundress (some of his favorite lingerie underneath) and
sandals.

   At 10:00 on the dot he came into the room.

   He came to her, kissing her passionately.  "Maggie, I'm so glad to have
you spending the day with me today.  You look wonderful, turn for me."

   This caught her off guard.  He had always called her Margaret before. 
Maggie, she hadn't been called that since sometime in grade school. 
Regardless, she did as asked, turning, letting him take a look at her.

   She felt his eyes on her, hungry eyes that she knew very well.  "Very
nice" he says.

   "Now, just to make sure our arrangement is clear Maggie.  Your services
are mine for the day.  You will not question anything I ask you to do.  You
will not hesitate.  This is our arrangement, correct?"

   "This is really happening" she thought.  While she had no doubts he
would come up with all sorts of things for her on this day.  He was upping
the ante a bit.  Heck it was like it wasn't Margaret his wife that he had
for the day, but some hooker.  A hooker named "Maggie."

   She was almost offended, but she had to admit she was the one to come up
with this idea, she had given him that card last week.

   "Yes" I replied, "you are correct.  I'm yours for the day"

   With that he hugged her again, and gave her a big kiss.  Perhaps her
fears were for naught?

   "Lets go," he says, "but first take off your bra."

   Realizing she had no choice, she went into the bedroom and did as he
asked.  Now Margaret wished she had chosen a different dress.  This one was
thin with spaghetti straps.  Looking at herself in the mirror, she was very
obviously braless.  She didn't need the support, they were still high and
firm.  She resigned myself, and stepped back to his inspection, moving to
his side to take his arm as we walked out.  He was very obviously pleased
with himself, and her.  "I can do this," Margaret thought to herself, it's
just one day.

   "Maggie" was wearing dark glasses, and trying not to notice the
attention she was getting as we walked down the boardwalk.  Try as she may,
she did notice.  Just about every man, and boy for that matter, checked out
her breasts.  Some tried not to be noticed, others flat out stared.  Women
looked at her like she was some evil vixen, most did anyway, she was
surprised to note several of the women were eying her appreciatively as
well.

   They sat on a bench, with lots of foot traffic going by, she was sure he
wanted her on display.

   "So Maggie" he began, "Margaret tells me you are quite the hottie and
really don't have any limits."

   I wasn't sure how to respond to this.  He was acting as if she was a
different person.  Margaret got to thinking about this.  She was a
different person at that.  She was away from home, out with a man who
obviously liked his girls a bit on the loose side, and she was sitting
there in a white sundress, with her dark nipples showing through for anyone
who cared to look.

   "Try me" I replied, calling his bluff, but she was trembling a bit
inside as she said it.

   He leaned over and whispered into her ear.

   "Ooh, I'd like nothing more, but I wouldn't want you to get arrested out
here.  After all there are children around." Maggie replied

   "Two can play at this game." she thought, but at the same time seriously
unsure what she'd gotten herself into.

   He took her hand, leading me around towards the wharf.  Out on the
commercial dock, around beside a big ship.  Open water out towards the bay,
but shielded from those on shore by the ship.

   Again, surprising herself, she stopped and turned to him, running her
hand up to cup him.  She glanced around, then unzipped his khakis, she sat
on a big pile of rope and pulled him into her mouth.

   "This won't take long." She thought and began sucking the way he had
taught her.

   He had other ideas.  "Rub it over your face Maggie, you little slut."

   She was humiliated by his words, but she did as he asked.  It felt so
naughty.  Out here in broad daylight.

   "Take out your tits."

   Pulling the straps down over her arms, she pulled the dress down.  Her
nipples dark and hard came into the light.  Maggie rubbed his cock all over
them, then slapped it against them the way she knew he liked.  It felt
delicious!  And he was loving it!  Then without warning he came, she took
it all on her chest, on her breasts.

   He stepped back, putting himself away.  Maggie reached for a tissue in
her bag.

   "No, rub it in Maggie."

   She looked at him, hesitated for a beat, then began to do as he asked.
She could feel the morning the sun beating down, feel it baking it into her
skin as she rubbed it in.

   He took her picture with his phone.  She began to protest.  He just
looked at her.  No limits.  Damn him.

   Maggie pulled up her dress, adjusting herself, and heard a round of
applause, two men were above them on the deck of the ship, they watched the
whole thing.  She was red as a beet she was sure.  The were talking to
them, yelling down, but it was in some language she didn't even recognize.

   "That was humiliating" she thought.  But she also could feel the
excitement between her legs.



   They sat down at a little outdoor French café.  Coffee and pastries. 
They sat there, in the sun.  Maggie could still feel the heat on her
breasts, could smell him, his cum.  In her mind everyone could smell it,
the sex..  But she knew that was just her imagination.

   She couldn't help but smile as Ken reached up, wiping a bit of pastry
cream from her lip and holding it for her to lick off of his finger.  If
all these people around us only knew she was thinking.  She had to admit,
it was a bit of a thrill.

   He began talking, telling her how incredible she was, how proud he was.
She was properly flattered then realized he was talking about Maggie, not
Margaret.  Or was that the same?  She was getting confused.

   "Maggie, you are quite a girl," he went on, "my wife..."

   He was talking to her as if Margaret wasn't even there.  Her head was
reeling.  Who the hell did he think this was that just went with him out on
that dock?

   "...she just doesn't understand." He continued.  "She is the sexiest,
most incredible girl I've ever known, but she has this hangup about
appearances."

   Margaret was listening now, he was confiding in her, in Maggie actually.

   "I would never think poorly of her, I want her to be comfortable in
being the hot sexy person she is, comfortable knowing I will never think
any less of her for anything she ever does."

   "She sounds like a very lucky girl, what is it you really want her to
be?" she prompted, getting into this role.

   "I want her to be comfortable in her skin, I want her to learn to
appreciate the attention of others, I want her to.." and he hesitated here,
"well, I want watch her being more like you Maggie."

   This still wasn't telling her all she wanted to know, but it was a
start. And something worth investigating.  And something was telling her
this might reveal itself more as the day wore on.  She was thinking to
herself that he couldn't really want that, a girl with no morals, no
limits. Maybe that would be good for a day or two, but as a wife?  No way.
She hatched a plan to prove her point.

   They were walking along the shopping district, window shopping.  Maggie
stopped at a jewelry store window, admiring a diamond tennis bracelet.  She
turned and pulled him into the shop with her.

   The owner of the shop was there alone.  He buzzed them in, like lots of
jewelry stores do these days.  She told him she was interested in a tennis
bracelet like the one in the window.  Of course he lit up and she had his
full attention.

   He pulled several out, letting her try them on.  As she did, she noticed
the shop owner staring at her breasts as much as the bracelet.  "Beautiful"
he would say.  She was sure he wasn't talking about the bracelet.

   She turned to Ken.  "Buy this for me."

   He balked.

   "Oh come on, for a girl who has no limits, who would do anything you
ask?"

   He was still resistant.

   "How about if I can get a 50% discount." The shop owner was out of ear
shot.

   Ken said, "sure, I'll do that," confident in his position.

   Margaret responded with a grin, knowing she could do it.  Actually what
she knew, is that Maggie could do it.

   The shop keeper was maybe 50, a small man, maybe only 5'2".  Wearing a
suit and tie.  She returned to him.

   "I'd love to have this, but my boyfriend here says I can only spend
$1500."

   "I can show you something else." He began.

   Ken was on the other side of the room, looking at the watches, leaving
her to negotiate.  He wasn't going to help at all.

   Now she had the tennis bracelet on, asking the shop owner if there was
any way to get a discount.  One of my dress straps was down over her
shoulder.  She was holding up the bracelet close to her chest, turning it
this way and that, knowing full well that his attention was on other
things.

   Then it happened, her dress just slipped a bit lower, Maggie's left
breast was in full view and she pretended not to notice, though her nipples
were absolutely throbbing.  Maggie took his hand in hers, and brought it to
her breast.

   The man could hardly breath!  She had to smile.  He kept looking over to
Ken.

   "Oh he doesn't mind, he loves it when I'm this way." Then adding a
little louder "Don't you dear"

   With that Ken turned and looked, and saw the man's hand on her breast.
Looking at Ken the whole time, Maggie slid the other strap down, her dress
pretty much down around my waist.  She moved to the end of the counter,
pulling the shopkeeper with her.  She pulled his head in, and felt his lips
on my breasts.  It felt wonderful, and wrong, and thrilling.

   Maggie was fully expecting Ken to put a stop me, but he didn't.  This
had actually been her plan, to show him that this was just too much, that
there was no way he would ever want his wife acting this way.  She was
wrong.

   Ken never stopped watching.  Maggie fed one breast, then the other to
this man, this total stranger.  The thing was, she wasn't sure this was
enough to secure a $1500 discount, though he did seem to be enjoying
himself pretty well.

   "You need to make Maggie here earn that discount." She heard Ken say. 
"Sit her down on that stool back there and let her show you what she can
do."

   Margaret was flabbergasted!  She indeed had misjudged here.  Did he
really want her to do this?  She could never..  But then she realized
something as this little man was leading her behind the counter.  Margaret
could never, but Maggie could.

   Maggie sat on this stool, and the man opened his suit pants.  He pulled
out a cock that was very thick and quite a bit bigger than Kens.  There was
no way she could take it in her mouth she thought.  She took it in her
hand, and realized this was only the second man's cock she had ever
touched.

   Then she felt his hands on my head, pulling her down.  She really had to
stretch her lips around it, it was difficult to keep from scraping him with
her teeth, but Ken had taught her well.  Just as she got used to it, she
felt him begin to fuck her mouth.  Oh geez.  Ken was watching.  She began
to gag when he would go too deep, sometimes she choked, her eyes began to
water.

   She could tell the man was close, that's when Ken said, "cum all over
her tits, Maggie loves that the little slut."

   And he did.  It was hot, and thick.  Ken made her rub it all into her
skin just as she had earlier out on the dock.  They were both watching this
as the man put himself away.  She was thinking to myself how she was glad
it was over, the shopkeeper kept watching her.  She was thinking what a
lewd sight she must be, cum all over her breasts, lipstick smeared, eyes
watering.

   "Lick your breasts." His words caught her by surprise, he had hardly
spoken.  She looked to Ken for support, but he told her to do as the man
asked.  So she did as he said, lifting one then the other, tasting this
man's cum.  Her nipples were hard and swollen.  She realized then, with
these men here watching her like this, how incredibly turned on she was.

   "She is very good" the man says to Ken.  "My wife hasn't sucked me like
that in 20 years."

   "I think she likes doing that, look at her." Ken says.

   "I think you're right, she's looking a little needy isn't she."

   These two were talking about me as if I was just a pet, something to
play with.

   "Do you want to cum Maggie?" she heard Ken ask.

   The instant he spoke it, Maggie realized that she did, badly.  She
couldn't meet his eyes, she only nodded.

   "Cum for us then"

   Maggie slid her hand down into my dress, into her panties.  Oh she was
soaked.  She kept sucking her nipple, thrusting her hips up against her
fingers.  She was fucking myself, right in front of these men!

   She looked up and saw Ken with his phone again, videoing her.  There was
no way should could stop though.

   The she came.  It was an orgasm that can't really put it into words, but
she came harder than she ever had in my life.  It made her wonder about all
the other orgasms she'd had, whether they had been real at all or just some
pleasant feelings that she had convinced herself were orgasms.  She was
crying out, her whole body spasmed, she was pinching and pulling on her
nipples.  It was incredible.  Incredible and humiliating.

   As they walked out of the jewelry store Margaret was in a daze.  She had
never been so humiliated in my life.  It was a situation she thought she
could control, but she was wrong.  She thought she could prove her point to
Ken, but she was wrong.

   She had to admit though, somehow, someway the whole experience had
heightened her senses.  She'd spent a few minutes in the restroom at the
jewelry store freshening up while Ken and the shopkeeper did their
business. It was like she didn't even recognize the girl in the mirror. 
Maggie.

   Now, out on the street, the sunshine was beaming, the ocean air was
invigorating.  Even the looks she got from those on the street seemed
warmer, more welcome.  And she had the new bracelet on my wrist.  A
bracelet partially paid for with her mouth.

   They stopped and got a bite to eat before returning to the room.  When
they got there they stepped out onto the balcony, looking out over the
harbor.  Ken took a hold of her and said wonderful things to her.  She
couldn't remember what he said, but it warmed her.  He was standing close
behind her, she realized he was pressing against her.  The thin fabric of
her dress allowed her to feel him fully.

   She did not resist in the least as he pulled her dress up.  In fact, she
leaned forward, holding onto the railing, letting him enter her deeper.  It
felt so good, she felt so free, so sexy.  His hands were on her hips,
taking her hard.  She met his every thrust and felt him cumming inside of
her as she came with him.  Not an orgasm like at the store, but very nice.

   She collapsed onto the chaise, feeling happier than she had in a good
while.  Ken stepped over the chaise, straddling it.  He presented himself
to me, she knew what he wanted.  Maggie opened her mouth, tasted herself,
tasted him.  She licked him clean.  It seemed totally natural to do this,
for him.

   Then he kissed her.  She giggled, wondering if he could taste it all
too. Then she was asleep.  At some point Ken had covered her with a
blanket. She didn't wake until the sun was low on the horizon and the ocean
breeze was turning cool.

   "The day isn't over yet." she thought, a smile on Maggie's face.