To begin with:
We discussed many of our fantasies with each other anyway.
Most of them were also recorded in our diary.
That diary formed the basis of a FANTASY STORY in which, ultimately, absolutely anything to do with sex was on the cards. Right down to the extreme.
The basis of this story is that my wife fell head over heels in love with a man who lived 1,100 km away from us. She visited him four or five times. At first, she went alone. Later, every other time, I went with her as her husband, but mainly as a cuckold.
However, in one of the early chapters, I described how her lover wanted her to be groped by him and his friends whilst she had a bar between her ankles. She reacted rather negatively at the time but came back to it later.
That came as a surprise to me. Apparently, I had made such an impression on her that I had sparked her interest in BDSM. From that moment on, anything was possible, culminating in large, all-encompassing bi-orgies where BDSM and WS were not shunned either.
The most striking thing was that she asked me more and more often when the next chapter would be ready.
It led to her remark that the difference between that lover and me was that he turned perverse fantasies into reality, whereas I merely had them.
“I dream of being able to experience it all one day. And you, you must obey everyone and accept anything, whatever it may be.”
