Living a double life

Living a double life, one of a man married to a beautiful woman who is perfect in almost every way. The conversations are great, the attraction is intense and the relationship is perfect. Almost perfect.

The second life is one of sexual satisfaction, the desire to have a woman crave my attention, my direction, challenging them to push their sexual limits and help them discover their own sexual needs, needs and desires that they did not know they even had – yet!

Achieving this by making these women go through tasks that peak their interest and curiosity but give them a sense of helplessness as they would need to trust my words and actions knowing that following my directions is the only way they will truly see or understand what they need.

Making women experience something for the first time, drive me insane. Push me to continue crossing the line that a married man should not be crossing.

My desire to fulfill this need is not due to the lack of love in my marriage. My sexual appetite just happens to be beyond what my wife can provide.

Let’s face it, a wife who is willing to go along with certain sexual fetishes or needs because she loves you is not as satisfying as a woman who follows your lead – because SHE WANTS TO!

This story is about one of those women. This woman was named Cindy.

Cindy understood my needs and desired my attention and trust and in return, she discovered that letting go and allowing me to be me, was the only way she was going to discover herself.

It was a weekend business trip, one she had anticipated for some time. Until now, Cindy was kept at a distance. She wanted so badly to see me often and by not giving her what she wanted, delaying satisfaction for the both us, only made her crave me in a way that I can only explain as necessary in my life.

The trip was well planned, I was in California for 1 week. We had planned that Cindy would sign up with a Temp Agency of my choosing and I would pick her to be my assistant based on guidelines and requirements given to the Agency that made sure she was on the short list of applicants. My wife even helped choose Cindy because of her background and what I needed on this trip.

It was perfect.

My wife even corresponded with Cindy to make sure that she had my itinerary, hotel information and my contact details.

Cindy had not seen me for 7 months and I was not going to let her simply run into my arms. Maintaining control was necessary and rules had to be put in place. She was to pick me up every morning, drop me off every night and attend every meeting to take notes. What ever happened in between was deliberate and made to put her in a situation that forced her to experience something she never had before.

She met me at the airport, waiting in the pick up zone with a driver. She thought a limo would be a good idea for the first day. I thought it cam across as pretentious, but she was trying to impress.

She had a sign saying my name; she was playing along just perfectly. As we sat in the back and the driver was not visible through the glass. She looked at me but did not say a word. She knew my moods. I was either my cheerful, playful self or in my dominant mood which required her to simply listen and do.

That is the mood I was in!

I said hello and handed her a box, she grabbed the box and said, “aren’t you going to….?” I cut her off and said “please open the box”. She smiled and opened the box quickly and she stared at the content of the box for a few second and picked up this small, flat, translucent pair shaped object that fit in the palm of her hand and looked at me.

I told her “slide it under your panties and between your lips, it will fit perfectly and your panties will hold it there. She chuckled “ I’m not wearing any” I told her look in the box and there, there was a sexy paid of panties that I chose to perfectly hold the remote mini vibrator that she was about to place on her pussy.

She proceeded to lift her knee length skirt and put on the panties and slide the vibrator in place.
She asked “are you happy now? But where is the remote?”

The look on her face as that moment, as I pressed the button of the remote in my pocket was priceless!
When I first turned it on, it was on high and her body jolted. I immediately brought it down to a level that did not make her move around and cum within minutes but strong enough to make her drip through her panties as a constant reminder of the control I had.

It was late and I was hungry, so I asked her where we should go. Her concentration was not impressive, for obvious reasons but she did manage to pull it together and inform the driver of a Sushi restaurant near my hotel that was known for having some of the best sushi in a genuine Japanese restaurant.

As the driver was about to drop us off, she asked if we could drive around a little longer because she was about to cum. I immediately turned it off and she looked defeated was confused and asked why I would stop it. I said:

“you know the rules, you ask for permission to cum” and then I click the remote to high and that made her gasp as it brought her close to climax and since I enjoy orgasm denials and I know her limits, I can see on her face that she was ready to burst but held off as much as she could because she knew I could easily walk away if she came without permission.