On Tuesday, Mary had the day off; the director had given it to her to rest after the intense weekend, and I had planned to telework, so we had time to have breakfast together and quietly talk about the events of the weekend. While we were having breakfast, we didn't comment on anything, but when we finished, Mary said to me, "Well, what do you think about what I told you? Have you seen the video?" "Yes, I saw it last nigh...

The following week passed uneventfully. Perhaps the only novelty was that I was more excited than usual. In the previous weeks, I knew that, on Friday, I would have the chance to make love to Mary and release my pent-up desire. However, knowing that the following weekend I wouldn't be able to have that chance made me want it even more. Also, I suddenly realised that Matthew had said he would be away for two weeks, but it...

The following week, we had no contact with Matthew until Friday, when he sent us a message saying he was waiting for us at the coffee shop where we had met on previous occasions. When we got there, and after the three of us had exchanged greetings, Mary asked him, "Haven't you booked a room? Do you have any activities planned, like when we went to the dance?" Matthew replied, "Yes, I've booked a room, but first, I had som...

On Monday morning, I left for the office while Mary stayed at home to prepare some documents and prepare for meetings later in the day. When I returned home in the afternoon, Mary said, "Matthew contacted me this morning to ask me how I liked my date with Thomas. I told him, 'fine, although very intense, even too intense'. He laughed and told me he could imagine. He also asked me if I had ever experimented with anal sex....

During the following week, we went on with our usual lives, until on Wednesday, the director of our department told us that our company was going to take part in a publishing fair that would take place in the capital. It was necessary to travel there to prepare all the details of our participation, and, as Mary was the one who had sold the most in the last few years, the director had thought that she would be the one on o...

On Monday afternoon, a text message arrived on Mary's dating app account from Matthew: "Hi Molly, I wanted to propose something to you." Molly wrote, "Hi Matt, tell me." "How would you like me to teach you how to deepthroat? With a girlfriend I had a while back, we learned how to eliminate the gag reflex, and then I've practiced it with some girlfriends I've had, and they've learned. You'll be able to swallow all of my co...

During the week, we had no contact with Matthew. We had no more regular calls. On the other hand, we also couldn't play our game of tease and denial with Mary bringing me to the edge of orgasm with her mouth or hands, as we didn't have the key to my cock cage and my cock couldn't be released. However, we improvised another game combining the above and played it a few nights. One night, after dinner, Mary and I were talkin...

On Sunday afternoon, when Mary contacted Matthew using the dating app to confirm the date for the following Friday, Matthew called through the app. "Listen, Molly, I've been thinking about proposing something that might be exciting to do this week," Matthew's voice came through the laptop's speakers. "Yes, tell me, Matt," Mary replied. "I've been thinking about the cock cage and the tease and denial game you and Buck play...

Mary contacted Matthew, using the dating app, to meet up for the following weekend. He said he was happy to meet again and that they could meet as many times as she wanted. He said he had really enjoyed meeting her and would like to continue dating. Once the date was confirmed, Mary and I had a conversation about how to introduce myself to Matthew and what changes needed to be made to the meetings. "Mary, we need to agree...

I kept sitting in the car waiting to hear Matthew and Mary meet, but for a while, all I could hear was a waitress asking Mary what she was having, to which she replied coffee, and the background noises of the bar. After a few minutes, I heard Mary say out loud for me to hear from the mobile phone in her bag, "He's not here yet. I'm sitting here waiting for him." Soon after, I heard a voice say, "Hi, I'm Matthew. You're Mo...

I drove to the street where we had arranged to meet. There, under a lamppost, I saw a woman standing with one leg bent and her back leaning against the lamppost. Fortunately, this time there didn't seem to be any risk of confusing me, I thought. There was no one on the street, although I noticed some isolated lights in an office in the area, possibly some maintenance or IT team doing work they couldn't do on a daily basis...

When I entered the bar, I scanned the room to see who was there and find Mary. At one table sat a couple with a teenage boy and girl, a family on a trip I thought; at another table, three men chatting, perhaps a business meeting; at the bar, with her back to me, a blonde woman with a chignon, it could be Mary, her proportions were similar; in another area of the bar, a man alone, I thought of a travelling salesman; at a t...

Over the next few weeks, we continued to play and experiment with the toys. One afternoon, after returning from work, as we started to change out of our work clothes into more comfortable clothes, I interrupted her, before she had even put on a t-shirt, playfully, "Wait, we need to try the nipple clamps. It would be wasteful to have bought them and not used them, wouldn't it?" Mary smiled at my comment, "Yes, what a saver...

After making our decision to buy erotic toys to try to liven up our routine a bit, we took my car and headed to the sex shop we had found by searching the internet. It was located a few kilometers outside the city and was very big, a sort of 'supermarket' of erotic products; it even had baskets to store the chosen products. We were surprised by the 'naturalness' of the shop. It didn't have the dark and hidden air we expec...

I remember making the decision when I was returning home from work on a Friday that was Black Friday. I was alone in the car in a traffic jam, cursing the traffic jam, all the surrounding drivers, and the kind of life we were leading, society in general, and my wife and I in particular. Seeing everyone doing the same things, buying what we were told to buy, and when we were told to buy it, living directed, routine, monoto...