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.

I slowly drove up to her, taking in her appearance. Although she had disguised herself as Molly, as before, with red hair and green contact lenses, her make-up was much more exaggerated, more 'whorish'; she had also put on long false eyelashes.

As for her clothes, she was wearing a very short, tight leather skirt, which came barely to mid-thigh, black stockings, and black high-heeled shoes. On top, she wore a semi-transparent blouse that had been tied in a knot at her navel, with a deep neckline that showed she wasn't wearing a bra. She carried a small handbag slung over her shoulder.

As always, she was very attractive, though in a totally different and more vulgar style than on our hotel dates.

I pulled up in front of her, rolled down the window, and addressed her, "Hi."

She walked over, leaned over, and stuck her head through the window, showing me more of her breasts through the cleavage, "Hey, handsome boy, want anything?"

An intense smell of cheap, violet-scented perfume wafted in through the car window as she stuck her head in.

"I was looking for a little company tonight," I answered.

"Perfect; I can provide all the fun and companionship you need. Do you want anything special?"

"No, I wasn't thinking of anything in particular. Just the company of someone pretty like you."

"I charge 50 for a blowjob, 100 for a 'full', and 400 for the whole night. If you want it without a condom, it's 50% more, except for the night, which is only 100 more. You pay for the room. And I warn you, I charge in advance."

"I'd like to spend the whole night with you."

"Then go ahead," he said, opening the door and sitting in the passenger seat, "There's a motel nearby. I'll guide you. My name is Molly."

"I'm Buck."

I drove to the nearby motel, guided by her instructions. Once there, I parked the car, went to the reception while she stayed in the car, and booked a room.

We went to the room. As soon as I closed and locked the door, she turned to me and said, "400 in advance."

Although I didn't know what it would cost, I had prepared money for the night, and I gave her what she asked for. She pocketed the money, and then she took a packet of condoms out of her purse and put it on the bedside table next to the bed.

When I saw it, I got stuck and said, "I was thinking of doing it without a condom."

"Well, that's 100 more."

I didn't have that much money on me. I wondered if Moly would be able to demand that I wear a condom. I was amazed at her ability to get into the role and also at her ability to play with me and tease me.

I mumbled, "I'm sorry, I don't have that kind of money on me. Couldn't you make an exception?"

"I don't like to make exceptions. Everyone wants discounts and exceptions. And I take a risk of catching a disease."

I didn't know how to get out of the jam. I could see how Mary's eyes reflected her amusement with the game and how she made me "sweat it out" to be with her.

Suddenly, I remembered a general medical check-up that had been given to all the employees of our company.

I said to Mary, "Molly, I have a recent medical examination that I can show you. You'll be able to see that I don't have any diseases. Would you let me do it without a condom?"

"Well, I like you; you seem like a nice person, Buck. Show me that report, and we'll do it without a condom."

I breathed a sigh of relief. I showed her on the cell phone the report, and she, after reviewing it, put the condom packet in her purse, walked over to me, and said, "Now, get ready to have a good time."

She kneeled down in front of me, unfastened my belt, and pulled down my trousers and pants.

She took my cock in her hand and said, "You have a nice big cock, Buck. I think we can have a good time tonight."

She moved her head closer and took the tip of my cock into her mouth. Her lips, painted a shuddering red, stood out, enveloping my cock.

Slowly, she lowered her head and leisurely slipped my cock into her mouth.

It was a delicious feeling, but after having my cock locked in the cock cage for a week, it was even better.

Gradually, she began to bob her head up and down, taking more and more of my cock in, until it was touching the entrance to her throat. At the same time, she fiddled with her tongue along the underside of my cock and along the frenulum, giving me untold pleasure.

She continued to suck my cock, running her lips up and down the length, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly, while keeping her hand on the base, preventing me from taking it further into her mouth or varying the speed. My cock was covered in saliva, shiny, red, and fully erect, almost to the point of aching.

My excitement was growing more and more. I had closed my eyes and let myself be carried away by the sensations and the pleasure Mary's mouth was giving me, until finally I couldn't hold on any longer.

I felt my testicles contracting, my cock throbbing, and a stream of semen began to run down my urethra and gush, like a volcanic eruption, into Mary's mouth, who, noticing the beginning of my ejaculation, held still, letting her mouth fill with my semen. I almost lost my balance and had to rest my hands on Mary's shoulders.

Although it must have been seconds, it felt like many minutes passed without the flow of semen letting up. All the cum that had accumulated in my testicles during a week of excitement and desire was gushing out uncontrollably.

As I finished, I looked down at Mary, who swallowed the remaining cum in her mouth, looked up at me, and said, "Wow, tiger, what a release. Has it been a long time since you've been with a woman?"

"Only a week, but it seemed like a long time to me."

"Well, we'll have to make up for lost time, Buck. You paid me for one night, and I'll make sure you get your money's worth."

She kicked off my shoes and removed my trousers and briefs. Then, standing up, she unbuttoned and removed my shirt.

She began stroking my torso and fiddling with my nipples, "You have a pretty nice body, tiger. Come to bed."

She led me by the hand to the bed, where I lay down. She began to undress, taking off her blouse, for which she only had to undo the knot, and revealing her lovely breasts; then unzipping her skirt and removing the skirt and thong she was wearing; finally, she took off her shoes and climbed onto the bed.

Kneeling between my legs, she continued to stroke me all over my body, caressing the areas she knew turned me on the most, until my cock started to get erect again.

She took it into her mouth, sucked it until it was fully erect, moved forward until she was on her knees at the level of my cock, guided it until the tip was at the opening of her pussy, and, excruciatingly slowly, moved down, inserting my cock into her hot, wet sex.

Once she had descended until she was fully impaled on my cock, our pubes in contact, she began to move up and down, equally unbearably slowly. My hands went to caress her hips and her thighs until they went to her breasts, which were in front of me, swaying with her movement and, above all, with her increasingly agitated breathing.

I fondled her breasts with relish, enjoying their touch and softness, and at one point I grasped her erect nipples with the index finger and thumb of my hands. I kept my hands fixed on her nipples, so that as she moved up and down on my cock, she stretched her own breasts up and down, increasing her arousal. She responded by pinching my nipples hard, already lost in her pleasure and arousal.

Her pace quickened, and the excitement quickened as both our breaths quickened. We gasped and moaned louder and louder.

Finally, we both reached orgasm simultaneously, something that doesn't happen very often, despite what the 'urban legends' say.

I was exhausted, but she kept moving on me, linking the first orgasm with several others, squeezing out her pleasure until she fell exhausted on top of me.

After a while of catching her breath, she lay down next to me, saying, "Wow, Buck, it's been so long since I've had an orgasm with any of my clients; you're fantastic."

We lay there cuddling, and I wasn't even aware of when I fell asleep. The next morning, I woke up to her sucking my cock, which had the usual morning erection.

That totally woke me up. When she saw that I was awake, she got on all fours, with her ass towards me. I needed no further invitation. I kneeled behind her, caressed her vagina, checking that it was wet, placed my cock at the opening of her sex, and slowly pushed myself into her vagina. I grabbed her hips and moved my hips back and forth, fucking her hard, sliding my cock into her soft opening.

I had before me the wonderful sight of her beautiful back and her shapely buttocks.

Before long, I felt my orgasm approaching. I pushed all the way in, held still, and felt the semen run down my cock and be expelled, adding more fluids to Mary's already soaking wet pussy.

I kept pumping some more until Mary climaxed as well. Then I rested my torso on her back, brought one hand to her clit and the other to her breasts, and caressed and stimulated her until she came again.

Exhausted and sweaty, we collapsed on the bed, still joined, with my cock in her vagina.

I kissed the back of her neck and her ears, telling her, "You're wonderful."

After showering and soaping each other, I drove Mary to where we had met the night before to pick up her car.

As she got out of my car to go to hers, she said, winking at me, "That was great, Buck. If I'm free next Saturday, I can book it for you, and I won't charge you extra for doing it without a condom."

As I drove home, I thought about Mary's extraordinary ability to put herself into a role. I remembered that when she was at university, she was in a theatre group formed by the students, and she was really good at it. Not only did she prepare and study the roles conscientiously, but she immersed herself in them, almost becoming the characters.

At home, while we were having breakfast, we talked about how we had spent the night. We both had a lot of fun and enjoyed ourselves enormously. We decided to do it again.

We continued with the rhythm as in the previous weeks: me locked in the cock cage, continually teased and denied, while providing her with daily orgasms, and on Friday nights, playing our roles, in this case not a couple of strangers but a client and a prostitute, and having extraordinary sex.

As in previous weeks, Mary occasionally took pity on me and allowed me to orgasm when she saw that I was too desperate, so that I wouldn't have to wait until the weekend, and also because she felt like it, she told me.

One afternoon, as we were talking about plans for the following weekend, I noticed that she was not as enthusiastic as she had been at other times, so I asked her, "What's the matter with you? You don't feel like going on, do you? Are you tired?"

"Not exactly. I'm enjoying it a lot, but, I don't know, maybe it's that we people put a lot of enthusiasm into our fantasies, and then, when we try to put them into practice, it's never the same as we had imagined. Maybe that enthusiasm makes the result, even if it's very good, a bit disappointing."

"Well, don't worry; I understand you; it's been a bit like that for me. You think of a fantasy, but then it can't be the same in real life."

"Yes? What went wrong with your fantasy? I thought the teasing and waiting game locked in the cock cage was exactly what you were hoping for."

"Well, oddly enough, in my fantasy, I saw myself as desperate to cum, on the verge of coming, and not getting it for a long time. When you let me cum during the week, on the one hand, I was so desperate that I wanted it with all my heart, but on the other hand, in my fantasy, you were inflexible and never let me cum, even going more than a week without being able to do it."

"I'm sorry," said Mary contritely, "I thought I was doing well, but I thought you suffered too much when I teased you and you couldn't come. I was incapable of seeing you suffer. I became afraid you would have a heart attack because you were so excited. But I promise, I will do my best to make your fantasy as good as possible. I will be strict. I'm thinking there are these little safe deposit boxes that have a timer that can be programmed to open only after a certain amount of time. We can buy one to hold the key to your cock cage, and that way, even if I want to, I can't release you."

"Thank you. You are wonderful. I can't think of a better wife than you. And what could we do to enhance your fantasy?"

"Well, I don't know," Mary replied reluctantly.

"Tell me anything; I swear I'll do anything. I want you to be happy."

"I don't dare tell you. I think it's something I've got in there. I can't ask you…"

"Ask me for anything; in advance, I promise I will. Tell me what you feel."

"Now that you've promised, it's harder for me to say it..."

"Please, Mary. Share it with me."

"You see, when we play at being two strangers and we're in bed, I can't help but know it's you. Despite the disguises, I see your face and your body. Not only that, we know each other very well. I know what turns you on, where to touch you, and how you'll react. You caress me where you know I like it; you try your best to make me enjoy it as much as possible; you have your way with me, loving, caring, and concerned about me. That's all great, and I enjoy it very much, but it's not my fantasy of making love to a stranger, not knowing how the other person will react, exploring unfamiliar territory, with someone who treats you differently than you treat me, Charley."

I was beginning to understand what was going through Mary's head, and I couldn't say I was enthusiastic, "I mean, that you would really need to make love to a real stranger."

"To fulfill my fantasy, I would need to be with a stranger. But it wouldn't be about 'making love'; I see it more as just sex, just sex play, like playing with a new vibrator might be. Something that makes you enjoy it in a different way, but without any kind of personal relationship. But I've already told you not to feel obliged."

"It's not comfortable for me, but even if I hadn't promised, I couldn't refuse you. You've worked so hard to make us enjoy our fantasies, and as soon as I've given you a little problem, you've started to think about how to solve it. And I love you so much that it would seem selfish to deny it to you."

"I guess I also think about it because I've never had sex with another man. You've had sex with some women, but I came to marriage a virgin. I plan to stay with you until we die and make love as much as possible, even though we're 90 years old. And that means I'd die without knowing what sex with another man is like," Mary said. "And of course, looking for another man to have sex with when I'm ninety would be difficult," she added, laughing.

Regaining her serious tone, Mary continued, "It's like the desire to see an eclipse of the sun or to see the sea for those who haven't seen it. Something you can say, 'I've done it or seen it', although it doesn't change your life. An experience to have in your memory, so you don't feel like you're missing something. Maybe, after the experience, you might even think, 'it was no big deal', but if you don't experience it, you are always left with the doubt: 'I missed something important'. "

And Mary added, "And then there's the other point I made: that I no longer feel attractive, that I no longer attract any man. When we pretend to meet as two strangers, it's still you, and I know you are attracted to me, but would I be attractive to another man who is really a stranger?

Would he be turned on and want to have sex with me?

I even get to thinking if being attractive to other men wouldn't make you want me more and value more that I'm still with you and that you wouldn't assume, that we wouldn't both assume, that we're together out of habit."

"I can assure you that you are very attractive to any man, and I don't take anything for granted, nor, of course, do I believe that you are with me because you have no other choice or out of habit. I certainly feel better every day sharing my life with you. But I understand you, and I understand that it is something emotional, not intellectual, that you have to feel, even if rationally you can argue otherwise.

What worries me is that you might fall in love with this man."

"It seems impossible to me that that would happen. I can't conceive of anyone better than you to spend my life with."

"What if that man is better in bed than I am?"

"I don't think so, but even if it were, it has nothing to do with living together and being a couple. The vibrator we bought is also 'very good' and never goes limp, but I wouldn't move in with it. In that encounter with a man, I would see him as a 'vibrator', something to try out, experiment with, and have fun with, but nothing emotional. And if he's good, we can always learn ideas and techniques and incorporate them to make our sex even better."

"How do we do it? Are you thinking of anyone?" I asked apprehensively.

"No, I haven't thought of anyone. We can sign up for one of those dating apps. But not one of those to meet your partner ones. The best would be one that's more directly oriented toward sexual contacts. It's not about finding a boyfriend; it's about finding someone for a 'crazy night of sex'."

"But you have to be careful; you don't know who you might meet. You know that on the Internet there are a lot of people who lie, and you don't know if they are what they say or even what they are trying to do. They can even be violent or dangerous and hurt you."

"Well, we will have to be careful. It will be necessary to check the man's details and determine whether he is real. Also, you could be around when I meet him. I could leave the mobile connected on a call to you so you could listen in and, if there is any problem, you could come to help me immediately. Although if we check everything first, I don't think there would be any risk. Also, I wouldn't give out any real personal details. I would be 'Molly', with my hair, contact lenses, and changed appearance. Besides, we could look for someone from another city. I think if we're careful, there's no risk. If he doesn't know who I am or what my name is, I'm in disguise, and he's from another city, the risk of meeting again is minimal."

I was not objecting to prevent the meeting, but because I was worried that something might happen to Mary, or at least that's what I seemed to think; but the truth is that, as Mary put it, it could be something controlled. I said, in closing, "Go ahead. Arrange it the way you like."

"No," Mary replied, "I want it to be a shared thing between the two of us, so that you can be comfortable and in control of everything. I don't want to find a 'lover' behind your back. As we have done so far, we are going to act out a fantasy, and I want to include you in it as much as possible. We could even, after this meeting, set up another meeting and do the threesome that you cited as your fantasy. We wouldn't have to look for another man. And of course, after the meeting with him, I will be waiting for you to 'thank' you for being the best husband in the world and the most understanding partner one can have. I promise you that on that day, after a week's wait, I will make sure you have the best night and the strongest orgasms of your life."

We opened an account with the name 'MollyBloom1922', where she entered her personal details: her age (real), her sex (real), name (fake), place of residence (fake), marital status ('Single'), partner preferences ('Men'), her interests ('Some sporadic encounters with a man, no permanence or commitment', 'New experiences'), and uploaded some photos (disguised as Molly, so that no one who knew her as Mary would recognise her).

Within a short time, the account received many messages. Oddly, despite being registered as a woman, there were quite a few messages selling Viagra or penis enlargement products. We didn't know if it was because they assumed she had lied and was really a man, assumed she was a dissatisfied woman and offered it for her husband, or simply that there were accounts that sent the same spam to any new account.

Among the messages from (or claiming to be) men, we discarded those that had the style 'Come with me, bitch, I'll fuck you with my 15-inch cock in all your holes', 'Do you like to get hurt?', those that had no photo, those that had an obviously fake photo (taken from some internet model), and others that did not offer confidence about the author or his intentions.

There were a few messages that seemed more trustworthy, and we focused on them. One of them was a married man, but when he told us that his wife knew nothing about it, we dismissed it. Another married man wanted to include his wife in the encounter, and we ruled him out, although we did comment, half seriously and half jokingly, that perhaps at some point we could try a couple swinging or a threesome of one man with two women.

Of all the single and apparently reliable men, we finally chose one who said that he 'would be happy to contact a beauty like Molly and have a meeting with her on the conditions she set' who was single, 30 years old, resided in a nearby town, and signed as 'Mathew1994'.

We replied and exchanged a few messages. He seemed to be trustworthy. He didn't have a girlfriend and wasn't looking for one, and a casual encounter with an unknown woman to enjoy sex with no further implications seemed perfect for him.

We asked him for a full-body photo in a swimming costume and with a newspaper of the day to check that it was real and also to see what he looked like. He had an enviable body, and on commenting on it, he said he was part of a swimming team. Mary also sent him a picture of her in a swimming costume and with a newspaper, to which he replied that she was indeed a beauty, not just in her face.

He seemed like a perfect candidate. Mary and I discussed whether to have sex with or without a condom. She said she preferred without a condom, which could come off if put on at the beginning, or hinder and cut off the rhythm if put on just before penetration. In return, she would require Matthew to provide a recent medical certificate of freedom from sexually transmitted diseases.

He sent one that had recently been done on the swim team, which also allowed us to check that his name and other details were real. Of course, at no time did Mary tell him that she was married or that the messages were drafted between the two of us. We preferred to maintain as much discretion as possible. And besides, since it would only be a one-time encounter, it didn't matter much either.

Finally, after much hesitation from both of us, we agreed that Mary would meet him the following Friday in the town where Matthew lived. They would meet at a bar and then go to a nearby motel in an area Mathew knew. I would drive there with her and stay in the car parked nearby. She would call me just before she met him and hold the call until he left, so if there were any problems, I could come quickly to help her.

We sometimes doubted whether we were being too cautious, but it was something we had never done before, and besides, you read about cases of rape, abduction, and abuse, and we would rather go overboard with precautions than have Mary have a problem.

As the day approached, Mary became more and more reluctant and began to regret it and to tell me that it was a mistake, that what she was doing to me was hateful and unfair, that it was an abuse of my kindness, and that she had no right.

I told her that she could do whatever she wanted, but not to worry about me, that she wasn't doing it behind my back, that it was something I had accepted, and that it could even be a turn-on for both of us. I told her that I accepted her interpretation that it was simply sexual play, like she might do with a vibrator, without any attachment to the man.

I guessed that she was also a bit scared of meeting a stranger and having sex with him.

For my part, although I encouraged her, because I didn't want to be selfish and deny her, I thought, and doubted, a lot about it.

In my head, in total confusion, there were thoughts about jealousy (was I really going to admit that she had sex with another man?), about the excessive importance given to sexual contact (a masseur also touched her naked body and gave her pleasure and it was not a problem), about my insecurity (it was the fear that she would prefer the other man that really worried me? ), about how it could be an enriching experience (she could enjoy it, see her fantasy fulfilled and even be a step towards a threesome that I had once thought of) and many other contradictory ideas.

On the other hand, at night, we continued our games.

Without realising it, locking my cock in the cock cage on Saturdays after finishing our Friday games, and keeping me locked up all week until the next game had become a habit.

I kept on wearing the cock cage, and at night I made her have orgasms with my mouth. Some days she would tie me up and masturbate me with her mouth or her hand, teasing me to the edge and denying me the desired orgasm, playing with my arousal several times until I was totally desperate.

However, when I was licking her sex or when she was teasing me, she did not add to the game any reference to the man she would meet, as was the case when we played with the fantasy of meeting the stranger that was me. Her way of playing and teasing me was to tell me how I was going to enjoy the weekend, how she would make sure that I would have unforgettable orgasms and nights, and that the wait would be worth it.

Friday afternoon finally arrived, and, for the first time in front of me, Mary became Molly. She dyed her hair, put in her green contact lenses, put on her make-up, chose a bra and panties that were pretty and flattered her already beautiful body but were not too daring or vulgar, and put on attractive but discreet clothes and shoes.

For my part, although I wasn't originally going to meet the man, I put on my beard, wig, and 'Buck's' clothes. We had agreed that, until I met Mary after her meeting with Matthew she would not remove my cock cage, so I had my cock imprisoned.

We checked that the mobile phones had battery power, as we would be on a very long phone call.

We took Mary's car this time and drove to the nearby town where Matthew lived. The GPS led us to the area where Mary and Matthew were meeting and the motel where they would go next.

We parked in a nearby car park with a view of both establishments. I squeezed Mary's hand, gave her a big hug and kiss, and said goodbye, saying, "Be calm and enjoy your adventure. I love you very much. I'll be here for whatever you need."

She walked with unsteady steps towards the bar. She stopped right in front of the door, pulled out her cell phone, called me, and said, "I love you madly. You're wonderful." She put the phone in her purse without hanging up and walked into the bar.

I listened on the phone to the sound of conversations, plates, and glasses, and music in the background and kept waiting, wondering where this experience would lead.

To be continued. Chapter 6. Matthew