Husband sets up a sexy role play spy game between his wife and a stranger, but has he given her all the right information?

Steve had written Melanie’s instructions on an old-style typewriter and encased it in an envelope, sealed with wax and an old signet ring that had been picked up in a second-hand store.

Paraphrasing the letter: There was valuable information to be retrieved. In this case a number of nude photos and sexually graphic videos of Melanie that had been put onto a flash drive. She posed for them willingly knowing they were going to be used in some sort of role play. That flash drive was now in the possession of another man. It was in a similar sealed envelope and the man had instructions not to open it until the next morning. Melanie’s mission was to retrieve the drive and the envelope, still sealed. Then her secrets would be safe. 

A lump formed in Melanie’s throat at the thought those photos and videos would be seen by someone other than her husband. And what if this strange man couldn’t be trusted? Would they end up posted all over the internet? 

She continued reading. The plan was to meet this man, referred to in the instructions as “the target” in the bar of his hotel. By means of specific instructions that would be given to her on the spot, she was to seduce him and go up to his room. It was her job to give him a powerful orgasm to get him off of his guard. The envelope would be somewhere in the room in plain sight. She was then to retrieve it and leave. If she succeeded in the task, not only would her photos and video be safe, but her husband would have a special reward for her.

While the situation horrified Melanie, it also excited her in ways she couldn’t put into words. She also felt admiration for her husband Steve for coming up with such a complex scenario. 

She and Steve had both wanted her to have an experience with another man. Melanie had only been with one person before her husband, and that barely counted – a fumbling, awkward affair that was typical of teen hijinx back in the day. Even with her husband, her sexual enjoyment had been limited by his shortcomings. The old adage “size doesn’t matter” she felt was true within a certain range, but she wasn’t sure her husband was even at the low end of the range.

Her one and only time at masturbation, with a cucumber out of the garden, was a revelation. The sensation was so different – like her orgasm was being pulled out of her. Unfortunately, her husband’s penis just didn’t have the girth to tug the area around her clit. The sensations were so different it scared her. She didn’t masturbate again for fear of wanting to ditch her husband for the produce aisle forever.

The truth was she loved Steve, but he rarely took charge of anything, something that further hindered her sexual desire for him. But now, with this typewritten sheet, she could see his authoritarian side coming out. She had a weakness for being told what to do. 

They both knew she’d never be able to go out and meet a man to have sex with on her own. Her “good girl” upbringing was too strong for that. Nor would she be able to have sex with someone if Steve was in the room. The fact was, not only did she need a fantasy scenario, but she also needed explicit instructions to follow.

But if she was given a mission – that would seal the deal… Steve knew her desire to please her superiors was strong. 

And later that evening the scenario began. Melanie was conscious of the eyes that descended on her when she showed up alone at the hotel lounge. She was in her late 40s and had always been curvy. Now, she was wearing a loose-fitting, low-cut dress with no underwear as per her husband’s orders.

She ordered a drink and her hand shook as she picked it up her beeping phone. It was a text from Steve and it referred to her as “Agent 69”. She liked the sound of that. A sexy spy. 

Then it gave the description of the man who was the target of this operation. She scanned the room. There, in a corner booth, sat the man who matched the list. Bright red dress shirt, dark slacks, and a red and gold ring where a wedding band would normally be. He was around her age, probably a little older, and well put together. Not striking but certainly handsome in his own way. His bearing was confident without being arrogant.

Feeling the wetness form between her legs she downed her drink, enjoying the warmth of the alcohol as it slid down her throat. She hoped it would slow down her pounding heart. It didn’t.

Her husband’s next instructions, delivered by text, were explicit. Get the target’s attention. For that, she was to use her cleavage. 

The target took no notice of her as she moved across the room. She decided to approach him from behind so she wouldn’t have to see his face, then she would turn dramatically when she reached him.

She leaned over in her loose-fitting top and was shocked at the amount of breast she was showing as she saw herself in the mirror. They dangled right in front of the strange man’s face. 

“Would you like some company?” She asked, finally looking down into his warm eyes. 

The man smirked and motioned to the seat beside him. “Please do.”

She sat down and they engaged in small talk. The man played his part perfectly, never mentioning the fact they were role-playing. Every few minutes Melanie’s phone would beep. Her heart would race and she would look at the next instruction from her “superior”. 

A photo appeared next. It was one that had been taken just a few days ago as part of their role-play. It was a shot of her still wet and naked from her shower, standing with one foot up on the side of the tub. Just posing for that photo had been the most naughty and revealing thing she’d ever done. Now the instructions were to show it to her target. 

She had no idea how she was going to do this -show a strange man this photo of herself. She glanced at him for a second then paused. He reached out and grabbed her wrist.

“I think this is for me, let’s have a look at it.” He took it from her grasp and took a good look at the phone. Then he stared her in the eyes. She was bright red. “You’re pretty fucking hot,” he said.

She grabbed the phone back and muttered a thank you. A few more photos came in, which she had to show in kind. Each time she revealed one, she found herself getting more wet. Finally, the next text pinged, “Touch him, and if he’s hard, go up to his room with him.”

She put her phone down immediately and looked around the bar absentmindedly making sure no one was looking at her. Her hand crept over to the target’s leg and reached down to touch him. Yes, he was hard, and what she felt excited her. 

Less than five minutes later they were in the room.

He closed the door, trapping her against it. His hands were all over her. Her thighs, her ass, and eventually her breasts. His hands were strong but soft and she felt her eyes roll back as he finally touched her between her legs and rubbed her womanhood through the soft fabric of her dress. He smiled, continuing the soft, sensual stimulation for a couple of minutes. 

Then he raised her arms grabbed the sleeves of her dress, stared into her eyes, and said, “Slide down Gorgeous.”

As she slid down next to the hotel door, her loose dress came off her curvy body. She was suddenly naked in this stranger’s bedroom. The” target” she thought. She liked that word. It made her feel powerful and sexy. 

She went to slide back up the door but he kept her down in the squatting position with one hand while he deftly unzipped his fly and pulled out the first strange cock she’d seen since she’d been with her husband. 

She was relieved it wasn’t a monster, but it was sizeable, much bigger than her husband – and uncut – the first one she’d seen like that.. All that playing with it she did in the bar had made it gooey and he ordered her to put it in her mouth. 

She got her first taste of the target. Such an intimate and dirty thing. But she was on a mission. 

Agent 69 had things she must do. 

Of course, there wasn’t anything that said she couldn’t enjoy her quest while she was doing it. She sucked his cock slowly savoring the horror of another man’s precum in her mouth and on her tongue. Her target wasn’t impressed. 

“Suck it like you mean it”, he said. “I’ve got something you want, you need to show me how much you want it.”

As a way of instruction, he grabbed her hair and pumped it into her mouth several times aggressively, even pressing at the back of her throat. It was sooo unlike Steve. He’d never take charge like that. But she must focus on the target. Agent 69 increased her suction and her aggressiveness.

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“Much better,” he said. For a while his thrusts and her hard sucking were in perfect sync. Then unexpectedly he pulled away taking several strides back. “Let’s have a look at you,” he said, smiling broadly. ‘Stand up.” As he looked her up and down from this distance it took several seconds for his face to show his obvious desire, “fuck yeahhh…” he said staring at her naked body. “There’s only ONE thing I’d change. Actually, YOU will change it. I want you to shave your pussy for me.” 

A few minutes later she was alone in the hotel shower. A new razor and shaving cream had been laid out for her. She wondered what in the world she agreed to and how this would affect things. She knew that Steve loved her bush and insisted she not do anything to it, besides make it tidy around her bikini lines. What would he think when she arrived back home all smooth? Then there were her own misgivings. There seemed something inherently naughty and vulnerable and wrong about not having any hair there. But by the time all of these thoughts had entered and left her mind the deed was done. 

As she got out of the shower, Melanie noticed a new notification on her phone. There was a text message. It said, “What’s going on hon? I got a message from our target. You left the bar with a different man!!”

OMG, she thought. She’d not only sucked a stranger’s cock, but she had also shaved herself smooth. There was no way of hiding that she’d been intimate with the wrong man. Still, she was so turned on right now. She didn’t know what to do.