Everyone in the office knew about Carl. His division consistently had the top sales numbers and consequently earned the biggest quarterly bonuses. So when a position opened up under Carl, your husband went after it, hard. Maybe Carl's success was based on his odd motivational tactic: whoever had the lowest numbers at the end of every quarter had to let Carl take his wife out on a date. Nobody knew the details of these dates, but there were lots of rumors, and some of them were pretty wild. Whatever the truth was, it included the fact that Carl had broken up several of his employees' marriages. Jim knew the rumors, but he was undaunted. He didn't believe them, or at any rate, whatever Carl had done, it couldn't have been anything illegal or non-consensual. The company would never have let that slide, no matter the numbers. At worst, Jim said, Carl was like ice that seeped into the cracks of already broken marriages and widened them until they split apart. You and he had no worries there. Your marriage was solid. You were both happy. You had an active sex life and a strong love and respect for each other. You had had your wild fling in college, but Jim had stuck with you through it all. After every wild adventure and great-fucking bad-boyfriend, Jim was always there for you. He helped you through it, then patiently waited for you to come back. He won you through the steadfast, constant love and support he gave you. And through it, you'd found a peaceful contentedness. Jim was a beautiful carousel in the midst of the jarring, stomach-churning roller coaster rides. Besides, Jim insisted he was going to hit the ground running, so losing Carl's deal would never be an issue anyway. But then, the first quarter's numbers came in, and there was a problem. You were going on a date. You were informed through your husband that Carl was taking you somewhere fancy, so you needed to look nice. At dinner, Carl wasn't at all what you expected. He was cute in a nerdy sort of way, but not extremely handsome. He was charming and funny, but in a carefree, easy way, that had no hint of attempted seduction or depravity. Your initial wariness soon melted away, and despite your misgivings, you had a nice time at dinner. You should've insisted that the date ended there, but Carl's suggestion of a drink seemed harmless and maybe even fun. You had no idea that the bar he took you to was a sex club.

That's how it starts, let's figure out together how we get from here to you being Carl's free-use slut. I have a few ideas of some things that happen along the way, but I want to hear your ideas. I also like to let the play grow organically. Sometimes that's when you get the best surprises. Tell me about you? What happens that first night at the club? I want this to be a slow burn. It's about seduction and corruption. I don't want to "skip to the good stuff", because this IS the good stuff, at least part of it. Anticipation is an aphrodisiac.

Kinks: lingerie, teasing, dirty talk, domination, corruption, rough sex (spanking, hair pulling, name calling), oral, pussy & cock worship, group sex, anal/assplay, light bondage, cum play.

Limits: kids, animals, bodily fluids, humiliation, non-con.