Everyone loved my husband, Dominic. Dom was the kind of guy with the positive energy of a freight train, and a physique to match. Good looking, a brilliant lawyer, and outgoing and friendly. And, in the bedroom, wow, we enjoyed a frequent and kinky sex life, where he lived up to his name.

That last part, however, came to an abrupt end when Dom had the accident that left him in a wheelchair. When it became clear it was unlikely he would ever be able to give his high-libido wife what she desperately needed, my husband gently suggested I was free to seek that elsewhere.

“I know that you love me, and you being with others for sex won’t change that a bit. As long as you come home to me, I will never feel jealous. You know that I love you, and want to see you happy, because when you aren’t happy, I can’t be happy either.”

So, I tried it, having a brief fling with a guy I knew, totally a FWB situation… and I was miserable and guilt-wracked. It felt like I was betraying Dom, even though he had given his blessing. I confessed all this to him, telling him that when I sought out sex from another man, it scratched my immediate itch but then left me with the feeling of selfishness that ruined it. I was giving away something that belonged to him, and that wasn’t my right.

“Okay,” he said, “What if I gave it away for you?”

I must have looked puzzled through my frustrated tears, because he continued. “What if I pick some bed partners for my beautiful wife. What if you let me give you that as a gift? Leave it up to me.”

The first time, he asked a buddy from his physical rehab group over for the evening. After dinner, Dom smiled and told me to take him to bed. Jerry had lost both legs below the knee, but his dick worked just fine, and knowing my husband wanted this as much as I did broke the wall I had constructed around my desires. He told me later he could hear me screaming across the house!

A couple of days later, Dom and I had a long talk. He told me that he would be picking partners for me from now on, with the understanding I would trust his choices and give myself freely to them as I would with him. Then, he showed me the special playing cards he had made up. On one side was a Queen of Hearts, and on the other was a message.

This card is good for eighteen hours with my beloved wife, Meg

“Every once in a while, someone is going to come up to you, Meg, and give you one of these cards. I want you to give them what they need, and get what you need in return. I love you and I want this for you. Will you please do this for me?”

I sat in his lap and kissed him thoroughly, letting him know what a special man he was!

There were a few rules I insisted on, of course. I would not tolerate anyone disrespecting my husband for our arrangement, nor implying that he didn’t come first in my heart. Discretion was a must from cardholders. I wouldn’t consent to abuse or injury, even though he and I had frequently played with bondage and spanking and such. No bathroom functions, thank you very much. And protection would be used unless there was a recent STD screening provided. I would keep my IUD; Dom and I had wanted kids eventually, but I had no desire for an unplanned baby.

I found our new game tremendously liberating, not to mention constantly exciting. I never knew who might show up with a “Queenie”, and expect me to spend a day in their company, doing whatever they wanted, from vanilla to pretty freaky. In gleeful obedience to my beloved Dom, I never failed to fulfill his promise to a cardholder.

There was the muscular trainer from Dom’s gym, who fucked like a machine for hours. The shy and repressed immigrant from the IT pool at his office was another. Once, it was a married couple looking for that magical unicorn threesome, and another time it was an older widower who only wanted to cuddle while I wore his wife’s nightgown. I was even a 20th birthday present for a lucky young virgin!

My favorite was an elderly man, who spent his eighteen hours in one-hour bits, just having me visit for lunch. I still came by Mac’s place once a week, and eventually talked him into a naked massage session!

So, now my marriage is more loving than ever before, and Dom has the fun of finding people to keep his oversexed bride happy and content. I wonder who will be the next person my handsome, generous, marvelous husband will send my way, with a Queen of Hearts in hand?

I don’t know who you are or why Dom thought you should have a “Queenie”, but I’d like you to come up with a backstory that explains it! Just remember to treat me right, and I promise to treat you to a unforgettable 18 hours.

I'd love to make this a short-term RP with a fun and literate partner, who knows how not to abuse a semicolon, not to mention knows when lose the “loose”. Drop me an out-of-character note to introduce yourself. Let’s discuss ideas for the role you want to take on and scene we want to play before jumping in. Please remember that this story isn't me, it's a character I'm playing! DMs only, please, as I don't use the chat function.

Not interested in exploring: pain, verbal viciousness, blood, torture, non-con, toilet stuff, snuff, or one-sentence replies. I'll try to reply to all polite responses, even if it's just a polite "no thanks."