[milkman56]

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The irony of all of this is that this is same motel which I used to set up the last group sex session I made Annie do, and in a room identical to the one she met her “lovers” in, But this time she could not say: “You will never regret what you will do in this room.”

My idea to see her fuck strangers was intriguing to me. And that she was willing to do it heightened my excitement.

In part the idea of strangers appealed because I thought it gave me back my control. It made her more subservient to me. Doing it with my friends had become something that I could not control; and obviously she could and would do it anytime she wished. My jealousy became a factor. I had told her. She was surprised and a little annoyed about those feelings, since it had all been my idea in the first place.

I think it worried her—doing it with strangers—and that she agreed to do it for strangers should have worried me too. But I was too swept up in the fantasy. In an odd way I wanted her humiliated by them. I wanted her submissive to them. In an odd way I wanted her to be ashamed and sexually coerced. I think my jealousy actually made me angry with her and this was a punishment. I am sorry to admit it. I did not really want hurt to her.

For her part, as I know now, she agreed because she was ashamed of her secret fucking. She thought she owed me this. She thought she should do something for me, since she was “cheating” on me. And too, it was like things we had done before. Fantasy play-acting had been part of our sex games. We had play-acted **** and bondage games. She had always enjoyed it a little rough. This sex game was just one or two steps up the rung of the same ladder. So maybe—or so I told myself—this idea was not too extreme, and besides I thought I had it all well planned out. The men I had picked up were strangers to me too, and they were “traveling” men—out-of-towners, I believed—so they would not likely encounter her in her day-to-day or mine either, and so would not likely cause either of us any embarrassment ever. The whole thing should remain anonymous.

As I said, the irony was that it would take place at the same motel where Annie met with George and his friend. It was at that bar and super club where Annie had met George the first time that I met the men I picked up for my sex game. I had chosen it intentionally. I knew the motel catered to “traveling” businessmen and I presumed such men were susceptible to my kind of overture. The motel was notorious for “hook-ups.” The motel clerk would treat anything that happened as none of his business.