Okay, Tom thought as he worked thru the next several days. I don't get it. But then it wasn't his request either, so he really didn't need to completely comprehend the erotica that Vicki desired. She aroused him and having her satisfied, excited, and or aroused had an invigorating erotic effect upon himself. In fact thinking about her sexual adventures created more than a little discomfort for the moment. Tom's manhood felt too prominent for the work place.
Okay so maybe he would oblige her desires
But how? He pondered her request for several days. He reread the story several times pondering events, think about how he might do these things, and how he felt about it. Telling Vicki too much would destroy the reality of abduction or the intensity of having her taken sexually. Yet without some indication of safety erotica would be nothing more than trauma and her safety was a real concern then too there was his love for her as his wife and all could he watch her being abducted, raped, and tortured or better could he participate in any manner. Tom struggled with his thoughts alone over the next week.
Vicki noticed the missing story. Her heart jumped and stopped. In its place was a simple consent/release form. One person named "Vicki" would consent to abduction and/or rape by unknown persons at an undetermined time and hold said parties blameless for such acts and Vicki had to sign it now or never Fantasy was one thing and reality very much another. With her passions not soaring wildly, reality seemed a bit well, real! Everything inside Vicki strained to stop her shaking hand as she signed the paper. And the safe word - thumper. Vicki wrote it down putting it away in her purse.
The next day the paper with her signature was gone. Tom said nothing about it. Vicki dared not ask lest it might not happen yet still that it might just happen! And that both excited and scared her at the same time.
Okay yes. Tom would arrange her abduction. He would give 'her' sex over to her abductors. Tom was not sure that he could be party to those particular fears and tears. Tom was sure he could do most of the tortures she fantasized about. Yes, he could do those and maybe even the branding then that brought up another quandary. What to brand her with and where to place such a mark?
She wanted something feminine. What might that be? And she would have to work soon afterward, so where to place it without impeding her daily life? Tom considered these things carefully. These were not request to be taken lightly.
Trauma v. safety erotic fantasy v. reality Who, what, where, when? And the cost of things had to be considered too There was always someone willing to fuck a pretty woman but this was his woman, more over, his wife the woman HE loved.
Tom decided upon a four-day weekend. Time off from work might tip his hand.
"Jake, your pretty open minded. I wanna get your opinion about something." Tom puzzled at lunch. "You know my wife, Vicki. Well, she was telling me about some fantasy – dream thing the other day. Your Ex ever tell you anything like that. I mean really personal kind of fantasies."
"Naw not really. I guess talking about stuff was kind-a one of the things we didn't do very well."
"Well, Vicki handed me a story about a woman getting abducted and used by a bunch of guys kind of a payment for some money she got. With every woman saying NO all the time ever wonder, I mean really wonder what they want I mean no is NO except that sometimes they just don't want it to be no . Right? How are guys supposed to know what's what's? Except that legally no is ALWAYS no. So how do you know?"
Jake was someone Tom trusted he lay out her fantasy over lunch. And that was hard! Just think of asking someone you know to fuck your wife even with your permission after they considered your own mental state, well, how much off of the center line do any of us share, ever, even with people we trust completely? To say it was hard would be too large and understatement yet Tom found the courage to talk it over with his friend Jake. Tom let him read the story to give him a picture of what Vicki wanted.
"So Vicki wants me to do this thing... and I'm not sure how really... but I was thinking, well, sure why not!" Tom stumbled about a bit.
"Interested?" Tom finally croaked out flatly feeling the question strangle in his throat even as he asked it.
"Not sure. I mean Vicki's great and all, but what about us – you and me – here at work afterwards? And this would all be legal? Like, she's not gonna charge me with assault or anything?"
"No assault. I'll make it at work. Can you?" Tom asked
"Let me think about it?"
A few days later Tom had one of his assailants. Jake would need help. Tom and Jake interviewed several guys Jake knew before they had assembled enough manpower, three, for a safe quick abduction. Tom did not know either of them and they did not work together. Tom felt a bit of distance would protect Vicki, Jake and Tom. They set upon a date two months from now. That would give enough time for Vicki to forget as it were or at least shelf the idea. Surprise would have to be part and parcel of any real attempt at abduction. Then there were details to be worked out and a dry run or two to be done.