The happy couple

Part thirteen

✨I'm sorry for the long chapter😉✨

I'm sure both of them just chalked the conversation up to the drunken ramblings of two best friends, but upon hearing the story several days later, I began to have other ideas. Not wanting to let my wife in on my thoughts, for fear she might say no, I kept things to myself, and never discussed the matter with her again, as I began to plan on how to bring my ideas to fruition.

My plan finally came together when I convinced Debbie to join my wife and I at our place for one of the weekends she was scheduled to come home for. I made sure to keep my tone light and jovial so that Tina wouldn't become suspicious of my motives. Once the ladies had arrived and dinner had been eaten, we settled down in the living room, opened several bottles of wine and began to catch each other on our respective days and lives. Since the girls knew practically everything about each other at this point, I spend much of the time talking about my life and work. I also ensured that I only had a few glasses of wine, while I kept their glasses overflowing with bubbly.

Soon the two of them were plastered drunk and were giggling at everything I said. It was at this point that I decided to put my plan into action.

As lightly and nonchalantly as I could I began, "So Debbie. Tina was telling me the other day that you read my stories. What did you think of them?"

"What? Oh, they were really good. I can't believe your imagination!" Debbie exclaimed.

"What parts of the stories did you like?" I asked, pretending indifferent curiosity.

"Mmm....I guess the issues of control, and the stuff they were made to do. It was all so very surreal, yet sexy," she replied.

"Well, I'm really glad you enjoyed them." Again staying as light and indifferent as I could, I added "did Tina tell you that she also enjoyed those stories?"

"Umm....no I don't think so," was the slurred response.

"Oh she did. In fact she enjoyed them so much that she volunteered to become my slave," I said, watching Debbie's reaction closely as I dropped the bomb.

Her head snapped up from her wine glass upon hearing that. "She what?" she asked incredulously. I could see Tina turning a few shades of red as she listened to our conversation.

"She wanted to know what it felt like to be those women in the stories, so she agreed to give control to me in our sex lives. I believe she finds it very liberating, don't you slut?" I asked, turning my head slightly towards my wife.

Clearing her throat loudly she quietly responded, "yes Sir."

"What? You're fucking pulling my leg, aren't you Carl?" Debbie asked between hiccups. Her half-full glass of wine temporarily forgotten as she tried to determine if I was kidding around with her or not.

"No, I'm quite serious." Turning to my wife I ordered, "open your shirt and let Debbie see your breasts."

Not trusting her voice any more, after only a slight pause, Tina reached up with shaking hands and unfastened the buttons on her blouse, and slowly pulled the material aside, exposing her bare breasts. Her nipples were hard as rocks and stuck out at least half an inch as if begging for attention.

Debbie just gaped at them for several seconds, disbelieving what she was seeing. "Tina told me that you were turned on by the content of my stories. Would you also like to know what it feels like to be those women in the stories?" I asked with bated breath.

This was the moment of truth. Either Debbie would take the bait and things would unfold as I had hoped, or she would be disgusted by the thought and my weekend plans cut short. Several seconds of silence passed as Tina continued to hold her blouse open while her best friend openly ogled her bare breasts.