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  Whatever He Wants

  Ella Ryan

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  What to do when you catch your husband cheating? For Amelie, there’s only one answer. An answer that’s been staring her in the face this whole time…

  Amelie has been miserable with her husband Richard for years – he talks down to her, dismisses her self-run business, and spends most of his time with her staring at his phone. His best friend, Killian, seems to care about her more than he does, the two of them sharing long nights together where he showers her with the attention she craves so much. But at least Richard would never cheat. Right?

  That’s what she believes, until she finds evidence on his phone proving otherwise. And she turns to the only man she truly trusts to help her wreak her revenge.

  Contents

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  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

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  Michael adores his wife, Jeannie, with every inch of his soul. Kind, compassionate, beautiful, charming – they've been together for years, and he can’t imagine being with anyone but her.

  Until, of course, he coaxes a deeply-hidden fantasy out of his sweet wife: that she longs to see him make love to another woman in front of her. At first, Michael is shocked. But with his birthday approaches, his wife reveals that she intends to indulge in her fantasy, and he is intrigued by the idea. With the help of a sexy co-worker, Jeannie gives Michael whatever he wants...

  Chapter 1

  Whatever he wants."

  Those were the words that came out of the mouth of Michael’s wife’s mouth, the last words he had ever expected to hear from her. The woman standing before them smiled, sweetly, her red-lacquered mouth curling up into a grin that seemed to speak to her excitement at what lay ahead of them.

  Michael was still trying to wrap his head around precisely what it was he had done to deserve something like this. He and Jeannie, his wife, had been married for more than five years now, and never once had she given him even the remotest inclination that she might be into something as deviant as this.

  If anything, it was quite the opposite. The two of them had met at a conservative college, the kind where you came to find your future spouse, and they had fallen in love quickly and deeply and soon given themselves over to the sweetness of their romance. He adored her, he truly did. She was smart, beautiful, beyond charming, with a sweet compassion that stretched over into her work – she worked for a charity for abused children, providing them comfort and support as they were removed from the dangerous situations they found themselves in. She had picked up the job the week after they finished college, and they only days she had taken off from it were for their wedding and their honeymoon.

  And she had always had a hint of shyness, Jeannie – hiding behind her curtain of long red hair and smiling nervously out from beneath it when he asked her questions on their first date. The first few times they’d slept together, she had been bashful, giggly, a little worried that he wasn’t going to find her attractive or would reject her after he’d gotten what he wanted. But by that time, he was already head over heels for her, telling his parents on their weekly phone call that Tuesday that he was certain he had met the girl he was going to marry. They were beyond thrilled, even more so when they met her and figured out exactly how perfectly she was going to fit into the family at large.

  As for him, he supposed he was a little more out-there than she was. He had dated around a little before he’d met her, and his previous girlfriends, though short-lived, had shown him that there was way more to sex than the missionary position for the sole purpose of reproduction. It had taken her a little time to get over her hang-ups regarding her sexuality, but under his practiced touch, she eventually gave in and let her self get overtaken by the sweet pleasure the two of them could share together.

  Chapter 2

  He worked as an advertising consultant for a major agency, making enough cash to ensure that Jeannie could follow whatever passion projects she wanted to at work, which was important to her; to him, out of the two of them, she was the one making a real difference in the world, and he didn’t want anything to have to compromise that. He was so proud of his wife, so proud of her inherent goodness, and anything he could do to make sure that she continued sharing it with the world was important to him.

  But sometimes, and perhaps this was just the boorish boy inside of him, he wished his wife had a little more of an edge to her. She could be almost too sweet for her own good, her mind never drifting to anything remotely naughty, even when they were in bed together. So many times, he had asked her what her fantasies were, and she had just giggled and blushed and brushed him off as though she couldn’t think of anything worse than telling him. He had long ago learned not to push the issue, forced to accept that his wife would open up to him when she felt the time was right. But the fact of the matter was, the time never seemed to be. And it was starting to seriously get under his skin.

  How long had they been together? And still, she didn’t want to tell him about those dark fantasies that must of existed in the back of her mind? He supposed that perhaps they just didn’t exist, but he had a hard time believing that was the case. He had seen the way that her eyes darkened when they were making love, as though she was tapping into some part of her brain she did her best to keep buried at all times. And he wanted to know exactly what it was she had hidden down in there.

  Chapter 3

  It was coming up for his birthday, five years after they got married, and he knew that now was the time to come out and ask her outright what it was that she had up in that part of her brain. She always liked to please him on his birthday, and this was the only thing he wanted: their relationship was perfect, but that gnawing curiosity to know what lay beyond the parts she let him see was beginning to get in the way of everything else.

  "So, what do you want for your birthday this year?" She asked, trailing her fingers up the inside of his wrist playfully. Normally, he would just suggest a day in bed, the two of them ordering takeout to build up their energy once more when they got tired, but this time he knew he had to add a twist to it.

  "Honestly?" He took a deep breath. "I want this to be all about you."

  "No, but it’s your birthday," she shook her head, wrinkling up her little nose as she did so. "It’s meant to be what you want!”

  "Yeah, well, I want to know what fantasies you’ve been keeping up in there," he tapped her temple gently. She stared at him for a moment, and then looked away.

  "I don’t know if I can..."

  "I’m your husband," he assured her. "You can tell me anything. Really."

  "I don’t know..." She replied with a heavy sigh. "I don’t want you to think of me any differently..."

  "Hey, baby," He touched her cheek gently. "Whatever it is, I’m not going to think any differently of you. I love you, no matter what. And I want you to be happy, no matter what that takes from me, okay?”

  She chewed her lip as she looked back at him for a long time, trying to figure out what the best course of action was. He could see it in her eyes, that nervousness, that fear, the worry that whatever she was about to say was going to scare him away. But her urge to please him for his birthday overtook any nervousness that might have been left drumming around her system, and finally, she opened her mouth and spoke.

  "There is...one thing," she confessed, like she was in church and admitting her sins to the man
on the other side of the booth.

  "Yes?" He prompted her interestedly.

  "I’ve always wanted to see you..." She paused for a moment, took another deep breath, like she would need more oxygen to get her through this. And then, finally, she came out and said it.

  "I’ve always wanted to see you with another woman."

  He stared at her for a long moment, trying to make sense of the words that had just come out of her mouth. She sat there and waited for a response, the panic evident on her face.

  "I went too far, didn’t I?" She blurted out suddenly. "I’m sorry. We don’t have to talk about it again-"

  "No, no," He grabbed her hand. "I’m just surprised, that’s all."

  "You must thing I’m so perverted..."

  "I don’t think that at all," he promised her. "I think you’re...bold. For telling me."

  He hesitated for a moment, and then continued.

  "Why is it that that appeals to you?” He asked, and she lowered her eyes to the ground and replied.

  "I suppose...I just like the thought of being able to show you off like that. I mean, I look at you and I just see the sexiest, most gorgeous man I’ve ever known, and I want other people to see that too. And I know it’s crazy, I know it doesn’t make any sense, but seeing you with another woman, seeing her want you the way I do...it really turns me on."

  "Wow," he muttered, trying to make sense of the words coming out of his wife’s mouth. He was already stirring in his pants, getting hard just hearing her talk to him like this.

  "Is that totally weird?" She asked fearfully, and he took her hand and squeezed it gently.

  "Baby, not at all," he promised her. "I love you no matter what, alright? I do."

  "But you think it’s gross."

  "Not even a little bit," he grinned at her. "I think it sounds amazing."

  "Amazing?”

  "Amazing."

  Chapter 4

  And with that, their little game had begun. Now that she had finally come out and been honest with him about what it was she really wanted, he could find a way to give it to her. Or, find a way to make sure that she believed that this had all been her idea in the first place.

  They talked for a long time about what they wanted to do with her newfound fantasy, if there was any way they could bring it into the real world. Truth was, Michael was so connected with his wife by then that he couldn’t imagine anything changing that.

  "But what if we do it and you like her better?" She bit her lip.

  "That could never happen," he promised her with a certainty. "I love you too much for that, you must know that."

  "But what if..." She tried to continue, but the truth was she couldn’t think of much more keeping her away from doing this. She was nervous about the thought of truly indulging her fantasies, nervous about the side of her that it might draw out. But there was a flicker of fascination inside her, something that told her that she had to see what this held for her. For them. For the relationship.

  And so, she put a plan into action. Michael didn’t know a lot about it, but she would pepper him with these little details, with this tiny hints as to what this was about, and he knew that everything she’d ever dreamed of was about to come true between them. How thrilling was that? He could tell she was beyond excited, filling him in on the news as it came, on the advancements in her little plot.

  "You remember Nell, from my work?" She asked him casually one day, while the two of them were cooking dinner together.

  "Yeah, of course I do," Michael replied. He had met Nell a couple of times, usually when he was picking up his wife from her workplace. She had cropped dark hair, dark eyes, and a wayward smile that seemed laced with something a little flirtatious. He had noticed, a couple of times, that she had seemed to be almost flirting with him – complimenting him on the cut of his jacket, remarking on the way his hair looked with a new style – but he had never given it much thought. Why would he? He was devoted to his wife, and he certainly wasn’t going to mess that up by coming on to one of her workmates.

  "Yeah, I remember her," he agreed.

  "Well, I mentioned...I mentioned that your birthday was coming up," she confessed, raising her eyebrows at me. He waited for her to continue, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end as he took in what she was trying to imply.

  "And what did she say?”

  "Well, she seemed pretty keen to join in on the celebrations," she finished up, flicking her tongue out over her lips and eyeing him hungrily. He touched her waist, sliding his arm around her.

  "Really?”

  "Really."

  "And you’re sure about this?"

  She smiled back at him, sweetly, her wifely duty.

  "Couldn’t be more certain."

  Chapter 5

  And with that, Michael began to count down the days to his birthday, ticking them off in the internal calendar in his head. Right up until the day it arrived, he was sure that all of this had to be some kind of twisted-up joke.

  Then, on the evening of his birthday, his wife appeared in the doorway of their bedroom. She had told him to get ready, to look nice, and he had taken his time, shaving and pressing his suit and sliding the clothes over his body with a prickle of anticipation. There was no way in hell this could actually be real, could it?

  "Hello, baby," she greeted him with a coo, and he was taken aback by the confidence in her voice. Usually, she would hold back when it came to stuff like this, allowing him to be the one to make the first move, but tonight she was oozing seduction. Her lips were coloured dark, her hair pulled up, and she was wearing the most beautiful dress – black, skimming over hips and accentuating the curve of her waist. Damn.

  "Well, hey there," he got to his feet. "Are we ready to go?”

  "We sure are," she grinned.

  "And where exactly might we be going?”

  "You’ll see when we get there," she replied. "But trust me when I say you don’t want to be late."

  "I’ll have to take your word on that," He shot back, and she led him through the door and out to a taxi waiting outside. She reached over and grasped his hand after she gave the driver the address that they were headed too, holding on to him tight, as though she was worried that he was going to slip away from her. He wanted to tell her that that would never happen, that he would always be her husband, that whatever happened tonight she would always be the love of his life. But he didn’t want to say anything to undercut whatever it was his wife had in store for him that night.

  They arrived at their destination, and he climbed out of the car slowly – it was as though every part of his body was oversensitized, the cool air prickling on his skin, the brief rush of wind shuddering down his back. He was ready for this, ready for all of it, ready for anything that this night had in store for him.

  "Shall we?" Jeannie took his hand and pulled him towards the door of the house in front of them. They were outside a handsome townhouse, the kind of place he had long looked at with longing, hoping that one day they might be able to afford a house like it.

  "We shall," he agreed, and she made her way to the door and knocked upon it lightly. As they listened to someone moving inside, hurrying to answer the door, she leaned over to him.

  "You sure about this?” She asked. He nodded.

  "Desperately," he replied, and he planted a kiss on her lips.

  Chapter 6

  The door before them opened, and, as Michael had predicted, he found himself looking into the eyes of Nell, from his wife’s job. She was wearing a short black dress, similar to the one that his wife had on, as though the two of them had coordinated this together.

  "I’m so glad the two of you are here," She murmured, leaning forward and planting a kiss on Jeannie’s cheek. Jeannie wasn’t much one for physical affection from anyone other than her husband, but she smiled softly as the woman’s lips connected with her skin. The sight of it was almost painfully erotic to Michael, and he found that it was already burned into his memory.


  "Before we go any further, I just want to ask you both something," She pulled back, glancing between the couple.

  "Anything," Jeannie nodded, taking her hand. There seemed to be a tenderness between them, an understanding. Maybe they were closer than he had realized. He liked that, the thought of the two of them conspiring about him together.

  "What exactly are the rules here? What can I do with him?” She addressed the question to Jeannie, speaking carefully as though she was worried about upsetting the equilibrium.

  Jeannie looked to her husband, then back to the woman she had picked out to fuck him for her. And she smiled.

  "Anything he wants," she replied. And that seemed to be all the answer that she needed.

  Nell stepped aside and let them both into her house, and Michael’s head spun as he tried to get his head around what was happening. This couldn’t be real, could it?

  "I have the bedroom all set up for us, if you’re ready," Nell told them, as they followed her up the stairs – the house was just as lushly appointed on the inside as it was out, handsome and dripping with luxury and class, like a five-star hotel laid out just for the two of them.

  "Lead on," Jeannie waved her hand, and Nell took the two of them to the bedroom, pushing over the door. Inside, there was a large double bed, and beside it, a comfortable chair looking on to it.

  Jeannie instantly made her way over to the chair, taking her place on the plush fabric; there was a flicker of anxiousness in her eyes, but a thrill, too.