Pandora’s Box: He Had No Idea What He Was About to

Before I tell you how Pandora’s Box was opened, you should probably know a little about the two people standing in front of it.

I’m Mr. Vale.

Forty years old. Six feet tall. Around 190 pounds. Athletic.

I was born in Cuba, a Caribbean island where I grew up in a world very different from the one my wife knew. I learned about life early, probably earlier than I should have. I became street-smart, serious, and comfortable pushing boundaries.

People sometimes find me intimidating when they first meet me.

The beard probably doesn’t help.

Neither do the tattoos, although most people rarely see them. I prefer tailored suits, good shoes, a nice watch and an appearance that fits the businessman I eventually became.

I’ve always taken care of myself.

I’ve always liked looking good.

And I’ve always had a particular way of thinking about life:

If there is something you want to experience, eventually you have to ask yourself…

If not now, when?

Mrs. Vale couldn’t have been more different.

Thirty-six. Caucasian. Five-foot-eight. Around 130 pounds.

Athletic, flat stomach, long beautiful legs and very large breasts that could turn even an elegant dress into something dangerously sexy.

And she knew exactly how to dress.

Tight dresses.

Red-bottom heels.

Necklines that sometimes made maintaining eye contact an act of discipline.

She could walk into a business meeting looking sophisticated, successful and completely in control while every man in the room struggled not to look twice.

Mrs. Vale also has a dominant personality.

Strong.

Independent.

Opinionated.

But sexually?

That was where the contradiction began.

She had been raised with an extremely conventional idea of marriage.

A husband.

A wife.

Period.

Anything outside those boundaries wasn’t something you experimented with.

It wasn’t even something you discussed.

Yet behind our bedroom door, Mrs. Vale was anything but conservative.

She loved sex.

She was insatiable.

Within our marriage there were very few inhibitions between us. The elegant, controlled woman everyone else knew could become completely uninhibited when the bedroom door closed.

Nobody looking at her would ever have imagined it.

We had been married fifteen years.

Two children.

Successful businesses.

A beautiful life.

And a sex life that, after fifteen years, was better than that of most newlyweds.

From the outside, we probably looked like the attractive successful couple who had everything figured out.

Nobody knew there was another life waiting for us.

The funny part?

Neither did we.

I still remember the first time I tested one of those boundaries.

We had gone to dinner at one of our usual restaurants.

Good food.

Good drinks.

Probably a few more drinks than necessary.

By the time we left it was around midnight.

I was driving home with one hand on the steering wheel and the other moving slowly along Mrs. Vale’s thigh.

She was already turned on.

My hand moved higher beneath her dress, teasing her while we drove, and judging by her reaction she was expecting the night to end very differently from how it eventually did.

Then we drove past a strip club.

I looked at it.

Then at her.

And without thinking very much about what I was about to unleash, I said:

“I’d love for us to go into a place like that together one night. Especially when you’re as turned on as you are tonight. Just to experience something different together.”

Her smile disappeared.

Instantly.

She went completely silent.

Then she grabbed the hand that had been between her thighs and pulled it away.

Hard.

I knew immediately that I had fucked up.

“I never thought you would say something like that to me.”

“Baby—”

“Am I not enough for you?”

“What?”

“You need to look at other women now? You don’t find me attractive enough?”

“No. That’s not what I’m saying at all.”

“You just changed my entire opinion of you.”

I didn’t know what to say.

Then she delivered the sentence that finished me.

“You’re just another sick man in this world.”

Fuck.

For context, I was only the second man Mrs. Vale had ever been with.

Before me, there had been one relationship when she was young. He cheated on her.

She had never forgotten it.

Suddenly I understood that what sounded like an adventurous experience to me sounded like rejection to her.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I love you. This has nothing to do with you not being enough. I thought it might be something different we could experience together. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Silence.

A drive that had started with my hand between my wife’s thighs and both of us expecting a passionate night ended with her barely speaking to me.

I never mentioned the strip club again.

Days passed.

Everything eventually returned to normal.

Weeks became months.

And I genuinely believed that was the end of it.

Life apparently had other plans.

Then we hired Jennifer.

That’s not her real name.

For the purposes of this story, Jennifer was twenty-three.

Young, blonde, blue-eyed, glasses, sweet personality.

She had that innocent, almost angelic appearance that made you assume you knew exactly what kind of girl she was.

You didn’t.

She became Mrs. Vale’s assistant.

One evening the three of us ended up working unusually late.

When we finally finished, I poured myself a whiskey to decompress and the three of us stayed talking before going home.

I’ve always asked too many questions.

Mrs. Vale will confirm that.

“So, Jennifer,” I said. “Tell us about yourself. How long have you been with your boyfriend? Everything good?”

Mrs. Vale immediately interrupted.

“You’re always asking people questions that are none of your business.”

Jennifer laughed.

“I don’t care. You can ask me anything.”

Dangerous words around me.

She told us she had been with her boyfriend for three years but lately she wasn’t completely sure about the relationship.

“Why?”

She hesitated.

Then:

“I’ve always been more attracted to women.”

My eyes immediately went toward my wife.

I tried not to make it obvious.

I expected disgust.

Discomfort.

Maybe an abrupt change of subject.

Instead…

Mrs. Vale was smiling.

I remember staring at that fucking smile.

This was the same woman who had practically sentenced me to death for suggesting a strip club.

Jennifer explained that there was a woman she found particularly attractive and it was making her question what she wanted.

Then Mrs. Vale surprised me again.

“If you’re in a relationship, you need to make sure you’re actually happy and that you’re with the right person. Otherwise you might realize it too late.”

I almost wanted to ask who the woman sitting beside me was and what she had done with my wife.

Instead I kept going.

“So is being attracted to women something new?”

“No,” Jennifer answered immediately. “I’ve been with women before. My boyfriend and I have even had threesomes.”

I looked at Mrs. Vale again.

Still smiling.

Then Jennifer added:

“I really like older women. Strong women. Elegant women.”

Jesus Christ.

She might as well have pointed directly at my wife.

Then I saw them looking at each other.

Really looking at each other.

Neither one immediately broke eye contact.

Mrs. Vale had that smile on her face and a shine in her eyes I had never seen before.

Finally she stood.

“Well, we need to close everything. It’s late and tomorrow we have a lot of work.”

Conversation over.

We got into our car.

I said absolutely nothing about Jennifer.

Not one fucking word.

I had learned my lesson.

When we arrived home, it was late.

“Let’s shower together so we can get to bed,” I told her.

We stepped beneath the water.

I moved behind her.

Kissed the top of her back.

My hand slid between her thighs.

And I froze.

She was soaking wet.

Not normally turned on.

Not even very turned on.

She was wetter than I had felt her in a long fucking time.

That realization hit me instantly.

My cock became painfully hard.

I pressed myself against her from behind, slipped two fingers inside her and kissed her shoulders and neck while she pushed herself back against my hand.

Neither of us said Jennifer’s name.

I didn’t need to.

I became rougher.

That was already part of our sex life. Mrs. Vale liked when I took control, and that night she responded to it with an intensity that drove me insane.

I gripped her, bent her forward and pushed myself deep inside her.

She moaned immediately.

I fucked her hard beneath the shower while she pushed back against me, her body becoming more responsive with every thrust.

There was something almost desperate about her.

About both of us.

After several minutes I grabbed her hair and brought her down onto her knees.

“Now suck it.”

She looked up at me.

Then took me into her mouth.

I watched my wife use her tongue to clean her own wetness from my cock before taking me deeper again.

I teased her face with my hard cock, watching her expression, then pulled her back up.

I lifted her.

She wrapped herself around me and I entered her again while holding her against my body.

Her cries became louder.

She wasn’t controlling herself anymore.

Then she came.

Hard.

Her entire body shook in my arms.

It was the kind of orgasm I hadn’t seen from her in a long time.

And that was when the thought became impossible to ignore.

This isn’t only because of me.

Eventually I brought her back down onto her knees.

I held her hair while she took me into her mouth again, and when I couldn’t hold back anymore, I came.

She swallowed, cleaned me slowly with her tongue, then stood and kissed me passionately.

No embarrassment.

No explanation.

Then she simply turned around and went back to finishing her shower.

I stood beneath the water looking at her.

Neither of us mentioned what had happened in the office.

But I knew.

Somewhere inside my wife’s head, something had happened.

And instead of feeling threatened by it…

I smiled.

I had a feeling this was only the beginning.

I just had no idea how right I was.

Our sex life became even more intense over the following days.

Then Christmas approached.

One afternoon Mrs. Vale decided we needed decorations for the office.

As we were leaving, she turned toward Jennifer.

“Come with us. You can help me choose everything. You know men have terrible taste with these things.”

I thought nothing of it.

What I expected to be a quick shopping trip became hours.

Eventually I suggested dinner.

We ate.

Talked.

Laughed.

Drank.

Probably one drink more than we should have.

On the drive back I remembered Jennifer’s birthday was approaching.

“So, Jennifer. Mrs. Vale told me your birthday is coming up. Anything special you’d like us to get you?”

She hesitated.

“Actually, there is.”

“Tell us.”

“I don’t think I should.”

“Don’t be embarrassed. You’ve been great with us.”

She paused.

“What I want isn’t something either of you are expecting.”

Now I was curious.

Then she said it.

“For my birthday, I’d like one night with Mrs. Vale.”

The car went completely silent.

Jennifer leaned back.

I kept driving.

I looked toward my wife.

Somebody needed to say something.

“Well…” I finally said. “What do you think about Jennifer’s birthday present?”

Mrs. Vale waited.

One second.

Two.

Then that smile appeared.

“Jennifer is such a good assistant that I think we should make her happy and give her the best birthday present of her life.”

They laughed.

I laughed.

Inside my head there was a fucking celebration happening.

Eventually we reached Jennifer’s house.

Before Jennifer got out, Mrs. Vale grabbed her gently by the face.

And kissed her.

Right on the lips.

When they separated, she smiled.

“Good night.”

Jennifer smiled back.

Then Mrs. Vale added:

“Dream about me.”

Jennifer closed the door.

I drove away.

I made it perhaps thirty seconds.

“Are you actually sure about this?”

Mrs. Vale looked at me.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?”

“What?”

“I know you’ve wanted us to experiment together. Am I wrong?”

“No. But only if you’re sure.”

She stared at me.

“Just remember something.”

“What?”

“When I do something, I do it my way.”

Then she grabbed my hand.

Put it between her thighs.

And made me feel exactly what that conversation had done to her.

She was soaked.

She pulled at the top of her dress with her other hand, exposing herself while pressing my fingers against her.

Then she started moving against my hand.

I was trying to drive.

She didn’t give a shit.

She rubbed herself against my fingers until her breathing changed, her body tightened and she came right there beside me while I desperately tried not to crash the fucking car.

Then, as calmly as if nothing had happened, she fixed her dress.

Removed my hand.

Reached over and squeezed the erection fighting against my pants.

She smiled.

“You liked that?”

I stared at her.

“Good.”

Then she leaned back.

“Because that’s all you’re getting tonight. I’m leaving you suffering.”

Who the fuck was this woman?

And where had she been for fifteen years?

Finally Jennifer’s birthday weekend arrived.

Mrs. Vale came to me.

“Make a reservation at the best restaurant you can find. We’re taking Jennifer out.”

I didn’t ask questions.

Saturday night, Mrs. Vale walked out wearing a fitted dress ending around mid-thigh, red-bottom heels and a neckline so daring it barely seemed possible.

We got into the car.

I placed my hand on her thigh.

She pushed it higher.

“Touch.”

I did.

No panties.

I looked at her.

She smiled.

That fucking smile again.

We picked up Jennifer.

She looked beautiful.

At dinner I mostly drank my whiskey and watched.

The sexual tension between them was impossible to miss.

They flirted.

Looked at each other.

Touched.

I barely needed to participate.

It was their night.

Outside, waiting for the valet, I noticed them holding hands.

Then Mrs. Vale looked at me.

“Let’s go to a hotel.”

I smiled.

“Jennifer still needs her present.”

Mrs. Vale sat in the back with her.

We hadn’t even properly left the restaurant when they started kissing.

I adjusted my rearview mirror.

Jennifer’s hand disappeared beneath Mrs. Vale’s dress.

And there I was.

Driving through the city while another woman touched my wife in my back seat.

Months earlier she’d practically stopped speaking to me over a strip club.

Now this.

By the time we reached the hotel, my erection was so hard I was wondering how the hell I was going to walk through the lobby normally.

Their lipstick was smeared across their faces from kissing.

A few people looked at us as we crossed the lobby.

I could imagine what they thought.

Some guy walking into a hotel at night with two beautiful women.

Maybe they thought they were prostitutes.

The last possibility anyone would have imagined was the truth:

One was my wife of fifteen years.

The other was our assistant.

Inside the room, they barely gave the door time to close.

They started kissing.

Their dresses began coming off between kisses until eventually both were kneeling together on the carpet in front of the sofa.

I stood there watching.

Mrs. Vale didn’t look like my wife.

Or maybe that’s wrong.

She looked like a version of my wife I’d somehow spent fifteen years married to without ever meeting.

I undressed.

Poured myself another whiskey.

And watched the greatest live show of my life.

Then Mrs. Vale looked toward me.

She crawled closer, wrapped her hand around my cock and took it into her mouth.

For a moment I thought:

Finally.

Then she stopped.

She kissed Jennifer.

Grabbed her by the hair.

And guided Jennifer’s mouth onto my cock.

I almost lost my fucking mind.

There was something indescribable about watching the woman I loved put my cock into another beautiful woman’s mouth.

Mrs. Vale watched.

She smiled.

She enjoyed seeing Jennifer pleasure me.

And she knew exactly what watching it was doing to me.

Then she pulled Jennifer away.

Kissed her.

Looked at me.

“Sit.”

I sat in the corner of the sofa.

She took my whiskey and put it on the table.

“The birthday present is hers.”

She smiled.

“You watch.”

So I fucking watched.

Jennifer lay back on the carpet.

Mrs. Vale moved between her legs.

Watching my wife bury her face between another woman’s thighs was something no fantasy had properly prepared me for.

Her tongue worked Jennifer while one hand squeezed her breasts and the other disappeared between her legs.

Jennifer’s moans became screams.

She grabbed Mrs. Vale and pulled her harder against herself.

I sat completely naked a few feet away, stroking my cock while watching my conservative wife enthusiastically pleasure another woman.

Then they switched.

Mrs. Vale lay back.

Jennifer moved between her thighs.

And Mrs. Vale completely lost control.

Jennifer devoured her.

My wife twisted beneath her.

Moaned.

Grabbed at her.

And came.

Hard.

Then again.

I knew my wife’s orgasms.

After fifteen years, I knew every sound and every movement.

These were different.

Watching another woman make my wife come that hard probably should have made me jealous.

Instead it made me stroke myself faster.

They kissed.

Touched.

Pleasured each other.

At some point I almost forgot this was supposed to be a threesome.

Apparently Mrs. Vale hadn’t forgotten.

She looked toward me.

Saw how close I was.

And smiled.

She crawled over.

Took my cock into her mouth.

After everything I’d just watched, I lasted seconds.

I came hard into her mouth.

She swallowed.

Looked up at me.

Laughed.

Then turned toward Jennifer.

And kissed her.

When they separated, Mrs. Vale smiled.

“Delicious.”

Jennifer laughed.

“Very delicious.”

I stared at both of them.

There was no fucking way this was actually my life.

And strangely, although I had wanted Jennifer badly, I wasn’t disappointed that Mrs. Vale had kept most of her birthday present for herself.

Because somewhere during that night I realized something.

This wasn’t really about Jennifer.

It wasn’t even about having a threesome.

I had just watched a door open inside my wife.

And I was fascinated by what I had found behind it.

I thought I’d just experienced the greatest night of my life.

Less than an hour later, I wondered if I’d destroyed my marriage.

We dropped Jennifer at home.

Mrs. Vale changed almost immediately.

Silence.

I tried talking.

Nothing.

At home she went straight into the shower.

Then finally:

“I feel dirty.”

My stomach dropped.

“I feel like I just did the worst thing I’ve ever done.”

Fuck.

The greatest sexual experience of my life suddenly became a nightmare.

I didn’t argue.

I didn’t tell her how she should feel.

I let her go to bed.

I looked over later.

A tear rolled down her cheek.

I barely slept.

The following morning she woke up as though nothing had happened.

We went to the office.

I didn’t dare bring up the night before.

Then Mrs. Vale walked into my office.

Called Jennifer inside.

Closed the door.

And kissed her.

Not like someone ashamed of what she’d done.

Not like someone regretting it.

She kissed her with more desire than she’d shown the night before.

Then she looked at Jennifer.

“We’re going to have to repeat your birthday present.”

Jennifer smiled.

Mrs. Vale continued:

“Because I woke up wanting you even more than I did last night.”

Eventually Jennifer went back to work.

Mrs. Vale stayed behind.

She walked toward me.

Kissed me.

Then looked directly into my eyes.

“There’s something you need to understand after last night.”

I waited.

That smile appeared again.

“I’m like Pandora’s Box.”

I smiled.

She didn’t.

“Once you open me completely, you’ll never be able to close me again.”

She moved closer.

“I hope you’re ready.”

I thought I was.

After all, wasn’t I the adventurous one?

Wasn’t I the one who had wanted to push the boundaries?

Wasn’t this exactly what I’d asked for?

I looked at my wife and smiled.

I had absolutely no fucking idea.