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Dangerous Game by Dante X

Dangerous Game – Wife Watching and Sharing

Dangerous Game – Martin Butler, a wealthy UK business owner falls for 19 year old Ashanti who started working as a secretary but was soon promoted to his Personal Assistant and shortly after, he asked her to marry him. He then invited her to Paris where he introduced her to his dark side and they attended a couple of very interesting adult clubs.

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Dangerous Game – Martin Butler, a wealthy UK business owner falls for 19 year old Ashanti who started working as a secretary but was soon promoted to his Personal Assistant and shortly after, he asked her to marry him. He then invited her to Paris where he introduced her to his dark side and they attended a couple of very interesting adult clubs.

Back in the UK he takes her to his country cottage estate in Kinsbourne Green, Hertfordshire and introduces her to his game. Strangers are made known to a blindfolded Ashanti during the game and things become very exciting, especially when she meets Jake, who looks after the stables and kennels and lives in the groundsman’s cottage on Martin’s property. Jake is invited to play in the games because of his very unusual manhood and strange fetish, but subsequently becomes involved with Ashanti’s mother after meeting her at the wedding.

Things take a turn for the worst in the Maldives after Martin is taken away at gunpoint by a man he met at a London club.

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Chapter 1

How it all began

I had no idea what I was getting into and even though my husband Martin was much older than me, quite well off and owned an electronics company, there was an underlying sexual issue in our marriage. I’m Ashanti and met Martin just over a year ago when I started work as his secretary. I knew he fancied me from day one, and I suppose that’s why I got the job over the other twenty four applicants.  
 
I’d just turned nineteen and although I’d had a few boyfriends, I wasn’t very experienced, in the bedroom I mean… But after a few weeks, Martin was taking me out to dinner with clients and very quickly, promoted me to become his Personal Assistant. I had to get a passport and accompany him to see clients in various countries and we always flew business class. His company, Butler Electronics manufactured high tech military equipment and the head office was in Malvern, but he lived in Kinsbourne Green a lovely little English village near Harpenden in Hertfordshire, England.

I knew he really liked me as he was always complimenting me on my dress or hairstyles, and I’d always catch him staring at me, but he’d always quickly look away as if embarrassed.

Then about six months ago, we were in Italy at a business convention, and when we were alone that evening, having something to eat at a nice little Sicilian restaurant, he opened up and told me he was very wealthy and didn’t need to work any more, but loved his company and employees, then out of the blue, asked me to marry him!
 
I was so surprised I couldn’t even speak, so he told me to go home after we landed at Heathrow and have a good think about it over the weekend.

The crazy thing was, we’d never even done anything together, sex I mean, he was always the perfect boss and gentleman. We always had separate rooms whenever we travelled, and although he was much older than me in his mid fifties, he was still in good shape and dressed very well. He had a really nice personally and treated everyone very fairly, and to be perfectly honest, I did like him a lot, but never believed in a million years he’d ask me to marry him…!

After I’d got over the initial shock, we started talking and he told me he’d been married once before, but it was when he was in his early twenties and it didn’t last long. And since then, he’d stayed single and put all his energy into building up his businesses. Obviously I asked him what happened, but he just said they had problems in the bedroom and his wife had an affair so they divorced.

I was still living at home with my mum at the time, never knew my father who was apparently Indian which gives me my darker skin and exotic looks, five feet six, with I think smallish 32B breasts, quite slim and people tell me I’m very attractive. I don’t go out much and although I used to have a really close friend from school, Millie recently moved away and got married. But we still talk on the phone everyday and when I told her about my boss wanting to marry me, she was more excited than me and told me to stop being stupid and go for it.

The only thing that was worrying me was, why he hadn’t come on to me or at least give me some kind of indication that he fancied me! We’d had loads of opportunity’s when travelling and staying at hotels and even back in the UK, he’d told me he lived alone in a lovely country cottage and could have invited me to stay loads of times!

Anyway, I spoke about it to my mum, but she said it was up to me as he seemed like a really nice guy, but stressed, not to do it just because he was wealthy or I’d regret it later. And when I asked her what she meant, she just said, money can buy a lot of things but it can’t buy happiness. However, I wasn’t looking at Martin like that and over the last few months, I’d got to know him quite well and genuinely liked him.
 
So on the Monday morning, I turned up for work and he immediately asked me if I’d made a decision? I told him I wasn’t sure, because I couldn’t understand why he’d never said anything or come on to me before, and why he never asked me to sleep with him on our business trips.
 He said he understood and would explain why later, but we had to fly to Paris that afternoon to see one of his new clients. I’d already packed my overnight bag and was on edge all morning wondering what he was going to say.
 
Then on the way to the airport in his BMW X6, he reached across and held my hand, something he’s never done before and said, the reason his marriage failed previously, was because he couldn’t satisfy his wife in bed, and as it was such a painful experience, he never asked anyone out again and preferred to stay single.

“I was so surprised and asked if his ex wife was too demanding or anything, but he said it wasn’t her fault it was him. I squeezed his hand and felt a rush of compassion flood over me. We continued the drive in silence as I didn’t know what to say.
 
Then on the plane I saw he was looking really sad, so asked him if he was OK? He replied by saying, he was sorry if he was too forward in asking me to marry him, and understood if I felt he was old for me and wouldn’t be able to satisfy me in the bedroom.

Still not sure what he was on about, I told him that I liked him very much and his age was not an issue for me. And as for the bedroom, I told him I was willing to learn and was sure he’d be much better than the two boyfriends I’d had previously.

Reaching over, I held his hand and rested my head on his shoulder then said,

“Martin… I would love to marry you.”

“Smiling broadly, he put his arm around me and as we hugged as he said,

“Please listen carefully Ashanti, we’ll spend the night together in Paris and you’ll see and understand why I couldn’t satisfy my last wife. And if you feel it won’t work out between us, I will understand and you can continue working for me in a business capacity if you choose. But what I need you to know is, I’ve never felt like this about anyone else before, and to be totally honest, fell for you the moment I saw you. And as for the business, I don’t need to travel so much as I have managers that can handle most things when I’m not around, and everything else we can take a stage at a time.”

The flight was only just over an hour and we were soon clearing customs, I messaged the driver who was already waiting, so off we went to the clients their offices. Throughout the meeting, my mind was definitely not on business and sensed that even Martin wanted to get the business sorted out as soon as possible. He’d told me to book a suite at the Mandarin Oriental which was unbelievably expensive, and on the way there in the hotels limousine, he seemed to be even more nervous than me…! And even though I tried to make conversation, he was much more reserved and quiet than usual.

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