My name is Donald and I have a very attractive sweet little wife, her name is Jane, thirty years old, two less than I. She is of a little less than average height and has a very well proportioned body with slender legs. Doing a lot of exercise, mostly jogging and work-outs in our gymnasium, she has not an ounce too much but she is nevertheless very feminine with beautiful long dark hair, nice ample but not really big boobs without any sag. Her face is very regular with a nice straight nose, very intense blue eyes and a full mouth, as if specially made for kissing and sucking. She likes fucking as much as I do, or even more. So we should be a very happy couple, especially as we have also quite some money without having to work for it. The sad truth is, however, that, after 10 years of marriage, without children and nothing much to do, we are bored, we are terribly bored. Only our sex brings us some excitement, but by far not enough and anyway you cannot fuck all day long.

So I had come to the conclusion that we had to find something to make life interesting again, if possible even better, to make it adventurous. I thought a bit about traveling or swinging and things like that. In fact, before we were married, when we were students, we already did a lot of foursomes and swapping with a pair of friends, so that would not have been a very new experience, and finally I found something much better, that would be very exciting and adventurous, especially because it would be very risky. It was something so special that I at first did not even dare to talk about it with Jane, afraid of her reaction. But I found occasions to test her feelings about what I considered to do, without asking her directly but just listening to her reactions on news in the papers and on TV about similar activities as I wanted to propose, and finally I thought I could risk it to talk to her about it.

At first she thought I was not serious, then she said I must be mad, but, knowing that I am not mad, she slowly began to understand that I was very serious. AND TODAY SHE HAS GIVEN IN. I did not really expect her to, my proposal being really outrageous, but Jane, who is not sentimental, not softhearted at all - in fact she has some sadistic tendencies - also got excited when she accepted to think about it. We shall be really in charge, the masters, the deciders of destiny, we are going to replace GOD, at least for one person.

So now we have really started to live again, we have something to look forward to, something to work on together!

Already planning everything is very exciting. There are many things that we shall have to prepare and organize and we shall have to surmount many difficulties, but we have several trumps in our game.

To begin with, we have a house standing in a large garden with high dense bushes all around. It is not really isolated, but still not too near neighboring houses. There are no houses opposite or behind ours and it is hidden from the two neighboring ones by those bushes. We know our neighbors only superficially, we are just on greeting terms with them.

Very important is that we have a house with a built-in garage with direct access to the house. Once we have entered our car, nobody can see what, or WHO, we take out of it and into our house.

Furthermore we have in our cellar a room that was installed long ago by someone very pessimistic as a refuge in case of an atomic attack. So it can be hermetically closed, only letting air in through a ventilation system. The filter in that system we shall not really need, but it will still be useful in preventing any cries from inside to be heard outside. And cries will have to be expected! We already tested its noise isolating capacity, Jane screaming loud inside, and I never heard her.

At present the existence of that room is only betrayed by the door leading into it, so if we hide that door nobody will know or even suspect it exists. The idea for the way to do this I got from a report on TV about a Belgian child abductor years ago. He had replaced a door in his cellar by a well isolated door made of concrete, such that it seemed to be just a part of the wall and then he had fixed a shallow cupboard on it. The door could be opened from within the cupboard, the whole contraption swinging out: very ingenious, the police once looked around in that house and never noticed that there was a door! It will require a lot of work but it is feasible. I am going to start hiding this door tomorrow. And just as this man, I will isolate this room so well that no cries for help inside could ever be heard outside.

In the mean time we shall have to think about the girl, what age must she be, must she be blond or dark, where shall we look for her, how shall we capture her. We must also plan what we will do with her and how we will finally dispose of her. Already thinking about all this is delightfully exciting........(cont)