It's been a decade now. Long enough that I figured it's time I told my story. So here it is. This is the story of my unconventional marriage. The story of me, my wife, and how I convinced her to be a slut. But it's also a warning for other married men. Be careful what you wish for.
I'll be honest. Ever since I can remember, I've wanted my wife to have sex with other men. It's not because I don't love her. If anything, it's because I love her so much. She's my sweetheart. Anna. My wifey. The thought of her fucking other men triggers so many powerful emotions. It's basically emotional masochism. But for some reason, this turns me on. I believe I developed this kink back in college. Back when Anna and I were first dating, and our relationship was rife with lust and jealousy.
It wasn't Anna's fault for taking computer engineering with a male-to-female ratio of four-to-one. It wasn't her fault for being so physically attractive, either. But she was. She is. She's a perfect ten. Beautiful and charismatic like an actress. Naturally, before Anna and I got married, she always had a small army of random guys who were trying to steal her away from me. I felt like I was constantly fighting off the competition.
There were plenty of stressful nights in college when Anna didn't answer her phone, and I knew she was out with "the guys," as she called it. She insisted that these guys were just friends, but I knew all of them wanted to get inside her pants. I was certain she was secretly having sex with some of them. The only way for me to get some sleep on these stressful nights was to masturbate the jealousy away. I think all my jealous masturbation back in college burnt a kinky connection in my mind. My own arousal became dependent on sharing Anna with other men.
It's ironic because all those nights in college, Anna never cheated on me. I know that now. She just liked flirting with all the guys. But those jealous college years shaped our relationship forever. After Anna and I got married, we began to have a problem. I finally trusted her to be loyal, and the kinky engine of my sexual desire began to fade. Pretty soon, we were having sex less than once a month. We loved each other but our sex life was on the rocks. Neither of us were having our needs met when it came to physical intimacy.
I knew there was something wrong with me. Anna was beautiful, smart, funny, kind, and extremely sexy. Every man's perfect dream. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't become aroused without feeling jealous. I asked Anna to be naughty but she was fiercely loyal to our marriage.
"I don't want to break our vows," she said when I asked her to set up an online dating profile. "Too awkward," she said when I suggested she say hello to the men who regularly checked her out at the gym. "There could be consequences," she said when I asked her about being extra touchy with her friends. I kept trying to convince her to cheat on me but her loyalty was steadfast.
It wasn't that Anna didn't enjoy the fantasy of being a slut. She loved the idea, in theory. That's how we occasionally had success in the bedroom. She'd tell me she wanted to spread her legs for other men, and I'd get an immediate erection. But then I'd ask her to suggest a man by name. Someone who she wanted to fuck for real. She'd close her legs. I'd lose my erection. It was a frustrating experience for us both. This is how things went for the first two years of our marriage.
Just when I was beginning to believe that my wife and I would be sexually frustrated forever, something changed. It happened the day before Anna's twenty seventh birthday. We were walking to the grocery store to buy some cake mix, and we ran into one of her ex-boyfriends on the street.
"Oh, wow. I think that's Tony," Anna said under her breath.
There was a confident man strutting down the sidewalk towards us. "That guy?" I asked.
"Yeah."
I knew Anna dated Tony during her freshman year in college. He was part of her rebellious phase, before she settled down and met me in second year. As I understood, she dated Tony under less than ideal circumstances. She was half drunk at a house party, and Tony coerced her to go upstairs alone. That's how she lost her virginity. She told me it wasn't rape but I was sure Tony took advantage of her that night. I never understood why she started dating him after that incident.
"Should we cross the street?" I asked.
Anna shook her head. "Nah, that's not necessary."
"Alright. I'll let you deal with him."
"Anna! Long time no see!" Tony exclaimed when he recognized my wife.
"Yeah, totally! How have you been?" Anna replied.
"Oh, you know me. I'm living it up when I can." Tony looked Anna up and down. "That's a gorgeous dress. You're even more beautiful than I remember."
Anna beamed. "Thanks, Tony."
I was expecting Anna to resent this guy but she seemed mostly happy to see him.
"Hi Tony," I said.
Anna gestured to me. "This is Stephen. My husband."
Tony glanced at me. "Hi Stephen." Then he turned his attention back to Anna. "You're married, now? Congratulations. How long has it been?"
I stood awkwardly while Anna talked with Tony. I was trying to be polite but I couldn't avoid thinking about my wife's history with this guy. Casual sex with questionable consent. And then she started dating him. Their whole relationship was probably based upon a rapey kind of sex.
"Alright, I'll see you later," Anna said after a few minutes.
"Aww, no hug?" Tony joked.
Anna laughed. Then, to my surprise, she reached out to give Tony a hug, and he picked her right off the ground.
"Ahhh, Tony!" Anna shrieked. She wrapped her legs around him while he affectionately twirled her around. Her dress flipped up, and I caught a flash of her skimpy panties underneath. Immediately, something triggered inside me. I could feel my erection beginning to grow. This was the man who ravished my wife and stole her virginity in the past. And now she had her legs wrapped around him while he almost ravished her again in public. Perverted thoughts flooded into my mind.
"You two should go out for lunch. Catch up on old times," I suggested after Tony put Anna on her feet.
Tony raised his eyebrows. "That could be fun." He pulled out a pen and scrawled some information on his business card. "This is my home address. You should stop by sometime, Anna."
Anna laughed. "I don't think that's a good idea."
"Why not?" Tony asked. Then he held out both hands as if he was holding Anna's head. He brought his hands to his crotch, and he thrust his pelvis with a rude gesture. "I'll remind you what you're good for."
I was shocked. There was no doubt what Tony was suggesting. He wanted Anna to get down on her knees and suck his dick.
Anna flicked Tony's business card onto the ground. "Pssh. In your dreams, Tony. I'm not that girl anymore."
Tony laughed. "Yeah you are. I see that look in your eyes." He winked at me. Then he walked away as if nothing had happened. I couldn't believe it. I looked at my wife. She was flustered and embarrassed. But there was something else, too. She was aroused. I waited until Anna turned her back. Then I reached down and picked up Tony's address.
After we got home, I unlocked the front door and motioned for my wife to enter.
"Such a gentleman," she said.
As soon as the door latched behind us, I pushed her against the wall. "You've been a naughty wife. Flirting with your ex-boyfriend."
I loved the expression on her face when she looked up at me with surprise. "What are you talking about?" she stammered. "I told Tony to take a hike! He was being extremely rude."
"You wrapped your legs around him pretty fast when he lifted up your dress," I said.
"I had to! He was spinning me around!"
I used my knee to spread Anna's legs while I pinned her against the wall. "I saw how you reacted when he propositioned you. You were thinking naughty thoughts. You wanted to say yes."
Anna began to squirm when I reached my hand underneath her dress. "It doesn't matter what I might want to do in theory," she said with a tease.
"Are you saying you want to suck his dick?" I asked.
"No way. That man is so bad for me."
"But you want to? Admit it, Anna."
"He's certainly got the bad boy appeal," she said with a sheepish smile.
I nodded. "Tell me about your first time with him. During your first year in college."
"Nuh-uh."
"Why not?"
"It's private."
"What about after you started dating him. Did you have sex with him again?"
"I already told you this before. We had sex a few more times."
"How many times?"
Anna avoided my eyes. "I don't remember."
I studied my wife for a moment. She was hiding something. I slipped my hand inside her panties. "You're already soaking wet. You definitely need to be punished."
"Oh... I probably deserve it," she whimpered.
Anna was giving me the biggest boner. She usually liked roleplaying the naughty girl but this time she was really into it. I could sense a crack in her armor. Maybe her loyalty wasn't as steadfast as I thought. "What kind of punishment do you deserve?" I asked.
"Whatever you think is appropriate for a very bad girl."
I took a minute to finger my wife against the wall. I wanted to make sure she was fully aroused before I gave her the perfect punishment. "Okay. Here's what I want you to do," I commanded. "You're going to drive over to Tony's house, and you're going to bring a pillow. Don't speak when he answers the door. Just throw down your pillow and kneel in front of him. Point to the crotch of his pants. Then open your mouth and point inside. He'll understand that you've changed your mind and you've accepted his proposition."
Anna's eyes went wide when I handed her Tony's address. "I can't just..."
"Yes you can," I said. "Tony wants to fuck your mouth, and you want to suck his dick. It's time, Anna. You're turning twenty seven tomorrow. No more frustrating fantasies. I want you to do something slutty for real."
I could feel Anna's body tense up against the wall. She knew I was being serious.
"Kiss me and accept your punishment," I whispered.
Anna hesitated for several seconds. That was a good sign. For once, she was actually considering my perverted request. And while she was busy thinking, I made sure to keep fingering her pussy. Caressing her clit. Weakening her inhibitions and seducing her into a wreck of horny desire. "I love you, Anna. You know I love you more than anything. But you also know I want you to be a slut. Be a slut for me this evening, Anna."
Ever so slowly, my wife began to thrust her hips. She was trying to fuck my hand. That's when I knew she would say yes. I kissed her, then, to push her over the edge. She eagerly kissed me back. "I'll do anything you want," she moaned.
