The rest of that Sunday turned out to be a celebration of rekindled romance. Tina and I seemed to find any excuse to be together and to touch each other. After lunch we sat cuddling each other on the sofa, watching TV and munching tidbits. We exchanged frequent kisses and loving caresses as we lazed away the whole afternoon.
When the kids returned later in the evening, they were thrilled to see their parents looking and acting like amorous lovebirds. They suggested eating dinner out, so we wrapped up the day by going to a quiet restaurant nearby for a light meal.
Later that night, as we lay in bed wrapped in each other's arms, we talked about all the things that we had never talked about before. I could never have imagined that my wife was so full of such wild ideas.
Tina told me that she and Carol had realised that their married lives were not heading in the right direction. They had begun to confide in each other about a lot of things. They had, in recent times, begun to exchange illicit ideas centered on fantasies about each other's husbands.
Carol was the one who first encouraged Tina to start fantasizing about Alan. She had told Tina about her own fantasies and about how exciting such fantasies could be. She had persuaded Tina to discard her mental inhibitions and to let her mind go wild.
Tina and Carol would often discuss their erotic feelings for each other's husbands over the phone, and Tina confessed that she regularly masturbated to give vent to the pent-up passion inside her. Tina also admitted that she had become more and more obsessed with the thought of getting fucked by Carol's husband.
"Did the two of you ever masturbate together?" I asked, getting quite turned on by my wife's confessions.
"Well, not really together in one place," she responded, "But on a couple of occasions we did masturbate while we were talking to each other over the phone. It was really turning on to describe to Carol what I felt like doing with her husband. It was also very exciting to hear her talk about making love to you."
Tina went on to tell me that, while they were getting a lot of sexual gratification from their illicit activity, they could see very clearly that their domestic love life was getting into a thorough mess. That was why they had decided now to get their husbands involved.
Carol had already let her own husband in on their secret. Alan was apparently very excited to know that Tina fancied him to the extent that she got fucked by him regularly in her fantasies. He was also very turned on by the thought of his own wife getting fucked by another man.
At one point I could feel my head spinning as I listened to my wife. It was quite a bit for me to digest at one go, but at the same time I could feel the pressure mounting in my crotch.
Our discussion provided enough fodder for a night of fantastic love-making. Tina was as hot as could be. She was on fire. She had multiple orgasms through the night, and gave me the best any woman could give.
When we finally lay drained of all our vital energies, holding on tightly to each other, I clamped my lips against Tina's to give her a long passionate kiss. Then I switched on the bedside table-lamp and, holding her head between my hands, looked her straight in the eyes.
"Can I ask you just one question?" I asked.
"Sure," she said.
"But you must give me an honest answer."
"Sure," she responded again.
"Okay. If you had a chance to be alone with Alan, not in those fantasies but in real life, would you let him make love to you? Or, to put it in another way, are you secretly looking forward to the opportunity of getting fucked by Alan in real life? Are you looking forward to the possibility of having Alan's cock pumping his sperm deep into your cunt?"
Tina looked stunned. Her face froze in an expression of utter shock. She was dumbfounded. This was a totally unexpected question. She was not used to being spoken to in such explicit terms. This was almost a proposition from her husband for her to commit adultery. Fantasy was one thing, reality was another.
After a few moments of silence, the words finally formed on her rosebud lips.
"Switch off the light," she murmured, "Please switch off the light."
As I turned off the light I felt her arms tighten around me. She brought her face close to mine. Then she gave me a gentle kiss on my lips.
"Yes," she whispered.
"Yes what?" I asked, trying to confirm that I had heard the right thing.
"Yes, I would love to have a good fuck with Alan – in real life. I have this secret desire to let him use my body as he likes to fulfill his carnal lust. I would love to let him fill me up with his fertile sperm."
I was quiet for a while. Things seemed to be proceeding on an unconventional course. My wife was saying things a woman wouldn't even dream of saying to her husband. We were beginning to delve into territories bordering on taboo. I felt a little uneasy. I didn't know whether this was right or wrong, but I was clearly becoming overwhelmed by an irresistible sense of excitement.
"But there is one condition," she whispered, "I only want to have sexual intercourse with Alan if you agree to also make out with Carol."
I switched on the light again. "So you are talking about wife-swapping?"
Tina gave a mischievous smirk. "Call it what you may," she mumbled sleepily, "I prefer to call it husband-swapping."
The week went by uneventfully. We continued our romantic antics, but Tina was exceptionally quiet. I could not blame her. It was not easy for a woman to admit to her husband that she had the illicit urge to be fucked by another man. But it was also not easy for me to accept her promiscuous desires. Combined feelings of jealousy and excitement played on my mind. Each time I looked at my wife, I could not help imagining her in another man's arms, her body impaled on his big cock. After our last discussion in bed, Tina did not bring up the topic again. Neither did she mention anything about Carol or Alan. But I knew that her mind was working on it. Sometimes she had the faraway look in her eyes that gave away her preoccupation with her fantasy.
