Honestly, I don't know how we got here. But I guess that's how most couples go from a vanilla sex life to the specific world we live in now.
It started with us joking about a threesome. Jokes. Jokes are never really just jokes, right? I'm pretty certain he brought it up but I probably kept putting drops of gasoline on the fire. It was a matter of time before we had an online profile and were chatting with potential thirds to our party. With every inch we got closer to finding a real date, our vanilla sex got hotter and hotter. Just the idea made horny.
But as the conversations got closer to an actual outing we had opposite reactions. I enjoyed the dance with the girls but I was itching for us to finally set a date. Unfortunately, I'm the shy one. My husband is the flirt. Yet I felt as though he was stalling. Somehow the thought of us fucking someone else was alluring to him, but maybe the reality was overwhelming. I couldn't wrap my brain around why he wasn't diving in with both feet. He was this stud and I was his quiet librarian giving him the go ahead to fuck someone else.
I could see if we were talking about another guy. He mentioned from the beginning that he couldn't picture being okay with that. Quite frankly, neither could I. But I was quite okay to let him fuck someone else. I'd come to that realization early in our relationship when I was sick and had this perfect guy that waited 6 months to have sex. With me. I never told him but I would have totally let him fuck other people had he asked. As long as he was honest I would have understood. But I never told him because I knew he would say no. We were young and romantic.
Now, though, I was in a different place and wanted to see things move a little faster. "I'll try anything once," is what I told him so he would feel comfortable bringing fresh naughtiness to our love life. He always wants me to take the plunge and ask for something new, but I can't. I never ask for something raunchy because I can't imagine anything feeling better than what we already have. It's too much pressure. I can't. I need him to suggest it and I go along. But once we go there I'm in heaven.
So at the doorstep of fucking another woman together I felt like he was afraid of opening the fucking door. Three times we were ready to seal the deal when he found a reason that it wasn't going to work. Three unicorns and we turned them down. Each rejection was logical but I was getting frustrated. I knew he wanted this, right?
"You want this or not?" I asked him in the shower after reading his third cancellation - a Spanish woman whose accent I could hear through her texts.
"Maybe the fantasy is better than the reality," he offered. This, of course, was total bullshit because we tried everything just for the sake of trying. He didn't want to and I needed to get the truth out of him.
As we talked nose to nose in the hot shower I took his limp dick in my hand and caressed it slowly.
"The thought of us being with another woman is something that turns you on, right?" I bluntly asked as his dick stiffened and his balls tightened. I took a scoop of coconut oil from our shower stash and liberally slathered it on his shaft. This typically meant he was about to get some sort of job, but he owed me information before I'd let him finish.
"I do," he nervously replied. As my hands slid from his tip to his taint I felt him shudder. The hot water warmed my back as he stood in the steaminess of our conversation.
"You know that I'm okay with this, right?" I asked. My well oiled index finger circled his anus while I continued to stroke his hard dick. "You know that I want to do this?" I stared at him waiting for him to make eye contact. My oiled finger slowly finding a resting space.
"I think," he started to talk as I started to push my finger into him, "I don't know if I can put my dick into somebody other than you."
I stroked his dick, massaged his prostate and whispered in his ear my truth - "I really wanted us to fuck that last woman."
By now his hand had found my pussy and was caressing my clit. I usually don't get off from this but the honesty was working both ways at this point. I was still stroking him slowly but I was losing the coordination I was using to control him.
"So maybe you should fuck her," he whispered in my ear. I was confused at this remark because I'd shown no interest in women and he knew this. It didn't excite him to think of me having a lesbian experience so where was this coming from. Naturally, I refocused my probing.
"How am I supposed to fuck her, huh?" I asked as I sense his orgasm getting closer. Unfortunately I could feel the same happening with my pussy.
"We will get you a dick," he whispered. "Your very own dick."
The thought of being harnessed with a strap-on was comical because I'd always coupled it with fucking his ass. This had zero appeal to me. But I'd never considered fucking a woman with one. The thought of fucking someone with my dick brought on a tidal wave of feelings. I lost focus. My hands were no longer caressing him. I found found myself leaning against his arms while he rubbed my clit and whispered in my ear over the pouring water.
"We will get you a nice, black dick so you can pound her pussy," he described as I began to shake. I could imagine our thighs slapping together. The image was startling and eye-opening and magical but it was missing something. I didn't know how I could see this happening until he said, "and I'll be right behind you - fucking you into her pussy."
Fuck!!
I came so hard I nearly collapsed in the shower.
And as usual we left the bathroom and said nothing of our conversation. That's just us.
I spent the next few evenings checking out strap-on porn but couldn't find much on the particular arrangement I was looking for. The thought was getting me wet, but the conversation disappeared.
A month went by and our lives seemed to have moved on from the threesome conversation that had overwhelmed our world. The break from heavy talk was needed.
Then a box arrived.
Like any package with his name on it, I didn't bother to open it. It was usually some overpriced sneakers that he was too embarrassed to open in front me so I just let them be in our closet.
After a month of it collecting dust I asked him to put it away with his other sneakers.
That's when he took me by the hand so we could sit on the couch. He began to speak only through awkward smiles, so I realized that there were no sneakers coming out of that box. After two well placed slices into the edges, the package opened to reveal the most perfect dildo I had ever imagined - I'd never really held one - and the most complicated harness. Nervously he looked to see if I was offput by the present he'd given me.
I suppose the proper reaction would have been to get naked and see how this equipment was going to fit my body. Unfortunately my response was no better than his reaction when the package first arrived - I said something along the lines of "Wow" and "Thanks" before putting them back in the box and saying that it was time for dinner.
Now, it was my turn to be shy.
The opened boxes sat on the shelf for months. Occasionally we'd reference the idea during foreplay but it was never as hot as that shower conversation.
At some point we forgot it was there.
And then we received a text.
The Spanish woman was going to be in town that weekend. Were we interested?
I read the text at my office and wondered how we would respond. For months we had talked dirty to this lady and she was down for anything. We'd also become friends so perhaps we could simply have dinner. I talked myself into answering with a modest invitation to dinner. Perhaps we could just be meet without the pressure of sex.
