This fantasy of mine has been rolling around in my head for quite a while now. I'm not totally sure why, since being with 2 men at the same time is not a big perk for me. I much prefer being with my husband and a WOMAN. In fact, we have never been with a single guy, and I don't think that we ever will. But all well, sometimes fantasies happen when we least expect it.
My husband has a friend, Neil, who comes over to hang out with us often. He usually brings along a little pot and if the kids are away at grandma's, we will go outside and smoke a bit with each other, come inside and watch stand-up comedy or movies that we love to quote. We banter with each other, joke around, and just generally have a good time.
Neil is a fairly shy guy. Kind of short with dark hair, hopelessly single, decent looking, and very sweet. He is just too shy to approach people.
He makes subtle comments that he thinks I am pretty when he is high, but that is all. Little things, like I am hot in stockings, joking around calling me "sexy wife", or telling me I sell myself short and I'm in great shape. He would never make a pass at me, and I would never make a pass at him, but there is a little sexual tension around just the same.
My husband and I have noticed something recently that we are not totally sure what to do with. Anytime my husband drinks or smokes, he gets really horny and doesn't want to keep his hands off me. Likewise, when I drink or smoke, I tend to forget to keep quiet during sex. This generally results in us telling Neil goodnight, to stay here until he sobers up or to crash on the couch, and hubby and I heading upstairs for a nice romp in the sack.
Hubby was the first to notice, that on these occasions, Neil tends to come upstairs to use the bathroom. The bathroom is right next to our bedroom, so we hear the door shut. However, we do not hear it OPEN again until well after we are done having sex.
This turned into a fun game for hubs and I. He knows that I have a major tendency toward exhibitionism and voyeurism. He also knows that I am very aroused by masturbation. So during these times he has taken it upon himself to growl in my ear during sex about how Neil must be in there masturbating to the sound of me moaning and the bed squeaking. How hot he thinks I am and he is so worked up he can't help but go in there and relieve himself. What a dirty girl I am enjoying the idea of it when he can't have me.
Okay, I will admit it. It REALLY turns me on. Yes, it's mean of me to have that turn me on, but it does! The idea of a guy sitting on the other side of the wall, stroking himself to the thought of ME while I moan? Ummmm. Yes, please! Call it vanity if you will, but as a mom, I don't have too many moments when I feel that sexy, so I will take what I can get!
I often imagine that one night Neil comes over and we do our usual. We are laughing and having fun, but I have noticed that Neil is sneaking little glances at my low cut shirt and legs in my shorts. Maybe he always sneaks the glances and I am too high to notice, but this time I did, and now my brain is very busy indeed!
"I'm headed out for another smoke. Who's coming with me?" I ask.
"I'm good." Hubs replies back, still watching TV.
"I'll have some more." Neil says.
Together we head downstairs and outside. The night is warm and humid. We sit on the patio furniture and begin to pass back and forth, laughing and joking. A breeze springs up, giving me goose-bumps and hardening my nipples. My tank top has a shelf bra built in, so I am not wearing another one, and my nipples are evident.
I move to pass back to Neil and see him glancing at my chest shyly. I never thought I would have the nerve to say anything, blame it on the weed, but I am saying something now.
"ok, I've got a question for you." I ask.
"Sure." He replies back, blowing smoke up into the air.
"And before you get defensive about it, just know that it really turns me on and I'm not mad."
He looks at me and raises an eyebrow, clearly confused now.
"I know that lots of times when hubby and I head upstairs at night and you are still here that we can be kinda noisy when we have sex. Do you ever hear us?"
He laughs to himself a little, avoiding eye contact and says,
"Well, no offense, but it's a little hard NOT to. Don't worry. It's not a big deal. I don't care."
"Okay. Fair enough. Second question for you."
Again, he looks at me and raises an eyebrow.
"Okay." He says, a little more cautiously this time.
"We have also noticed that while we are having sex sometimes that you go into the bathroom. We can hear the door shut, but we don't hear it open again for a while? Are you masturbating listening to us? Like I said, I'm not mad. The idea actually turns me on. I'm probably only asking because I'm high and likely won't remember it later."
He stares at me blankly after what seemed to be a giant monologue, but really took less than a minute to say. We look at each other with a thick silence between us. He finally looks away, takes a deep drag, blows it out and softly says.
"Yeah. Sometimes."
I can tell that he is clearly embarrassed. He passes back to me and I take my own deep drag, holding my breath, letting it out and watching the smoke dissipate before saying,
"Honestly, I actually like it. I know that you and hubs are too good of friends for you to ever make a pass at me, but I am really flattered that you are aroused by me. I don't feel that sexy often."
"There you go, selling yourself short again, sexy wife." He says joking around.
Our eyes meet for a second and I can tell that he is still clearly embarrassed, but is trying his best to joke his way out of an awkward situation.
Suddenly the patio door opens and Neil nearly leaps out of his chair as my husband says,
"I guess I will have a bit more after all."
"Okay, me too then." I agree.
"I'm good for now. I'm going to go up and get a beer." Neil replies back, trying to be casual.
Neil walks inside and my husband takes the spot he was sitting in. We start passing back and forth and he asks,
"What were you all talking about? Neil was acting kinda funny."
I take a drag of my own and say bluntly,
"I asked him about the bathroom thing when we are having sex when he is here."
My husband looks at me with his jaw dropped.
"What! Why would you do that?"
I just laugh at him. I can tell he is pretty mad, but also as curious about it as I was.
"I don't know why really. It just kinda popped into my head, so I asked. He admitted he is though."
My husband turns and looks toward the door, thinking about his friend who has been in our house hundreds of times and potentially beating off to his wife a good chunk of those times.
