Sex Show Queen
It may have been the most exciting thing I have ever seen.  Certainly, it was the best sex I ever watched. Surely the best sex I never had. I am sure I was as excited as I had ever been. It was in our room, and it was Claire's idea, but I had agreed rather quickly. He was bigger than me, taller, broader, but most importantly, longer. She liked them long. Said it filled her. She was unbelievably honest about what she liked and what she would agree to do sexually.
She said sex wasn't love, that it could be just recreation. I wasn't sure, but I was willing to see. She brought him to the house, let me watch. I loved it. He was a stranger to me, she said he lived down the street. She admitted to fantasizing about other men, masturbating to their image. That excited me. Not sure why. It just did.
She convinced me she could fuck other men and love me. Said there was no reason to be jealous, and I guess I believed her. I am also not sure why I am not jealous, but she said not to be, talked about it openly, and that helped. It was like a hobby of hers, a sports team she liked. She didn't hide anything about sex. She always said what she liked, who she'd like it with, and how much she liked it. It was just a fact of life. She liked fucking men and was willing to let me watch, and that was part of the thrill for her and for me.
She said marriage was about unconditional love, and that meant not putting restrictions on one another. She said two people could like different foods, different sports teams, even different people, without giving up themselves. She argued monogamy was a myth, that animals that were thought to mate for life, in fact, didn't. That mating for life was a totally human undertaking, and only worked if the individuals involved wanted it that way. She maintained that it was fine for those who wanted it, but as a fixed rule it was a fallacy.
She said people needed space, some freedoms, and the chance to be who they were as individuals. She said different people needed different things, that the problem was when you tried to fit everyone into the same mold.
I didn't have any arguments in either direction, so mostly I just listened and did what she wanted, or at least what she recommended. It wasn't that I didn't have an opinion on things, but she had an opinion on everything and she was absolutely sure she was right. I never even thought I was right some of the time. Life had proven to me how little I knew about "stuff", and I was willing to let others help guide me through life.
When she brought Jake to the house, she told me they would be having sex, that I could watch if I liked, but to not get in the way or expect her to fix dinner. I ordered a pizza and stayed back in the shadows. As I said, however, watching her with him may have been the sexiest thing I ever saw when I wasn't holding a magazine or sitting in a porn theater with popcorn and my dick in my hand. They went to the bedroom and like a puppy dog in heat I followed along.  I did stay out of the way, but they ignored me like a younger brother at the movies.  They didn't even seen to know I was in the same room, since I guess they had each other on their minds.
When they started removing one another's clothes, my interest picked up and my heart beat began to rise like the red on a thermometer on a August day in the Big Apple. When he started kissing every part of her more than my heartbeat began to rise.  It got to its grandest proportions about the same time his did.
It was amazing how much of a turn on it was just watching them. If I enjoyed porn, why not watching my wife get boned in our bed? She had guaranteed me I would like it, and she surely was right.  It was way hotter than I expected it to be, even with the interest in porn.
When I met her she was working in a bar and always had a lot more money than she should have from just tips and ten dollars an hour at the bar. She had done some stripping, she'd told me that, but that couldn't have been the source of the amount of income she obviously had. We'd go out to dinner and she'd always add to the tip, as if she shared some affinity with the wait staff.
She liked really good food, as if she knew fine dining as part of her up bringing, but I have never known much about her background or family. She said she was from somewhere in the Midwest, but never was specific. I tried to find out, but she'd always changed the subject.
When we got married she let me know she was available if I wanted her. That is how she put it: if you want, we can get married, like she had some time and if I wanted to marry her it was okay. I hadn't asked her, but after she made her announcement we just started planning it. It was never like she loved me more than anyone, it was more like 'we can get married if you want.'
When she first brought up me watching her get fucked I thought she was kidding. When she talked about how much she thought I'd like it, I realized she wasn't fooling around.  What I also didn't know was whether Jake had been enticed or he'd paid to be here. He did not look like a bar pick up. He looked more like a man who had more money than he had a place to spend it. He was clearly an educated person, and he had an element of refinement that didn't fit what I had heard about him.
When we were married, she told me all about her stripping history, about doing private parties and hinted at doing whatever was asked of her. It sounded like that could be the source of her extraordinary income. When I asked what she did above and beyond the assignment she just laughed. How could she be so honest about what she liked, what she did sexually, and yet so evasive about how she got so much money for doing what other people did for less?
