"You mean you let your wife fuck other guys?" my friend Jack asked as we sat at the counter of the bar, his face a mask of disbelief.
"I actually encourage it," I said lifting my glass. "It keeps it fresh between us, we have no secrets, and I get to hear all those wonderful stories about her adventures fucking. She has told me about all her former lovers and a few of the current ones."
"Don't you get jealous?" he asked, incredulous that I would do such a thing.
"Not when I have the same liberty," I told him. "She fucks who she wants and I fuck who I want. It is a totally equal deal. I love her, she loves me, and we both love to fuck," I said. "It is as simple as that."
"I could not stand my wife fucking other guys," he said.
"If she described the luscious moments in lusty detail, like hot porn, wouldn't that turn you on?"
"Sure I like porn, but not seeing my wife getting fucked by some handsome stud I couldn't compare to."
"So that's it?" I said. "You're just afraid you won't measure up? Well, you won't, ever. A new cock will always be better than yours, but your cock is the one she has decided to stay with because of other things besides the length and thickness of your member. If she does prefer you, it won't matter about your cock, if she doesn't prefer you, then she will find a new bed to sleep in.  You are short changing yourself and not even knowing it," I said. "Let her fuck who she wants and you'll be better off. I guarantee you she is fantasizing about being fucked by a bigger dick than yours right now next to you at night, maybe fingering her clit while you sleep on the pillow beside her. Your wife is mind fucking two guys a week and you are not reaping the rewards of her sexual fantasies."
He looked at me and shook his head, but he couldn't come up with one cogent argument except, "Oh, yeah."Â And that is not even close to cogent.
When I got home I told Claire that I had told Jack he should let Kathy fuck who she wants, but he said I was nuts. "Well, if he knew what was in her mind each night his head would explode," my wife said. "Most men think their wife only thinks about fucking them, but they're crazy if they believe that shit. Most women would have an affair in an instant if given the chance, faster than a bolt of lightning," she said.
"Did you tell him I fuck a guy a week and prefer it that way?" she asked with a smirk. I told her I did and he thought I was nuts to allow it.  "If he only knew what Kathy has told me," she said with a grin. "That girl would fuck a longshoreman a night if given the chance," she said. "If guys only knew."
The next time I saw Jack he asked me to tell him more about my letting my wife fuck other men. "Been thinking about it, huh?" I said. He gave me a strange look, one that said he was just wondering, but it was clear his curiosity was aroused and he was interested.  He had been thinking about it and his curiosity had been peaked. I could tell he had done a lot fantasizing and reflecting on it.
"You don't think Kathy thinks about fucking other guys, do you?" he asked when I saw him next. Knowing full well what the truth was, I caved.
"I am not saying that," I told him, "but many women do.  It is kind of human nature," I said. "Most people are curious about sex.  Think of yourself," I said. "Don't you think about fucking other women?" He admitted he did, with a lecherous grin even. "She may well be," I said, knowing fully well she did, according to my wife who is her best friend, a person she shares most things with. Probably is as honest with Claire as she is with herself.
I told him it worked for us, but also told him if it wasn't for him he should actually stay far away from it. "It is a personal decision and is not for everyone," I told him.
"If you will get jealous and resentful, then it is not for you," I said. "Sexual freedom is a choice you have to make for yourself. You may want to just try it once, see what you think. You can always stop and go back to what you had. Only problem is there are two of you. If she likes it and you don't, then you have a problem. If you like it and she doesn't," I said, knowing for sure she would most likely be the one to chose it.
"Have you ever been there when Claire was fucking someone?" he asked.  I decided to be honest.
"Sure," I said. "It is part of it. It is the thrill of voyeurism, of exhibitionism. Seeing and showing," I said. "It is sharing our sexuality with each other, totally.  I have watched her and she has watched and participation with me. Why, you considering it?"
"Just curious," he said. "Don't you get jealous seeing some guy making her come, making her cry out with pleasure?"
"No," I said. "If she is having a good time, then so am I. I like seeing her enjoy herself. Like in other things, like having a good time at an activity other than sex. If she is enjoying a good meal, I am thrilled. If she tells me she liked a movie, a play, or a sporting event I am happy she liked it. Same with sex. If she gets off with someone, then I am happy for her. Does that make sense? Can you understand that?"
He said he could, but I could tell he was not completely getting it, but if he was thinking of it then he was not sure. He would be mulling over that idea. It had to excite him on some level.
When he asked me about it again the next week, I knew Jack was turned on by the idea.  If that was the case, he would be fantasizing about it, probably masturbating to thoughts of it regularly. If that was true, I expected him to suggest the possibility to Kathy.  If he did, I was not sure she would trust him enough to go ahead with it. I knew she had thoughts about other men, but I wasn't sure she would allow him into that part of her life. Jack was pretty typical and I wasn't sure he was secure enough to allow her the freedom it would take, the unconditional love it required.
"Tell me," he said, "would you be interested in my wife?" I knew where that question was going, and I didn't know if I wanted that. I actually thought not.