I am the first man she was ever with, at least that is what I believe, and I know for sure she has never been out of the county. She is, however, eager to learn, to travel, and to try new things. She was thrilled when I took her to Paris, ecstatic when I took her to a high-priced and fancy restaurant, and she was beside herself when I showed her the houses of prostitution in Denmark. "They get money for sex?"
"Yes, they are prostitutes," I said. "That is how they make their living."
"That is legal?" she asked. I said it was here. "That's good," she said enthusiastically. "You have sex with them?" she asked me.
"No. I am married." She asked if married men could not go to a prostitute. "Of course, they could if they wanted to, if their wives didn't mind."
"Why would their wives mind?" she asked. I said it was a good question. Then I asked her if she would mind. "You would come home to me, right? Why would I mind? It would just be for sex, no?" I said that it would, yes, just be for sex. "Then I would not mind," she said.
"Would you want the same option?" I asked. She looked at me and turned her head in confusion. "Would you want to be able to have sex too, with other men?"
"Well, yes," she said. "Of course." I said she could if she wanted, that if she didn't mind I didn't mind. "Well, good, because I do. I want to try everything and everybody. I would like to have sex with many men. How would I know you are the best if I did not try others?"
I said that was good reasoning and she nodded, agreeing with me that she should try a lot of men. "Well, when do you want to start?" I asked.
"Now," she said. "Tonight? Here in Denmark it is not illegal, right?" I said it wasn't illegal back home. That a man or a woman who are married could have sex with other people if they wanted. "Good," she said, "because I want to. That is okay, right?" I told her it was okay with me if she wanted to have sex with other men.
"That is good," she said, "because I do. We have never talked about it, but I want to do everything, like you said before we were married."
We had only been married two weeks when we were in Denmark, and I had told her I wanted her to experience everything. What I did not know was that when I said everything she also thought I meant everybody. I kissed her and brought her to me. "You really do want sex with other men?"
"But of course," she said, mimicking one of my favorite lines, 'but of course.' I kissed her. "You would not mind my fucking other men, right?" I shook my head. "If you came home to me, and it was just sex, then why would I mind?" I said, mimicking one of her favorite lines.
Later we were at a restaurant and she pointed to a man at the far end of the bar. "See that man there?" she said, motioning with her head to avoid pointing. "Him I would like to fuck." I looked him over and smiled at her.
"I will call him over," I said. "You can meet him." She smiled and nodded.
"I would like that," she said with a smile. "I would like that very much." Claire was so honest, so direct, it was hard not to accommodate her, not to try and give her everything she wanted, even if it was a tall, handsome man in Denmark she set her sights on. I made up my mind that if it could be arranged, if he was interested in fucking my wife that I would do everything in my power to make it happen.
His name was Hagan and he was indeed from Denmark, and he was indeed interested in Claire, that was obvious as soon as he laid eyes on her. His smile was so wide you could see all of his pearly white teeth. I told him my wife was interested in meeting him and you would have thought he just won the lottery, which I guess he actually had. Claire was certainly a first prize, and he surely was going to cash it in if he could, and I was sure he could.