Her Struggles With Monogamy

I knew she liked Sees Chocolates, country and western music, and cowgirl, probably in equal parts. I understood she'd been sexually active before me, loved getting and giving oral sex, and struggled with monogamy our whole time together. I also knew she loved me, would never sneak around, and was incredibly frustrated sexually. She was pretty honest about masturbating regularly, did not try to hide her attraction to other men, but grappled with staying faithful almost constantly. In other words, she was the perfect wife, with that one small caveat.

More than anything, I wanted to show her how much I loved her, appreciated her efforts with being faithful, and was willing to give up to be my wife. I also wanted her to know what I would give up for her: the dream of being the only man a gorgeous woman wanted. I am a normally insecure American male, with a standard level of possessiveness, but more than anything I want to help make her life better and not have her pining for freer times and more bed mates.

It came down to the question, could I be more open sexually? I struggled as much with that as she did with going from a multiple-partner person to a faithful, single-mate individual almost over night.

I read all I could about open marriage, swinging, polyamorous relationships, and multiple partner marriages. I asked friends if they'd had any experience with it, I even asked my sister what she thought.

"You considering a life as a swinger?" she asked as sisters do, like a teacher asking why your homework is so late and messy. I told her I had just read about it, that I was just curious, but she saw right through that and asked if Claire was having some problem being a faithful wife. She knew her before "us" and was aware of her single lifestyle, that's a polite way of saying she knew she was promiscuous and fucked a large part of the male population.

My sister was not a prude, and had probably tried just about everything. I doubtlessly would be shocked at the things my sister has done. Her husband is a surgeon and most likely has bedded many of his colleagues, a bunch of his friends, and even a patient or two.

"If you do try swinging, be sure both of you is on board," she said, the voice of experience I was sure. Sally seemed to know everything about the lifestyle and Claire's history, so I decided to to come clean.

"You know Claire was pretty active in her previous life, so I have been thinking about suggesting we open things up," I said using terminology I had just learned. She turned to look at me skeptically.

"You? The dictionary definition of a possessive husband. You think you could?" she asked directly, mincing no words. "Could you handle her fucking other dudes as you read a book?"

"If I were fucking other chicks," I said, only believing part of it. My sister and I had always been able to talk about anything. She was the one I went to when I started to masturbate.

"Jacking off?" she had said with a grin. "My little brother beating off under the covers." I wondered how she knew it was under the covers. When I first had sex I went and told her.

"Broke your Cherry, huh? Well, good for you. Now you'll probably be beating off more in the bathroom with the door locked and Playboy laid open on the floor." So, how in the hell did she know about the Playboy on the floor? Good guess, I hoped.

After my first date with Claire I told Sally about going out with her and she asked if I knew much about her. It seems they had known each other back in their wild days, and Sally wanted to tell me without traumatizing me over dating a woman who had been with more men than a army barber.

"She really has a great personality," she said, which was her way of saying 'she is a slut.' When I told her we were getting married, she said, "Oh, really. Well, that's nice."

I guess that's nice was better than her saying, "Holy shit. Do you know what you've done."

Sally has been impressed with Claire's adjustment to having just one husband, and she has told me so. When I asked her about swinging groups, she got a 'well finally' look on her face and then smiled, knowingly.

I had decided to give Claire what she needs, and I had looked up a swinger's group online. They are located in San Fernando Valley, which is a three hour drive from here. I don't want to run into anyone from this area, and I feel pretty safe about that because of the distance. I decided to give Claire a card with the club information, the name of the group, and the location, and a picture of the facilities: a large, beautiful estate in an old fashioned mansion in the Valley with gabled windows and second story balconies.

I printed it out like an invitation, with her name, a formal greeting, and a friendly invitation to visit the estate for "freethinking adults." It begins, "Dear Claire... " I put it in a fancy envelope and planned to give it to her on Valentines Day. Before I did I called them and talked to the director of the estate and explained who I was, what I wanted, and that my wife and I were in a conventional marriage but planned to possibly open up our relationship.

Having heard that story many times, she seemed very kind, and spoke with obvious understanding and told me our first time there could be a discovery visit and participation was not mandatory. "On your second visit you will be expected to participate as a swinging couple," she said. "You both can get to know us on your first time here, or you can begin when you first arrive. It is up to you," she said. "Married couples having sex with other people is our purpose," she said politely. Her name was Ms. Preston and she made me feel comfortable and better about my decision.

In talking to my wife, I worked sexual freedom into the conversation a few times, to test the waters, and Claire sounded open to exploring. I mentioned a couple a few weeks before that we knew who were in a polyamorous relationship and she sounded interested, at least about hearing about the couple.

When I gave her the card I watched her read it. "You have been great at accepting our traditional marriage, but I know your experience before me was more libertine," I said.

"You mean promiscuous," she said with a grin.

"I mean with more sexual variety," I corrected. "It must be pretty dull sleeping with the same uninspiring person night after night," I said. I thought she may say I certainly wasn't uninspiring, but she simply smiled and nodded. She looked down at the card.

"Looks beautiful. Have you ever been there?" she asked. Somewhere in me I guess I fantasized about her saying she was certainly happy with our sex and she didn't need to go there. Rather than that, she smiled and said she would love to 'try it out.' I was both disappointed and relieved. Disappointed that she didn't tell me I was a great lover and all she needed. Relieved that she didn't seem offended and pissed that I would think that of her.

She asked if I was sure that was what I wanted. Even though I wasn't absolutely positive, I nodded and said it was. Sally had said you had to make sure both people were on board, and I sincerely hoped I was. Claire had been very open about telling me about her past, so I knew all the details, even names.

I did not want to be the husband waiting in the library reading Field and Stream while his wife fucked the husbands of the county, so I spent some time preparing myself by reading HotWife stories and wife sharing letters from Penthouse Letters. It indeed did prepare me by getting me so horning I could hardly wait for our first 'visit' to Loving Estate, a most appropriate name.

Before we left Claire gave me a Thank-You Fuck the night before we left. If make-up sex is good, thank-you sexy is at the top of the good sex list. Without a doubt, it was the best we've ever had, at least the one of us with an X and Y chromosome. If getting this kind of fucking is the result of sharing her, I would have done it on my wedding night. If I had known.

On our drive to San Fernando we talked fucking the whole way. She told me again about every fuck she'd ever had, and I listened even though I knew each by heart. It was like the Tell-Me-Again-About-The-Time stories kids ask for while on long trips in the car with their parents.

By the time we got to the Valley, I was so randy that my penis was about to bust out of my dockers. I had already fantasized about every married woman I know, imagining every sexual position I could dream up, even some probably not even listed in the Kama Sutra.

As I pulled into the parking lot of the "estate" I almost had an orgasm from just saying the name of the place. "We probably won't need a warm up visit, do you think?" Claire asked, more of a statement than a question.

We sat through the orientation 'interview' with my wife nervously bouncing one leg in a "how-much-longer gesture that clearly said, "Can we get on with it?" The hostess told us about the No Mercy Fuck rule, the No Means No regulation, and the No Kinky Shit directive. After an incredibly long ten minute interview, we were given a tour of the grounds, shown the "singles room," the "group room," and the "orgy room." It wasn't explained what the difference was between a group and an orgy.

By the time we were finished with the interview and the tour, my wife was ready to fuck the coat rack. We went into the socializing room and chatted with other couples who were as eager as we were to get our conversation over with and get right to the exchanging body fluids part of the weekend. Everyone kept looking over their shoulders to see when the starting gun was ready to fire.

Finally a man and someone else's wife drifted off and a few others followed, then a few at a time took the hint and began 'hooking up' and leaving for the group room, the singles room, or an available sleeping quarters yet unused.

Claire began talking with a lawyer named Julian. I think she was attracted by his name as much as by his measurements. Yes, he was tall, broad shouldered, masculine, and flirtatious, but she has always gotten weak kneed over the name Julian, as if there was some aphrodisiac quality to the given name. It was almost like: Hello, your name is Julian? You want to fuck me?

I was not surprised that she and Julian drifted off to some singles room somewhere, and I was left with Mrs. Julian holding a drink and wondering if the evening was going to end with a book or a bang in somebody else's bed. She said her name was Janet and was married to God's gift to disparate housewives everywhere. I raised my glass and asked her if she wanted to go soak in the hot tub.

She settled on the hot tub and made it plain that our evening did not have to end in a hot tub of bubbling water. We soaked for twenty minutes, then adjourned to their quarters, confident that they wouldn't be needed that night, perhaps for the entire weekend. I was pretty sure Julian would be entertaining my wife for the next twelve to twenty-four hours in a bed far away from his quarters.

Mrs. Julian was fond of cowgirl and mounted me with haste almost before we made it to the bed. We fucked, or more accurately, she fucked me, until I fell asleep and into near exhaustion after over an hour of being ridden like a cow pony on steroids at the sexual rodeo. I woke to the sounds of my own cock being sucked by Mrs. Julian as she tried to deep throat my partially flaccid cock without much success. It was clear, being married to Julian had prepared her for extramarital sex by releasing her for hours, maybe days, while he fucked the female population.

After she finally fell asleep, I wandered out and found my wife dancing nude with two men and a lady. The men were feeling her ass cheeks and the lady was fondling her pussy as they waltzed to no music. My wife was kissing the woman and holding the cock of each man. She was clearly in her element. Her female dance partner had one hand on my wife's pussy and her mouth on my mate's lips.

Joining the swingers group was a good idea, and my wife has been grateful and given me thank-you sex many times since our first visit. We have "visited" now for three years and have hooked up with Mr. and Mrs. Julian many times over that period. Claire seems much happier now as a married woman and thanks me on a regular basis.

My sister Sally says I have learned how to please a woman: give her enough space to fuck as many men as she pleases as many times a month as the price of gas and traffic will allow. It may not be the typical formula for making a happy wife, but it worked really well in my case and who knows, it may just work that well for you.