Really?" Bill, my husband said when I said 'ok' to a question he had asked many times.
"Yes Bill, really," I said probably sounding more confident than I felt.
It was a Sunday afternoon. We were lying on the floor of our lounge. We were both naked as we had just had sex. It had been good, in fact it had been very good; I so love being fucked doggy style with me on all fours and with my lover draped around my body. Bill had, not only lasted well for a man in his early fifties, but he had also supplied me with a wonderful range of foreplay including licking my clit, pussy and anus. I had offered to suck him, but he had become too aroused and had wanted to fuck me as soon as possible.
He had made me cum twice before he exploded inside me and we both collapsed onto the thick pile, beige carpet. We lay there stroking each other and kissing gently. It was then, ten minutes or so after finishing when both of us were just about out of the traumas of our orgasms that he had said.
"I would still love to see you with another woman Dan."
This was a few weeks after Bill had shared me with James, a gorgeous and very rich man he had found from a swingers site on the Internet. That had come about after telling me for the umpteenth time how he would like to see with another woman. I had always completely rejected that idea. We had both shared a rather conservative sex-life with mine being very vanilla. Since the age of nineteen, some twenty-six years ago before I met Bill I had not been with another man. During that time, it had never occurred to me to consider other men as potential lovers. For those twenty-six years, I have been impeccably behaved sexually; I have never had a man touch me or even kiss me other than a peck on the cheek. I have never had any sexual feelings about other women and had always considered myself to be completely straight. As I had said to Bill when he asked me about going with a woman as he watched. 'Women do nothing for me.' He had, half-jokingly I had thought, responded with. 'What about another man then?'
I had taken some persuasion, but in the end agreed. Bill found James on the Internet, we had lunch at a lovely restaurant in Cambridge and then spent the afternoon, evening and night at his lovely converted barn near Magdelene college.
That had changed my outlook on life and my attitude towards sex. I felt as though I had been let free, emboldened and liberated. Deep down I had always been one of those women who felt guilty about enjoying sex. As I had got older that had been less of an issue and the time with James had 'lifted the burden from me.'
So many things had happened in such a short time that my inhibitions had 'flown out the window.' Then and since I felt no guilt about having and giving oral sex to a virtual stranger or having him fuck me three times. Even more amazingly I had been aroused by watching him firstly caress then suck my husband's cock.
Since Cambridge, I had been a different woman. I had become sexually curious and adventurous, at least in theory. I acknowledged that I enjoyed sex and felt no shame or guilt in that. I recognised that sex was like a drug, a sort of buzz. I also now realised that it didn't matter how you got the buzz, it was getting it that was key. That's why I was not fazed by Bill having his cock sucked by James and why I had now changed my mind about another woman.
"I'll get onto it" Bill had said.
"But not some slapper from the Internet" I had replied.
"It was ok with James."
I told Bill that was different and I was not sure I could go with a woman with whom I had no emotional involvement. We talked about it several more times until one evening when he got in from work he said.
"Lyn down the pub," mentioning a girl that sometimes joined a group of us at the local pub we went to most Wednesday evenings. Lyn was an actress who often entertained us with outrageous tales of the goings on behind the scenes and after hours at the theatres and TV studios in which she worked. She had absolutely no inhibitions at all and talked very openly about her sexual exploits giving very strong hints that she might well be bi. "But then no one in the entertainment business knows what the hell they are," she had once to a group of us.
Probably in her mid to late thirties, but almost certainly not the youthful age she claimed, she was single, but had had a host of partners and made claims to having had, 'far more than I can count or would even want to.' Tall, around 5 feet nine, to my five six she had a dancer's figure. It was slim like mine and neither of had much in the breast department. She had very long legs and what looked to be a supple body going on how one Boxing Day she won the limbo contest in the pub by getting under the pole at eighteen inches, and in a skirt. Quite pretty, but certainly no beauty in my eyes she had a rather hard looking face with thin lips and small eyes, I guess we were not unalike in appearance either. Clearly knowing though how to make the best of make-up, her longish blonde hair, that she usually wore down with a slight frizz to the tresses and her lithe long-legged figure, unlike me she always looked dramatically glamorous and, I suppose, fairly available. Despite this, I had never heard any rumours in the village about her going with anyone from nearby but several times she was seen in local restaurants with women who presumably stayed at her flat overnight. Hence there was a fair amount of goodhearted speculation about her sexuality
On balance, I thought that Bill had made a good choice from an availability viewpoint certainly, but the thought of it still did nothing sexually for me and I was really dreading it should it happen.
For most women to 'fancy' another person there generally needs to be more than a physical attraction. Sexually I think that is the defining difference between the genders. Broadly speaking a man will fuck a woman if he finds her attractive. We don't do that either, with male or female partners. Something else is needed. Lyn was certainly attractive and sexy enough for me, but that 'something extra' wasn't there.
"Do you think you could ask her?" he flabbergasted me by asking. That was the limit and we had a blazing row with me telling him that I had changed my mind and that he could "fuck off if he wanted." This went on for a few days during which his manipulation was at its most extreme and effective. Inevitably, I suppose I once more agreed that I would do it but I would not ask her. I thought and rather hoped that would be the end of it.
In his own indomitable way Bill solved the dilemma. She came into the pub a couple of Wednesdays later talking, as usual, about her latest adventures and sexual exploits in the theatre. "Well just the producer and leading man" she replied to someone's query as to whether she had got lucky. "Oh messed around with the leading lady as well of course, got to keep in with the power brokers hasn't a girl?" she beamed at us completely unabashed.
Bill managed to get the three of us alone at one end of the bar and cleverly turned the conversation around to rather saucy matters asking her about her exploits. This went on for a while with Lyn and him becoming ever more open and then, right out of the blue he came out with.
"You know Lyn, I reckon you could help an old married couple rekindle the spark in their marriage couldn't you?"
She made some witty response ending with. "Any couple in mind Bill?"
Laughing he said. "Well I bet you can guess can't you?"
She looked at both of us and went on. "Close to home are they?"
"Yes very," he replied moving if anything closer to her as she said.
"What did you have in mind?"
I could hardly believe what was happening as he went on very boldly with what seemed to be the bombshell.
"I've always wanted to see my wife with another woman?"
There was silence as Lyn's gaze slowly went from Bill to me and back again. It seemed to me as though she was thinking about it and I was rather hoping she would say no and go off in a huff. She took a sip of her drink as she once more looked at me and back to him before saying softly.
"Mmmm might be fun." She looked at me and held my gaze as she said very softly. "What do you think Dani, is it OK with you?"
As they both stared at me I could hardly breathe let alone reply so, like a fool, I just nodded and covered my embarrassment by putting the glass to my lips.
"Why not get another round Bill?" Lyn said.
"Sure, same again?" We both nodded and he went off to the bar.
Lyn moved very close to me and said in a whisper. "Are you comfortable with this Dani?"
That made me feel much better. "Yes Lyn, yes I think I am."
"Presumably it's Bill's idea."
"Yes."
"And have you been with a woman before?"
I shook my head and said ver quietly. "No never."
"Have you wanted to?"
"No."
"So why now and why me?"
"Bill and I are experimenting with different thing. He has been asking me for probably ten years if I would go with a woman."
"And you have said no, so what has made you change your mind?"
I gave her quick synopsis of the episode with James. She said she understood and asked.
"Has that sort of freed you up Dani?"
"Yes, well it seems to have done that, but also it has made me curious about many aspects of sex and has prompted me to want to try more. I have led a very closeted sex-life. Until James I had not been with a man other than Bill since before we were married. Does this all make sense?"