Michael loved his wife dearly but knew he had married beyond him. He had been young and naive and was blinded by love for Diane.
Diane was better educated than he was and she had a better job than he did. She was attractive and sexy and alluring and she knew it.
Michael doted on her.
Delving into Michael's psyche a little - he was a good man at heart. He wasn't violent or angry or misunderstood. He was average at most things, quite clever and clued up on the world.
In terms of sex and the male-female thing, he enjoyed sex with his wife. He enjoyed pleasing her sexually. He enjoyed being the man with her but at the back of his mind was the nagging feeling that Diane needed more from him and he wasn't sure what that was.
As Michael got older, so his libido was dropping - he used to masturbate every day and have lurid daydreams that make him cum but lately he was quite happy to go a week without playing and them cuming that once... he liked the tension that created. He assumed it was a natural part of aging.
He began to think about other men pleasing Diane in his wanking sessions. He never wanted that to happen for real but it was a turn on to him. He didn't really understand why but he liked the thought of his wife getting fucked by another man or at least sucking him. Michael felt in control of the situation in his daydream.
Michael began to whisper in Diane's ear during sex, as he was fucking her things like "I bet you would like a larger cock" or "you could be sucking another cock at the same time"... all to tease Diane. She seemed to respond to the words because she came quicker and Michael enjoyed that power of her.
Things stayed there for a few years... the sex was dwindling and Michael was thinking more and more about watching his wife with someone else. That was becoming his fetish but only in his head, in his dreams. He didn't really want to share his wife with anyone... they were married etc.
One day, out of the blue, Diane looked at Michael and just blurted out "why do you talk about other men during sex? What is it?"
Michael stared at her, in shock, at the direct question. "I don't know. I guess, it is just words. I like to tease you and I thought they teased you. You seemed to enjoy the words."
Diane nodded and agreed that the words did turn her on.
Things were left there to continue. Michael wanked rarely but when he did, he thought of other men with his wife and him watching her and him. But that was OK... it was just him having sexy thoughts.
Enter David.
David was the bloke who lived two doors down. He was a little younger than both of Michael and Diane. He was well built and worked out at the gym etc. Michael had no idea what his job was or anything about him to be honest.
One day, Michael was having a clear out of the garden and lifting rubbish into his car. Some of it was heavy and unwieldy and he was struggling. David appeared and offered to help him. Michael thanked him and they did the moving together. Diane was moving around the house, passing the window, doing her thing. David noticed her and Michael noticed David noticing her.
Diane at one point came out to say she was going shopping and said her good-byes to Michael and nodded and smiled to David. Michael said good bye in return and David smiled at her but she was already passed him, heading to her car.
After a few moments, David nonchalantly said "Your wife is very elegant." Michael looked at him and replied "Yes, she is. She likes elegance."
That night, Michael had to wank and think about David with his wife. He didn't particularly want to think of them together but it felt natural. Michael now had a face to put on the mystery man in his fantasies... the face of David.
During subsequent sex sessions, Michael thought about introducing the name of David but thought better of it... it would be tempting fate, he thought.
However, the fantasies were building up inside him... the two of them both having their way with Diane. Michael watching Diane suck David. Michael watching David fuck his wife. His wife enjoying it immensely. His wife looking at him as he watched them both, together.
Who actually made the first move? Did David chat with Diane at some point? Did Diane approach David somehow? Did Michael push his wife in that direction? Michael was never quite sure how it happened behind the scene but the first he knew was his wife changed her behaviour subtly. She was dressing slightly more sexily... still elegant but more. Michael saw them chatting in the street when they happened to be there at the same time. Diane said that David worked in computing and her laptop was playing up so David had offered to look at it. They had exchanged mobile numbers. Things were progressing and gathering a certain inertia in a direction that Michael felt and was quite uneasy about.
Fantasy was one thing. Cold reality was another especially when it lived two doors away.
Michael had stopped name-dropping David into their sex time. Admittedly, their sex time was almost never now but still, Michael was not going to push things.
Diane eventually mentioned it to him, one day... "Is everything OK, Mike? With us, I mean. You seem to be a little different during sex" she had asked him.
Michael did not know what he wanted to say so he had shrugged and beat the question away with "Yeah, I am fine". The trouble was, Michael was a torn man: his fantasies were dominated by David and Diane and yet reality needed him well away from her. Michael knew he was to blame for this tension.
The next sex session with his wife, Michael was fucking Diane hard, pinning her down when she whispered to him "make me suck another cock". This was so out of the blue that Michael stopped and pulled out and demanded "What?"
Diane looked at him sheepishly. "Sorry babe, I was just trying to play your game with you. Did I do something wrong?"
Michael thought about it and couldn't really offer a sensible reply so again just shrugged it off.
