This is a story about a fantasy a married man has about his wife.
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My wife Christy and I have been together for several years and are very much in love. My wife is about 5'7", blond, and has an absolutely sexy curvy body. Before we got married we dated seriously for over a year. While we were dating we had a very active social life, going out to bars on the weekends, hosting parties, and spending time with several friends on a regular basis. I had just graduated with my graduate degree and Christy had just received her undergraduate. There were a lot of fun times.
Since we have been married, life has become less exciting. Although we have always had a healthy sex life, we have both admitted that we sometimes have to turn to fantasies to get ourselves in the mood. We have never actually shared any of those private fantasies with each other though. One of my favorite fantasies started because of something that happened at a bar several years ago while we were dating.
It was a year before we got married and we were both in our mid-20s. We had a large group of friends and were very active in spending time with all of our friends several days a week. One of my closest friends, Bobby, and I met in college. Bobby was a tall Hispanic guy about the same age. He and I had several classes together and became close friends. One day while I was at work Bobby called me to tell me he had won a happy hour at a local bar through a radio contest. He said it was going to be Friday night and it would be free drinks for 15 people. It was just what Christy and I needed after a long week so I told him we would be there.
Friday afternoon I picked Christy up from her house after work. She was excited to have a night of drinks, laughs, and fun to unwind from the week. Several of our mutual friends would be there and it was the perfect start to our weekend. When we arrived Bobby and a few of our friends were already there. We placed our drink orders and joined the party that had already started.
After our first round I had started to make my way to the other end of the room catching up with friends while Christy had stayed talking to Bobby. I looked back at my girlfriend and I saw Bobby leaning down whispering something in her ear. Christy suddenly got this very irritated and angry look on her face. She put her drink down and stormed over my way. Before I could even ask what was wrong, she grabbed my arm and said, "Let's go, we're leaving!" I followed her out and after we got in the car I asked her what was wrong. "Nothing, let's just go back to your place", she replied.
As we drove back to my house she looked at me and said, "Do you know what Bobby said to me at the bar? He told me that if I was ever unsatisfied with you in bed to give him a call and he'd come satisfy me himself!" I chuckled a little bit and told her he was probably kidding. I reminded her that the majority of our friends had a very perverted sense of humor. "I don't care", she said, "It was not appropriate and it was really messed up!" We drove the rest of the way in silence. When we got home I fixed us drinks and started tell her jokes to take her mind off of what Bobby had told her. After a couple of hours we had both completely forgotten the incident earlier that night, or so I thought.
Fast forward about a year and a half.
Christy and I had been married for about 3 months. The wedding had gone of smoothly, we had an amazing honeymoon, and the first three months of marriage was an amazing time. We were driving home from visiting with family when my wife and I got into a heated discussion about one of her friends that I didn't think was a good person because of things she had said about Christy. Out of the blue my wife brought up that incident from over a year ago that involved my friend Bobby. I didn't think she remembered it, and I told her that I had no recollection of it. In actuality, I remembered the incident, but hadn't thought about it since that night. I thought it was odd that she would bring it up, especially after such a long period of time had passed. Bobby had even been a groomsman in our wedding, and Christy never said anything about it.
Christy was still disgusted by what he had said, and I told her I was too. And I was, for the most part, upset with what he said. At the same time, there was this small voice in the back of my head that actually got me excited. This voice painted a picture, one that became one of the hottest fantasies I had ever had.
My wife and I invited Bobby over for dinner and drinks. It's not unusual to have a dinner party, even with just one of our friends. After dinner we sit around the fireplace and television and enjoy each other's company, talk, and joke around. It is already very late, but the part feels like it just getting started. My wife and Bobby are getting pretty wasted, and I'm starting to feel quite intoxicated myself. I offer to refresh everyone's drinks and head to the kitchen.
While I am in the kitchen I glance up at a mirror that gives me a view of the living room. I see my wife lean over and whisper something to Bobby. I can't hear them from the kitchen, but she doesn't know I can see her place her hand on Bobby's leg, very close to his groin. I feel a little sting of jealousy, I'm not sure I like what I am seeing, but I don't move. I continue to watch the mirror to see what happens.
