This can be read as a stand-alone story about Katie and Dave but it is also a follow on to the two previous stories of their adventures; A taste of Turkish delight and What happens on holiday comes home.
If wife sharing stories aren't your thing, then I politely suggest you move on and read something more to your liking.
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We were both completely exhausted and slept in late on the Saturday morning, although Dave was up before me as I didn't get out of bed until it was way past 10 o'clock.
"Finally, she gets up." My husband grinned as I came into our kitchen holding my hand out to take the steaming mug of coffee that he offered to me.
"Thanks." I stifled a yawn and dropped, heavily, into a chair.
"How do you feel this morning?" Dave slid into the seat opposite me.
"Um... tired but ok. You?" I replied, running my fingers through the tangled mess of my hair, unsure exactly what feelings he might be referring to.
"I mean about last night and what happened." He clarified his question without me needing to ask.
"Oh, you mean... with Jared?"
He nodded, looking at me questioningly, "Yeah, I mean Jared."
I paused, taking a sip of my coffee as I considered exactly what I was going to say.
"Be honest." Dave continued as he waited for my answer.
"OK well, the sex was absolutely amazing. Sorry but it was." I told him anxious about hurting his feelings, "And the whole getting picked up at the bar thing was incredibly exciting as well."
"But? I sense there's a but coming here."
"But I think the Jared thing should stop there." I stated frankly, "I know we talked about me meeting him again and possibly even spending the night with him but you're my husband and I love you, not him."
Dave smiled and leant across the table to kiss me lightly on my lips.
"That's exactly how I'm feeling. I think that maybe we got a bit carried away with the situation last night." The relief was evident in his voice as he spoke.
Reassured I continued to express my thoughts, "I'm happy to do it again if you want me to but the situation, and the person, needs to be right for both of us."
"I agree." My husband replied with a sheepish grin, "I'd love to watch you again but as you say, it has to be right."
For the moment that ended the discussion. It left us both with a lot to think about but I think we realised we had to get on with our normal lives and keep everything in perspective, ensuring that our erotic little game didn't take over our marriage.
Over the next few weeks, I continued to reflect on my two extra marital experiences that we had both enjoyed, although for very differing reasons. The idea of doing it again was an exciting possibility but finding the right set of circumstances, and just as importantly the right person, was definitely going to be a problem.
I was also worried about what my husband was actually thinking. Did he really want me to do it again or was he just saying it because he thought it was what he thought I wanted to hear? What if he had really hated it, and ended up hating me. We hadn't spoken very much about what I'd done since that Saturday morning, both of us keeping our innermost thoughts to ourselves.
Finally, after brooding over the subject for a couple of weeks, I'd had enough of tiptoeing around the matter and decided that we needed to talk properly and get our feelings out in the open. Recently we had almost stopped discussing anything but the most mundane of topics and I knew we had to confront the issue before it became any more of a problem between us.
It was a Saturday evening and we had gone out to one of our favourite restaurants for a meal, so we were both quite relaxed, when I raised the question.
"I think we need to talk Dave."
"This doesn't sound good." he seemed more than a little worried by my opening comment.
"About the whole Jared thing silly." I said reassuringly.
"Oh that." He frowned and looked into his wine glass, "What did you want to talk about?"
His response made me raise an eyebrow questioningly, "Well for one thing we haven't spoken any more about it in ages. I want to know how you really feel about what happened."
"Err... well I... umm... I..." Dave stammered obviously unsure what to say to me.
"Please honey, be honest about it. If you hate me for what I did then tell me so I can try to make it better." I started to panic, suddenly I was terrified that my husband was about to leave me, and reached across the table to take his hand.
He looked at me in surprise, "Hate you! Why would you think I would hate you?"
I shook my head somewhat confused, "Umm.... maybe because I let two other men fuck me."
"Yes, you did, and I wanted you to do it. Remember?" my husband reminded me, "I thought that perhaps you had gone off me and maybe wanted someone else like Jared maybe."
"Why would I want him? You're my husband."
With that we both looked at each other for a moment then burst out laughing at the realisation that we had both been assuming the worst of each other.
"So, you do want me to do it again?" I eventually managed to ask him as I stopped giggling.
My husband took my hand, "Yes, but only if you want to."
Squeezing his fingers, I thought about my answer, "I do but it needs to be the right situation for us."
"Agreed."
"Maybe we need some guidelines or something?" I suggested, "Just so we know what we are looking for."
My husband paused for a few moments as he considered my idea for having some sort of principles in place.
"Yeah, we need to agree on a few things now rather than later when it happens and it's a problem." He said finally.
We both sat silently for a minute, obviously contemplating what we were actually agreeing to.
"Honesty." I gave him my first thought on our proposed set of rules, "We have to agree to always be honest with each other no matter what and if one of us says no then it's no."
"That makes a lot of sense." He agreed with me.
I added a second suggestion quickly, "And no one we know or are likely to see again."
Dave nodded, "Yeah I think I can agree with that one."
"You're not certain about that?" I queried.
He frowned, "Basically I agree but I don't think it should be a hard and fast rule. There might be a situation..."
He left the sentence unfinished leaving me to make my own conclusions about what we might consider acceptable.
I nodded, concentrating and nibbling my lower lip trying to think of any other conditions I wanted to include.
"Anything more?" he asked, interrupting my thoughts.
"Just that I want you to be involved in everything. This is something we do together."
He shrugged, "What can I say I'm a voyeur, I want to watch my wife enjoying herself."
"You're just a kinky bugger you mean," I grinned, "but I don't mind."
He smiled.
"But I'm serious about this one. It's important to me. I don't want to be doing anything by myself with you waiting at home or something. That's a recipe for disaster." I stated firmly.
"OK. That's a fair point."
We finished our dinner without reaching any sort of conclusion about when or who or where. It was something that we both hoped would just happen when the right person and circumstances occurred.
However, I knew it would be down to me to initiate anything. I would have to find any potential partner sexy enough to want to take things further before even considering applying any of the rules we had just agreed.
Of course, there was always the option to go back to The Lounge but neither of us thought that was a good idea. Apart from the chance of meeting Jared again I didn't want to focus on just the one place for a chance meeting.
For the next couple of weeks, we discussed a variety of possible alternatives for meeting someone but it seemed the only feasible possibility was to advertise online. Something neither of us really wanted to do.
Getting on with our regular everyday lives we tried to put it out of our thoughts but we were both becoming a little dispirited that something would never happen and that we would, eventually, have to go back to the bar. That's when I received a surprise invitation to an old friend's wedding.
"Oh my, we've been invited to Fiona's wedding." I announced to Dave when I opened the letter.
"Who's Fiona when she's at home?" he looked up at me from the armchair he was sitting in.
"An old school friend. I haven't seen her since... well since before we met. As I recall I was going out with Ryan then and she was with.... I forget his name." I informed him unnecessarily.
"Ryan? The arsehole who kept stringing you along and cheated on you?" my husband's disparaging comment reflecting my own thoughts about my ex.
"Yes, that's the one."
"When is it and where?" he enquired.
I read through the invite and found her nuptials were being held a couple of hours journey away from our home in just under three weeks. If we went it would require us to stay over for at least a night.
"Can we go? I'd really like to." I plonked myself on Dave's lap and wrapped my arms about his neck, "I haven't seen her in so long and it would be nice to do something different.".
