Best Laid plans
A husband's plan for his loving wife goes awry.
Hi. This is a tale from the UK from a time before COVID-19. I would be interested to know whether readers think it is fact or fantasy.
My name is Steve and I am now in my late 50's. My wife, Chris, is a few years younger than me, having only recently entered the same decade. This is the second marriage for both of us.
Chris was in her early forties when I met her and our love affair began. I was exiting my marriage and Chris had divorced a few years earlier.
Since the time that she had separated from her husband Chris had enjoyed a mid-life wild time. She had enjoyed a succession of partners and even the odd one-night stand. Our sex life was exciting and adventurous on an infatuated loving couple basis. She was frank about her sexual escapades made no bones about the fact that her some of her lovers had been less than ideal life partners but to use her own words "the sex was really good". We shared fantasies and played games such as pretending we would go to bed with the next guy or girl who came through the pub door and laughing about what the roll of the dice brought. We are both straight. Her favourite fantasy was to be seduced by three Italian or Spanish looking guys and making love to them together. Mine was to for her to seduce a stranger and invite him back to our place. In the car they would kiss and grope each other on the back seat whilst I glimpsed events through the rear-view mirror. Once home we would make love as a threesome.
On more than one occasion during our love making she would say, "Let's go and find that stranger to join us now." This would always push me over the edge and once I was spent the moment had passed and we took the fantasy no further.
I vividly recall one session on the rug in front of the fire when she stopped mid blow job and said, "When we find our stranger. This is how I want it. Me on all fours sucking you and him sliding into me from behind."
As time passed our love making became less frequent. We married and other events began to take centre stage as they do in life.
We still had the occasional wild sessions in the living room but most of our sex took place in bed.
On occasion during our wilder sessions, I would allude to my fantasy. Once Chris told me a story about her being a naughty girl and meeting a stranger after work and letting him enjoy her. It was however just a romanced fiction. Another time she said to me out of the blue, "You'd like to see me make love to Andy." He was a single neighbour with whom we occasionally socialized. "You'd like to watch him fuck me now on this sofa, wouldn't you?" At the time I was dropped on and gave a vague denial. The moment passed. Afterwards and in retrospect I wondered where this had come from and whether, had I been quick to say yes rather than a cowardly no, she would have gone ahead.
Gradually as time moved on Chris became increasingly prudish. She no longer shared her fantasies and increasingly blew cold on mine.
Having enjoyed her earlier wilder self I became increasingly frustrated with this situation.
I enrolled us as a couple on a popular swinger website with the hope that I could identify a possible candidate stranger and relight our dimming fire.
I posted risqué but not overtly sexual photographs of us and wrote a brief to the effect that we were novices seeking mature discrete males or couples. I was of course inundated with messages from weird single and probably married males.
Most of these I discarded within seconds. After some weeks I received a message that stood out. The sender, a guy using the name Craig wrote politely and was complimentary without being crude. He left an invitation open to discuss anything with him whilst being open to meet, entertain socially or in any way we wished with no sexual strings attached. He claimed to be a forty-year-old professional type, who used to play rugby and continued to keep himself in good condition. Moreover he claimed to have a charming way with the ladies. He lived near Bath just over an hour from us.
An idea formed in my brain and the more I slept on it the more I became convinced it was worth a go.
I emailed and asked whether he was open to meeting with me to discuss a scenario I had in mind which may prove to be of interest to him.
He agreed and we met at a pub on the outskirts of the city.
He was exactly as he represented himself on his website profile. Smartly dressed, very professional bearing, 6 foot tall with a fit frame and certainly I could imagine him being attractive to women. He was good company with a charming manner and pleasant sense of humour.
"Well Steve," he said after we had enjoyed about 20 minutes of introductory conversation, "What's this scenario you think I might find interesting?"
"OK I'll explain it you now. Hear me out in full. If you don't wish to be involved please say so and that'll be the end of it. If you think I am weird or barmy I will understand but I would rather you kept this between us. Is that OK?"
"That rather depends upon what you are proposing. If it's illegal then count me out now."
"Sorry Craig, It's not like that at all. Let me explain. Chris and I have been married for a couple of years now. When we first went out together, she was great fun sexually and open to my fantasy of MFM though we never achieved it. Despite what it says on our web profile Chris now blows a bit cool on the prospect. I believe however that this is due to our sex life taking a bit of a downer coupled with her thinking she is no longer attractive to men in the way she was a few years back."
"Well, the latter is definitely not true, if those photos you posted are Accurate Steve. She's a cracker if you don't mind me saying."
"They are accurate, I can assure you Craig. Any way as I was saying I believe if she was convinced that she is still attractive by a handsome charmer and he was to take her out for an evening of fun on the town, so as to speak she would recover her old self to both your and my advantage. Are you with me?"
"So far so Good Steve. How do you propose to go about it?"
"I will book a hotel for a weekend in Bristol and tell Chris that we are having a well-earned break. I will tell her that I have booked a restaurant for the Friday night and propose we go for a drink first. We will go to a pub, please suggest a suitable venue Craig, and when we get there who shall we meet, by pure chance, but an old work colleague who I haven't seen for years. Namely you. You will of course join us for drinks and turn your charm on. If this is going well and you are happy to proceed, I will distract Chris and pass you an envelope. Shortly after I will excuse myself to go the toilet leaving you two together. Only I will not go the Toilets but will exit the pub, When Chris becomes aware of my non-return you will pass her the envelope and say Steve asked me to give you this. The envelope will contain a note to the effect that I believe she is in need of a fun evening with different conversation and that you, Craig, are her guide to Bristol. You are a gentleman and can be trusted. You will take her for a meal or wherever she wishes to go and you will return her to me at the Hotel later. Enjoy!"
