I cannot explain why the idea of sharing my wife turns me on so much. I am not much of a psychologist, but maybe it has to do with self-worth, in the sense that if she is fucked by another man then she is highly desirable; my pleasure comes from the fact that she is mine. All I know is, I desired her the most the night I saw the image of another man's pleasure in her eyes. In return, she was happiest when she saw an image of her new self in my eyes, a sexually charged, totally desirable, and absolutely amazing woman.
Melanie and I had been married for twelve years. Sex between us was average, as is the case with most long-time married couples. Our union started great but over the years had become tinted with boredom and routine. Nevertheless, we loved each other dearly. I had always suspected a sense of low self-esteem, revealing itself in a passive sexual life, was deeply entrenched in her subconscious.
One day we went on Holiday to Cape Town. We booked a two bedroom apartment in Camps bay we planned to share with my best friend Carl and his new girlfriend, but one day before we flew down, they had a major fight and broke the whole thing off. Carl was devastated. He wanted to cancel the trip, but Melanie and I were looking forward to this break. I tried to change his mind but he wouldn't budge. I gathered it would take a lot to persuade him, so I decided to play on his weakness.
"You know Carl, Cape Town is full of stunning girls."
"Yes I know. But I don't want to be a third wheel."
"Nonsense, we are all good friends and I am sure we will have great fun."
"Holiday without a girl would not be fun. I will be too depressed. Besides I cannot go few days without seeing a naked girl!" He chuckled.
I gathered it would be a mission to change his mind, so I raised the stakes.
"If you come with us I promise you we visit Sandy beach." Both Melanie and Carl raised their heads with astonishment.
Sandy beach is a nude beach south of Cape Town, one of few beaches in South Africa where bathing naked is allowed.
Melanie shook her head.
"No way. Don't even dream about it. We are not going there."
I had expected this reaction from Melanie, as she was very conservative, raised in a small town outside of Johannesburg by very old fashioned parents. We met during first year of university when she was 19. We quickly started dating and from then on we went on and off for couple of years until we got married. We had sex only after a year of dating, and apart from making out with couple of ex-boyfriend she'd never been with any man.
"Come one babe it's only a nude beach."
"I will never take off my cloths in public. I would rather die."
"Carl help me out here buddy."
Carl kept quiet. I guess he wanted to see how this would play out. So I told Melanie.
"OK then, don't take off your clothes. But we can still go."
"You mean we don't have to get naked?"
"I mean YOU don't have to get naked." I corrected her and started laughing.
I knew it was unlikely Carl or I would take our clothes off, I only wanted to toy with the idea.
Carl quickly added, "Imagine us walking around on Sandy beach with our tools dangling."
Melanie quickly interrupted. "No way. You guys are not getting naked around me. It's not going to happen."
"OK then, we won't get naked, but we're still going"
Although Carl was my best friend, he was also quite close to Melanie. Our friendship went back many years. He was funny as hell and made Melanie laugh all the time. She was very fond of him but in a platonic way. Nothing had ever happened between them, not even a hint of sexual tension. She was simply not that kind of girl, and Carl was a good friend.
I could understand having Carl around on a nude beach was too embarrassing for Melanie. She was going to object further but realised Sandy beach was only our bait to hook Carl. So she dropped the subject.
And there it was. Carl decided to come along.
As we were preparing for the trip Melanie made it clear to me there will be no funny business between us and Carl. Visiting the nudity beach must not give me any false hope she insisted. You see she knew me too well and the subject of threesome had come up before between us, especially after one day I summoned the courage to tell her about my fantasy. She looked baffled and asked me:
"If you have an opportunity to do a threesome would you go for it?"
Without hesitation I answered, "Yes. Sure I would."
She opened her mouth in disgust, looking very disappointed.
"So you would cheat on me?"
"What do you mean?" I asked her.
"If another Woman agreed to do it with you, you would jump at the opportunity?"
"No. of course Not. I thought you were asking whether I would do it with you."
Her eyes widened. "You would do a threesome with me? You would share me with another guy?"
"Well... Not really... I wouldn't..."I tried to deny, but the expression on my face was a dead giveaway.
"Oh my God you would do it! You would let another guy fuck me!"
I kept quiet. She quickly ended the conversation by saying. "I am so disappointed in you."
I got no action that night! She was upset for few days but soon dismissed the whole thing as pure fantasy. Since then, I have brought up the subject many times, but her answer has always been the same.
I figure a threesome is much more complicated for a woman than for a man, on so many levels; emotionally, physically and even hygienically. Add to that Melanie's insecurities and conservative upbringing and you get an almost impossible prospect or pure fantasy as she put it. Nevertheless, I kept my hopes alive.
We flew down to Cape Town then drove a rental car to Camps Bay. The apartment had two bedrooms and one bath to share. On the first morning Carl and I suggested we go straight to Sandy beach. Melanie sighed.
"You guys are so predictable."
We drove there, parked on the side of the road, and walked down through the narrow path towards the ocean. After few minutes we found ourselves at the beach. The first thing we saw was a naked couple walking about with no worry in the world. We looked around then picked a spot close to the water.
There were few people at first, but as the morning drew on, the place became busier. Most of the people were fully naked. Their ages varied from early twenties to late sixties. Carl and I made sure to examine every girl that passed by, rating her on our fuckable scale, which was a simple score of giving her "one" or not.
It was marvellous to see boobs of all shapes and sizes and neatly shaved pussies walking freely around us. It was like pussy heaven. I watched Melanie closely, trying to judge her reaction, but she had this nonchalant look about her, keeping her eyes mostly on a book she was reading.
She was a bit uncomfortable with Carl around, so she stayed out of most of our conversations.
We quickly noticed there were hardly any single girls around. It was mostly couples and single men. Carl was very disappointed.
In the afternoon we headed back to the apartment, showered and put on some fresh clothes.
"Are you guys satisfied?" Melanie asked us.
"Not so much" said Carl. "I didn't get any action."
That night, after some dinner and wine, I retreated with Melanie to our bedroom We made love. I made sure she cummed, as I always do. She tried to keep quiet so Carl would not hear our commotion, but I assured her later he could hear everything. She was highly embarrassed.
"You know this is a great opportunity."
"For what?"
"For a threesome."
"What? Do you mean with Carl?"
"Yes."
