After our little Christmas fling, Lissy and I sat down for a heart-to-heart discussion about our marriage and where we were headed as a couple. We both aired all our dirty laundry. She obviously knew about my encounter with Lexi as well as the times I'd slept with her mother and her best friend Tina, but she wasn't aware about my sexual transgressions with my former coworker Cameron, our old neighbor Gloria, my sister-in-law Kim, or my cousin Lindsay, though she said she has suspected something with the latter. I, on the other hand, knew nothing about Lissy's own sexual forays during our marriage. The first was a few years ago when she had slept with a coworker from her old job. This was followed more recently by two different guys she met at her yoga class, and finally, much to my surprise, she and our neighbor Lexi had had a couple encounters. She spared no detail in describing these incidents and told me to do the same.
We talked about how this knowledge of our respective deeds made each other feel. I told her that I had felt completely humiliated by what she had asked me to do during our Christmas encounter, but the reason I had done it was because I really did love her. I said that her other affairs didn't bother me as much, especially if, as she assured me a few times, they were just about new sexual experiences, not because she didn't love me or because I was in some way inadequate. For her part, Lissy said that the fact I had kept my affairs secret hurt her because she thought that I told her everything; she wondered if I really trusted her and felt I could confide in her as I had always said I did. This seemed more than a bit ironic to me, but for the sake of continuing the conversation, I didn't say anything. She also wanted to make sure that my affairs were not due to inadequacies on her part, which I truthfully told her they were not.
We then turned to a discussion of what all this meant for our future. After a lot of soul searching, we agreed that additional transgressions were probably going to happen. We recognized that we both had very high sex drives and, even though we still found each other physically attractive and had a deeper love for one another, we liked the thrill of being with someone new, if only to satisfy our basic animal desires. So, as a result, we decided to set some rules that we would both abide by. The first was that we would each be allowed no more than three transgressions a year. Second, we needed to tell each other about the affair, preferably before it happened if the circumstances allowed, but definitely immediately afterwords if they didn't. Third, we always needed to practice safe sex. And finally, we should refrain from sleeping with the person more than once. Having sex multiple times in a single meeting with the new partner was permitted, but we should not have multiple meetings, lest the relationship develop into something more than a physical one.
Not a whole lot happened in the weeks following this conversation. Neither one of us chose to test out the new arrangement. I will say, however, that the love-making between my beautiful bride and I was probably some of the best we'd ever had, even better than when we were dating or first married. Maybe it was purely psychological, but the sex just seemed a thousand times better. Lissy had always been blessed with being very orgasmic, something I understand a lot of women are not, but even she remarked about the quality and quantity of her orgasms in the weeks following our talk.
Then one Wednesday evening as we were doing the dishes from dinner, Lissy brought up our conversation from a few weeks ago. "You remember the rules we set?" she asked.
"Of course, Princess. What's on your mind?"
"Well, I had an idea," she paused, looking thoughtfully at the plate she was drying before continuing. "I was thinking that this Saturday, maybe we could go out to the club we used to go to when we were dating."
"Ok," I said, "that seems a little random. What makes you want to do that?"
"Well, uh, I..." she trailed off, clearly searching for the right words.
"Just say it babe," I urged, "what are you thinking. I won't be upset."
"Well, one of our rules is that we need to tell each other about any new experience. So, I was thinking that we could go to the club and..." she hesitated again, "I could pick out a girl for you to hook up with and you could pick out a guy for me. We know what each other likes in terms of looks and stuff, so I just figured it might be a new and exciting experience to pick each other's partner."
I was quite frankly a little shocked at this suggestion, but I had to admit it did kinda turn me on. "What else?" I asked, I could tell she still had more on her mind.
She smiled and her brown eyes flashed with mischief. I could tell she was feeling a little more confident about her idea when she saw I wasn't upset.
"Well, we'd be given a time limit to try and make the hook up happen. If we are successful, we'd bring our respective partners back here to our house. You could have our room, and I'll take the guest room. We'd be in a safe environment and, maybe even more important, we'd be able to hear what's going on with each other. You know how thin the wall is between those rooms. I think it would be kinda hot to be having a fling with somebody new, and that we picked out for each other, while the other person could hear everything that was happening in the next room."
Lissy and I have been together for a long time, but it's moments like this that never cease to amaze me. "I agree it sounds very hot and I'm up for trying it, but are you sure it's something you want to do?"
"Yes, I've thought about it a lot; going through everything in my head, and I think it's something I'd like to try."
I grabbed her and pulled her to me, dripping water from my hands all over the floor, and gave her a deep passionate kiss. "Lissy, you're the best! I'm a very lucky guy!"
Not another word was said about our plans the rest of the week. I don't know how Lissy felt, but I looked forward to Saturday night with increasing anticipation, excitement, and maybe even a little anxiety. It had been years since I picked up anybody in a club, and I wondered if I still would be able to do it. I knew Lissy would be successful, any guy with a heartbeat would go home with a vixen like her, so I couldn't help but run through the scenario of how I'd feel if I failed to close the deal and wound up laying alone in my bed listening to my wife frolic with a stranger in the next room. Part of me thought it would be hot, but another part of me felt a little jealous.
Saturday finally came. We went through our normal routine, doing household work, running errands, all that kind of thing, but neither of us mentioned our impending date. We ate an early dinner, and once the dishes were put away, Lissy asked if I was ready for this evening.
"Of course, sexy, I'm always ready to go out with you," I replied.
"You might be going out with me, but you're probably going to be coming back home with some other little slut, at least if I have anything to say about it. Are you ready for that?"
"I think so, though I have to admit I'm nervous about navigating the whole club scene again. What about you? Are you ready to take on some horny stud?" My heart fluttered as I spoke those words.
"I'm ready, but I'm a little nervous like you."
