Something's up. Darlene seemed a bit distracted as she was getting ready for bed. Actually, she seemed distracted all through dinner, during our evening walk, and while we watched that sappy romance movie. She just had this dreamy faraway look in her eyes. She was forgetful, too. It's like her mind was still back in New York, where she had been for the last three days at a conference.
Darlene was one of several girls who attracted my attention in High School. She had small, but pert, tits, a nicely rounded ass that looked incredible in running shorts, and beautifully shapely legs that just took my breath away. The main reason I was on the cross-country team was so I could see those legs and that ass every day. Although I can honestly say we were friends during those years, I was too shy and insecure to actually ask her out on a date. That is, until she wrote her phone number in my Annual at the end of our Senior year. I called her at the beginning of the summer break, and we were going steady before I went off to college...out of state. During those four years, our relationship was on again, off again until I asked her to marry me when I graduated. We were hitched at the end of the summer.
Our sex life, like with most couples, started off as a daily (sometimes twice daily) affair that slowly dwindled to weekly or more infrequent depending on our work demands. Each of us worked for corporate America, trying to move up through the ranks. Stresses were sometimes high, causing sex to move to a back burner sometimes. Naturally, that burner would begin to overheat when left unattended too long.
We would sometimes use erotic literature and porn videos to spice things up. We would sometimes use the situations from the stories or videos to talk about "what if" scenarios. My favorites, like that of many men nowadays, were those where a married woman was having sex with a man who was not her husband. Whenever I think of a sexually liberated married woman, comfortable with her sexuality and willing to experience sex with different men, I get a raging erection, much stronger than erections from the sight of beautiful naked women or straight sex porn.
Our bedroom scenarios sometimes involved pretending that Darlene was having sex with someone else. Sometimes we would use toys to enhance the scenario. Of course, we never put actual names to her other "lovers" in these scenarios. After each fantasy scene was played out to its climax, Darlene would be sure to insist, in our afterglow talk, that all this was just fantasy and that she would never, could never, actually have sex with another man. She was a married woman, after all, and her body belonged to me alone. That's why I trust her so much with these annual conferences and today she returned from the third such conference since she's been with the company.
I had showered off first, then got ready for bed while she took her shower. I waited under the covers, nude. Darlene walked out of the bathroom wearing a simple, sheer, white nightgown. Wow, she looked amazing. Her jet-black hair hung loosely over her shoulders. Her nipples were protruding against the nearly see-through material and her lush black pubes were clearly visible. Her pouty lips betrayed deep thoughts behind her sparkling brown eyes. She looked deeply into my eyes and sighed.
"Okay. Tell me what's wrong." I said, quietly.
"Um. Yeah. I've got something on my mind and I'm really not certain how to start." she responded as she slowly came over and stood by my side of the bed.
I sat up and swung my legs over. She knelt down in front of me with her hands on my knees and looked at my cock as it started to swell. She gently took my cock into her hands and began gently rubbing all over it with both her hands.
"Well, um," she stammered, "I, uh. Hmm. I know how excited you get when we read erotic stories about married women having sex with other men. Same for the videos. It seems that the ones with black men having sex with married white women makes your ejaculation even more intense. I was just wondering why that is."
"Because it's against the rules. Any sex that a person should not be having, is really more fun. Think about it. I mean, when we make love here in this bed, it feels great, right?"
"Of course."
"Didn't it feel even better that time we pulled off to the side of the road and fucked in the car that rainy day near Cumberton? I know that my cock was harder, and my ejaculation was much more intense. You orgasmed in about two minutes if I recall correctly. Much faster than when we're making love here. I think it's because we weren't supposed to be having sex there. Someone could have seen us. In fact, we probably could have been arrested. Anyway, it made the sex that much better, in my opinion."
"Yeah. I guess that's true." She replied. Still it seemed like her mind was on something else. Something particular.
"Well," I continued, "I read that the reason most married people cheat on their spouses is that they crave the rush of risky sex. It's not that they don't love their spouse, they just want the thrill of sex with someone they're not supposed to have sex with."
Darlene was quiet. I could see the wheels turning in her head. "Okay," she finally said, "that explains why you would want to fuck another woman, or I would fuck another man, but it doesn't explain why YOU would WANT me to fuck another man."
"I'm not sure I can explain that. I just do. It turns me on to even think of you with another man," I said as my dick went from semi-hard, to fully erect.
"So you would want me to play with another man's penis, just like I'm playing with yours right now?"
"Oh my god yes." I replied as precum formed on the head of my cock.
"Would you want to watch or just hear about it?" She asked as she began smearing the precum all over the head of my penis.
"I'm not sure. The thought of it turns me on, but I don't know what it would be like to actually see you do it. I don't think I would be jealous, but we've never gone there, so...." I shrugged my shoulders.
"Well, um," she paused to lick a drop of precum that had formed on the slit at the tip of my dick. "Pretend I'm playing with someone else's cock right now."
"Okay," I said. "How about this time you give me a name. Whose cock are you playing with?"
"What if it was Brian's cock?" Brian was one of the engineers that worked in her office. In fact, he goes on these bi-annual conference trips, too, along with Jessica, Millie, and Roger.
"Why Brian?"
"Last year, before she left the team, Jennifer told me that he's a real ladies' man. She said that she had sex with him after the group from the office went out for drinks and that he's rather well endowed. She actually recommended that I fuck him sometime just for fun. She said he doesn't kiss and tell and that he doesn't let it affect the working relationship at all. I didn't believe such a thing was possible, so I never even gave it any more thought." She was rambling a bit and I became incredibly curious about where this was leading. I had a hunch, but needed to let it play out or she might clam up and try to keep it a secret from me.
"I don't remember Jennifer. Did I ever meet her?"
"No. She left shortly after I started working there."
"Is she married?"
"Yes, with two kids."
"And she fucked Brian? Did her husband know or did she do it behind his back?"
"I don't know. I didn't ask."
"Were you curious? What did you think about it?"
"I just couldn't believe she was telling me about it." Darlene thought for a minute, then said, "I guess I judged her to be a cheater. What woman fucks another man, then brags about it? I suppose that was a rather harsh and rash judgement. Who am I to cast stones? Besides, it seems that this hotwife thing is becoming more and more common, don't you think?" I wish I had a camera at that moment to capture the quizzical look on her face, the desire in her eyes, the crooked twist of her shiny lips, and my cock in her hands, held close to her face.
"Yes," I replied, "I suppose it is. At least I think about it all too often. It occupies my mind so much that it's become an obsession."
"So this turns you on? Imagining that I'm playing with Brian's cock right now?"
"Yes, it does."
She dropped her mouth over the head of my cock, bobbed up and down a couple of times, and released it from her mouth with an audible pop. "What if I put his cock in my mouth like that? What if I played with it some more?" She started licking all around my cock head, then up the shaft from the base to the tip.
"I'm about to cum just imagining it."
She stood up in front of me, lifted the hem of her nightgown, and sat on my lap, straddling me. My cock was pressed against my belly. She started rubbing her pussy up and down the shaft as she said, "What if I straddled him like this and rubbed my pussy on his cock?"
"Why are you teasing me? If you stop this, I'm going to blow my load right now instead of inside your slick pussy."
"I'm just trying to gauge how serious you are about me having sex with another man." She said as she started kissing my neck. "Would you really want it to happen?"
"Since I think about it all the time, the answer is yes. I really want it to happen, but something is telling me that it already has." I pushed her away from me and looked into her eyes. "You fucked Brian at the conference, didn't you."
Darlene's face suddenly changed. Her eyes squinted and filled with tears, which overflowed and ran down her cheeks. Her left hand went up and covered her mouth as she began to cry uncontrollably. She was almost wailing when she said, "Yes. I did. I'm so sorry! Please don't leave me!"
I picked her up off of my lap and stood her up in front of me. "Do you love him?" I asked calmly.
Still crying, she said, "Oh no! No, no, no! I love you! I don't love him."
"I thought you always told me that sex was meant only for the person you love."
"I was so wrong. (sniff) You were right all along. (sniff) You always told me that it was possible to have sex with a person I didn't love. (sniff) You said it was possible for me to have sex just for the fun of it." It seemed like she was looking to put the blame on me for the fact that she cheated on me.
"So why didn't you let me know you wanted to have sex with Brian? We talked about you having sex with someone else. I would have given you a hall pass. But you were the one who said you could never have sex with someone else. I'm pissed off that you were sneaky about it."
