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."
