Katie and I are both in our early thirties and have been married for just over ten years. Both highly sexed, we have enjoyed a great sex life but have always kept our 'bedroom' activities to ourselves and had been faithful to each other since the day we met. Katie is a gorgeous brunette with a killer body and I think myself lucky to be married to such a bombshell.
Last Christmas Eve, just after lunch, Katie received a text message on her mobile and appeared flustered as she read it. I asked who it was from, expecting it to be a Christmas greeting from family or friends, and asked if I could see. Katie immediately deleted the message and her composure made me instantly suspicious.
I asked again who it was from and Katie, appearing nervous, sat next to me and told me not to be angry. She explained that one of her former work colleagues, Harry, who she used to tell me was constantly hitting on her, had somehow managed to get her mobile number and had sent her a number of flirtatious texts. I asked what he said in the text messages; she had deleted them all but said that he had been encouraging her to meet him for a drink and saying how sexy she was. He had apparently also sent her more explicit messages but Katie claimed not to remember the content. She said she had never once responded, he just kept on persevering.
I was surprised to find that rather than being angry, I found myself getting aroused at my wife receiving such attention from another man.
"You never really said, what did he look like? Did you fancy him?" I questioned her.
"I told you, I'm not interested in anyone else, just you," she answered.
"Okay, but if we weren't together or if I gave you permission...?"
Katie looked me in the eyes, "Oh my god, this is making you horny isn't it?" she exclaimed. Her hand moved between my legs and she felt my growing erection under my jeans. "I'm right aren't I, this is turning you on?"
"I don't know," I replied, genuinely confused at my reaction, "I should be jealous or angry I suppose, but the thought of you secretly conversing with another guy just got a different reaction than I thought it would."
"I told you, I never replied," she said, rubbing my now solid cock, "Would you want me too? Do you want your wife to flirt with another man, maybe meet him for a drink?"
I could tell Katie herself was becoming turned on and wondered whether she was being serious or this was just some kind of role play. She pushed me back on the sofa and straddled me, her skirt around her hips as she pushed herself down against my hardness.
"Go on, be honest, would you like me to meet Harry, flirt with him, maybe snog, grope each other and then come home and tell you all about it?"
At that moment I did, that was exactly what I wanted. I could feel the warmth of her pussy against me, even through her knickers and my jeans; my mind was conjuring up images of her having just come home from a date with this man I had not even met, and riding my cock as she told me all about how she had given herself up to her lover.
"You want to though, don't you?" I countered, "That's why you're getting so horny."
Katie kissed me passionately, her tongue probing at my mouth. She didn't need to reply, I could tell that she was giving serious thought to having someone else, but just needed my blessing.
"What did he just text you?" I asked, in-between kisses.
Katie leant back, realising that this might lead somewhere. "He just said he was in town this evening with friends and that maybe we could meet up, if you weren't around of course."
We had planned on spending a quiet evening in together as we had family visiting the next day. I thought about this for a moment, not twenty minutes ago everything had been normal and now we were having this conversation.
"So if I said yes, would you want to go and meet him?"
Katie looked down at me, no doubt trying to gauge my thoughts. After a few seconds she moved off me and sat next to me, holding my hands.
"I know it sounds wrong, but even you have to admit we have both just experienced naughty thoughts which clearly turned us both on," she said, "Maybe it'd be fun, me playing the naughty unfaithful wife."
We sat for the next twenty minutes discussing the situation, and I have to admit, my cock was solid the whole time. In the end, Katie said there was no way she was leaving me on Christmas Eve but said she'd text Harry back and tell him to contact her in a few days. She did just this, saying that I was home over Christmas but would be gone again the day after Boxing Day. He replied almost immediately, 'Gr8, can't wait'.
My mind was racing, I had just almost encouraged my wife to go and meet another man, where god knows what might happen, yet I was unbelievably turned on by it all. That night we had fantastic sex as we fantasised about Katie being a slut wife and fucking other men while I was left at home; we both had massive orgasms and agreed it had been the best sex, and fantasy, we had shared in a long time.
Christmas came and went, not fast enough as far as we were concerned. Late morning on the 27th, Katie's phone beeped and she went to check it. She called me downstairs to read the text that had just arrived.
'Coast clear? Fancy meeting tonight at Alex's Bar, maybe coffee at mine afterwards?'
Well, it was clear what he was after and Katie looked at me questioningly.
"Well babe, what shall we do? This is for us remember, he's just a tool in our fantasy."
"Fuck it, go for it," I said, "Text him back, say you'll meet him at nine, see how things go."
Again, I could feel my cock twitching. In less than twelve hours time my wife could be meeting with someone else, essentially cuckolding me. Anyway, Katie done as I suggested and minutes later Harry replied.
'Ok. C u at 9, lookin 4ward 2 it.'
And that was it, two short text messages and it was arranged. For the rest of the day it was all we talked about, Katie showed me that she had condoms and assured me she would use them if the evening turned out that way. From what she'd told me of Harry, he was a womaniser and was not in for the long haul, so I guessed that one night stands were his thing. Katie also said that he used to be the talk of the ladies restrooms at work, because he was such a good lover and apparently was very well endowed.
