I've been binging LW for the last couple of weeks. This popped into my head almost fully formed, and would not let me alone until I typed it out.
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It was a Friday evening, indistinguishable from the last several dozen Friday evenings I've spent in this bar. I was sitting in a booth, by myself, nursing a rum and coke, when they walked in.
They were holding hands, and so obviously in love it was almost nauseating. They looked to be in their mid to late 20s. He was about 5 foot 11 inches tall, brown hair, wearing a dark red polo shirt and tan slacks. She was probably 5 foot 2, with raven-black hair reaching to the middle of her back, wearing a simple dark blue a-line dress that went a little past her knees. They turned, embraced each other, kissed, then separated while still holding hands. He said something to her, then they released each other. I felt a slight sting inside as they reminded me of what I had and then lost.
He wandered over to the bar to order something, then turned to look for her. She was wandering slowly around the opposite side of the dance floor, subtly scanning the crowd. Suddenly a guy appeared in front of her, obviously asking her to dance. She smiled, took his hand, and went onto the dance floor. He was about 6 foot 4. He was wearing grey slacks and a skin-tight black t-shirt, which made it obvious that he spent a lot of time in the gym.
I looked back at the bar, and recognized the look on his face. It was a mixture of arousal and a small amount of humiliation. I knew that because I'd seen that on my own face once. Back on the dance floor, the girl and her partner were gyrating around and obviously enjoying each other's company.
I slipped out of the booth and carried my drink over to the bar next to him. "I used to be you."
It took him a second to realize that I was talking to him. "Excuse me?"
"I used to be where you are right now."
"What, at the bar?" He was confused.
"No. Trying to spice up the marriage, acting out fantasies with my wife. We tried the same thing you're doing now, and I've regretted it every day since."
"I don't know what you're talking about, and you should probably mind your own business."
I put my hands up. "Hey, no judgement from me. Like I said, I did the same thing. Went to a bar to pick up a guy for my wife to have sex with while I watched. It's a common fantasy, and I wish it had stayed that way."
He turned to look at me and didn't say a thing.
"Would you like to hear the story? It'll only take a few minutes, and it's not like you have anything else to do."
A different dance had already started. This one was slower. Her head was laying on her partner's chest as they swayed to the music.
"Sure, what the heck. Lay it on me."
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Julie and I met in college at a party. It was love at first sight for both of us. We spent the entire party monopolizing each other's company. I called her up the next day, and we went out that night. Three days later, we slept together. Two weeks later, she moved in with me. I proposed two months after that, and we were married six months after graduation. Yes, we moved fast, but when you know, you know.
She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. She was about 5 foot 8, shoulder-length blonde hair, and slender. Not skinny, just slender. Her breasts were smallish (b-cup), and her ass was quite petite. Both were perfect for her frame. She may not have turned every head when she walked into the room, but she certainly turned mine, every time. To me, other women were like stars in the noonday sun - outshone to the point of invisibility.
We'd have sex damn near every day. She gave the best blowjobs I've ever had, and I like to think I gave back as good as I got. We'd make bets on stupid things, or dare each other to do even stupider things. I remember one time I dared her to walk three blocks to a park while naked. It was around 2AM. I took her clothes, locked her out of the apartment, and drove to the park. After about 30 minutes, a naked goddess runs up to the car. I waited a few seconds to unlock the door, but when she scrambled in, she immediately pulled my dick out, climbed on, and fucked me senseless in the parking lot.
And of course, we'd try fantasies. She'd go sit at a hotel bar in a slinky outfit. When guys would hit on her, she'd deny them all. Then I'd walk in and sit next to her. In a voice pitched to carry, I'd say something like "You are absolutely gorgeous. Want to go up to my room and fuck?"
She'd smile and say something like "I thought you'd never ask" and off we'd go, while people around us were picking their jaws up off the floor.
We did all kinds of things together, but it was just us. There was never a third person involved.
Somehow she got a hold of a list of common fantasies online and was reading them off. She got to "watch another man have sex with his wife" and looked at me. And I have to admit, it did sound hot, but I told her I didn't think I could share her.
"You won't be sharing me, silly. You'll be watching. He'll have me all to himself."
"No, I don't think I'd like that."
She grabbed my rock-hard dick through my pants and said "I think your little friend likes it a lot."
We proceeded to rip each other's clothes off and have wild sex until we passed out.
The next day, she brought it up. "You reacted pretty strongly to that thing last night about watching someone else have sex with me. Would you seriously be up for that? I'd only go for it if you really wanted it. If not, I'll never mention it again."
"I don't know what got into me. On the one hand, no, I don't want to share you at all. On the other hand, holy fuck it'd be hot to watch."
"Think about it for awhile. I won't mention it again. I would never do it without your approval, but if you want to try it, we can discuss it later."
I thought about it for a couple of weeks. "Hey. Remember that thing I was supposed to think about? I thought about it. Let's try it and see what happens."
"Are you sure? I love you and I love being married to you. I don't want to do anything to damage us."
"Yes. We can try it once, and if it doesn't work out, never do it again. If it doesn't work out, I promise to never hold it against you."
And that was that.
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He hadn't said a thing to me while I was telling my tale. He just kept watching his wife on the dance floor with another man. He was shifting his pants, so I know he was getting turned on. Then he looked at me. "So how did it go?"
"Pretty well, at first. We went to a club, just like you guys did tonight. She picked up a guy, just like your wife is doing now. And then we took him home."
