"What do you think of that?" Terry said.
"I... I don't know. Maybe, I guess, if you want me to," Alison dithered. "It's just... really? You want to see me getting... making love to someone other than you?"
"I'll be honest... yes, I've been dreaming of it, thinking of it for ... years, decades, my whole life? Something like that. I just get so turned by the idea of you being... completely satisfied sexually. I know I can't do that fo..."
"No, Terry, that's not true, I'm perfectly satisfied," she said, touching his hand. "I love you."
"You're sweet, but I know I'm not a great lover. I'm not particularly gifted... down there and I feel inadequate and you deserve so, so much more. It would make me happy to watch you ... happy in that way. I'll be there with you, it won't be dangerous. I'll protect you if things get weird, but we'll make sure anyone you choose as a lover is acceptable to both of us."
Alison was silent, looking into Terry's eyes. He was sincere, she realised. He really wanted this, for him and for her. Could she deny him this? It felt so wrong, to betray her marriage vows and yet not be betraying them. Could you be faithful and yet be unfaithful. Her head hurt.
"I'll have to think about this," she said. "I... will you be upset if I refuse?"
"No, no, of course not," Terry said, smiling. "I'll love you as much if you refuse as if you say yes. I just want us both to be happy and whatever decision you make, I'll still be the luckiest man in the world."
Alison kissed her husband, knowing he was telling the truth. It made little difference to her unease and two weeks later she informed him she was refusing his idea. He was disappointed, obviously, but he took the decision in good grace. Everything was back to normal for a while, until that fateful day when she went to the gym and the female changing room was flooded with sewage.
"I'm afraid you'll have to use the male room just for today, madam," the man behind the front desk said to the gaggle of flustered, unhappy women berating him for something he had no control over. Eventually, they had to go along with it as what choice did they have? Some did refuse, but the majority had jobs to go to and couldn't go along all sweaty and horrible. Alison was in the latter category and followed the other women into the male changing room.
Fortunately there weren't a great number of men inside and the women set up camp as far away as possible. Alison waited her turn for the showers and gingerly stepped into them, towel draped over a railing nearby in case she had to cover herself. She quickly washed herself and reached for the towel, water in her eyes. Giving her face a quick dry, she opened them to see a large black man entering her section of the showers. She gave a yelp of surprise and covered herself. The man looked up and apologised for startling her.
"No, it's ok, I was just lea..." she said before she saw it. The penis. The enormous snake dangling from the man's groin. Her mouth gaped open and she couldn't take her eyes off it. She knew he was fully aware of her staring and then... it grew. Harder and harder, longer and longer until, fully erect, it looked like an onyx baseball bat. She tore her eyes away and he was smiling at her.
"Sorry," he said, chuckling. "I'm just not used to seeing beautiful women in my shower."
He moved closer, but Alison was frozen. Now he was standing just two feet away. The only sound she could hear was the showers still running. She reached out, grasping the hard shaft. It felt so wonderful in her hand. She threw herself to her knees and took the enormous head into her mouth, eagerly...
"Excuse me," a voice snapped Alison out of her trance. The black man was the other end of the showers, washing himself, lost in his own world. Behind her another man stood. "Sorry, but can I get past?"
"Oh... er... yes, of course. I... sorry," she stammered, making her escape, flushed and embarrassed. In the car afterwards, she just sat, staring forward, wondering what was wrong with her. For half an hour she sat there, turning everything over in her mind. Was it just a fleeting fantasy or was it something sparked by Terry's suggestion weeks before? She realised she didn't feel guilty at all by what she'd fantasised and, if she was being honest, she was aroused by the imagery she'd conjured up. She could feel her vagina becoming wet at the thought of sucking the man's penis.
But did this all translate to actually going through with the fantasy and actually sleeping with another man? That was going much further down the line than she was comfortable with. A sinking feeling hit her though - she realised the voice in her head telling her to say no to Terry's idea was quieter than it had been before. Her pussy was growling louder than ever and she wondered if she could resist it if the fantasies persisted.
She decided eventually she needed to talk to someone about it. Getting her mobile phone out, she arranged a meeting with her three best girlfriends, Sarah, Emily and Jane, for later that day at a local coffee shop. Things went well, pleasantries were exchanged, gossiping was done and so on. Finally, Alison bit the bullet.
"Terry asked me if I would like to sleep with other men while he watched," she said, biting her lip. "Is that freaky? I mean, I know it happens but I never thought I'd be being asked about it! Just for city types, right?"
Sarah and Emily looked stunned, but Alison noticed Jane didn't. In fact, a glimpse of a smirk passed across Jane's face, so quick she probably didn't realise Alison had noticed.
"Oh God, what a pig," Sarah said. "I can't believe he said that. Just fuck some random guys? Urgh." Emily nodded her agreement.
All eyes then turned to Jane, who merely sat in silence.
