Experiments in Open Marriage

My wife and I are currently experimenting with open marriage. We had been the typical suburbanite family with the SUV, a lawn mower and grill in the back yard family with a cat and dog to round things off. Only the bedroom was getting to the point of being simply a room where we slept and seldom did much else. We loved each other, but we were just plain bored. We'd gotten into a rut and did the same thing over and over again. In short we were bored out of our minds.

One night we were watching television dressed in our pajamas. Laurie was reading a Sunset magazine and I was reading a book. I guess we were more listening to television than watching when a story came on about open marriages. We each watched silently as the story unfolded and much to our surprise the people who had opened their marriage had done so because they had been going through the very same sort of thing Laurie and I were going through. Several different families were featured one had taken on a woman that they couple both 'knew' and loved. Another family had two men and a woman but where the two men shared only the wife and did not participate in any threesomes. The wife just had two men she could have sex with.

At one point in the program I saw my wife turn to look at me in one of her 'thoughtful' contemplative ways suggesting that she wanted to talk, but did not know quite how to broach it. I simply kept watching the program wondering if Laurie would go along with something like that. I eventually turned to look at her wondering how to bring it up to her and she pretended not to notice. The program ended and we turned off the television and continued on with what we had been doing until we each got tired and went to bed. In the dark with our backs to each other we contemplated the idea of an open marriage and how we could broach the subject without pissing off the other.

Early the next morning a Saturday as it happened, we had coffee as we normally did and talked about daily crap like the weather and other inane bullshit. Then my wife out of the blue, after looking around to see if there were any kids in earshot asked "What did you think of that open marriage thing last night?"

Before answering I also checked to see if there were any kids in earshot and replied "It seemed an interesting idea. It would seem a safer alternative than having an illicit affair while keeping the family together at the same time." My wives eyes seemed to brighten, while she attempted to hide any overt signs of excitement. "What did you think of it?" I asked.

She shrugged trying to seem nonchalant about the whole thing "I don't know if it would be appropriate to be so open. I think it would be better to keep it discrete.' Then she got visibly excited and nervous 'I think it would be exciting."

Sipping my coffee I looked out the window. I'd been toying with the idea of letting my wife have a boyfriend. It seemed an exciting alternative to the lack luster boredom of our recent rut of dull sex or extended bouts of no sex at all. Something had to change and I think she and I both knew it. "I think you are correct with something like that being discrete, it just wouldn't do to have the town in on something like that.' Looking at her directly I put my coffee cup down and said 'I'm willing to see where this sort of thing goes if you are agreeable. As you are more socially active than I am the chances are that you will likely find someone before I do, but I'm ok with that. It might also interest you to know that I find the prospect of you 'playing around' exciting."

My wives eyes opened wide at this revelation at the same time her excitement grew as did a small bit of anger, which she mastered before speaking. "Are you serious? You wouldn't mind my playing around?" I shook my head and smiled but said nothing. She looked at me not knowing what to think. "So if I happen to find someone who I am interested in and who is also interested in me...that I could, go someplace and be with them...physically...and...you wouldn't get upset?" I smiled and nodded. She didn't know how to respond it was clear she was excited but wasn't sure if she should be offended or not. Weeks went by and we would gauge each other with quick inquiries like "Well, did you find someone?" or "Have any luck?" Then one day upon asking her whether or not she'd found someone she nodded her head and said "Possibly, but I don't know if he is interested." She then looked at me suddenly and said "If something does happen, it might be a spur of the moment kind of thing, so I might not have time to give you a heads up that it is happening. So, do I have permission to act on the opportunity...if it presents?"

The fact that she had just affirmed her desire to be with another guy stunned me; not with jealousy or anything dark but with intrigue and curiosity about who this guy might be. I stammered out a reply with "Who is it?"

She smiled and replied "His name is Bill Stein he is a vender who is also a guest speaker on occasion. He is supposed to give a talk in a few weeks and I am supposed to help organize his presentation. It was during our first meeting that I noticed I was attracted to him. It happened to be a few days after that 'open marriage' thing on television. Maybe it got me thinking about it. I don't know maybe I'm just being foolish." She sipped her coffee and stared blankly out the window.

After a few minutes of absorbing what she had said I replied "Tell you what, if the opportunity presents and if he shows interest, just see where it goes. If anything does happen, or is about to, let me know. If you can't tell me beforehand tell me after the fact. I think if we agree to keep this sort of thing 'open' it will be a good indicator of our true feelings regarding 'open marriage'. Let's take the pressure off of the situation so that if anything does happen you don't have to bother yourself with contacting me beforehand. That way if this is something you want you can do it without worrying about me not knowing about it. I will ask that you at least tell me if and when this does happen."

Laurie smiled "Are you sure? I mean, what if something does happen and I tell you about it after...I don't want this to come back on me and have it hurt our marriage."

I nodded to her and kissed her cheek "I know, that is why we are talking about it and getting it all out in the open. That way if it happens 'that' is less likely to happen."

Laurie shook her head and sighed. "Well, okay. I don't think there is any real chance of it happening, but it's good to know I can if it does" she said. After that we went about our day like it was any other with a different energy perhaps, an excitement of an unknown 'something' in the distant or near future. Whatever it was it felt good and fresh.

The next week went on as usual only I knew that she was going to meet Bill to discuss how to set up his display when he gave the presentation. Now that she had my support to pursue something physical if the opportunity presented she had an energetic air she had not had in a long while. I was curious to know if she would go through with it, given the chance.

It wasn't as if she sought him out or intended to do anything upon meeting him there was just a strong chemistry there. Situations just fell into place and things happened.

It was at the weekly meeting when she decided that she 'really' wanted to be with Bill. He had been presenting his business to the group which was estate planning and retirement funding. He was a lawyer who made his business helping people keep as much of their money as possible. She had been the person to introduce him to the group. It was during his presentation that she realized that she wanted to take me up on my offer to let her explore and to see if she could actually go through with pursuing her desire.

Bill was 6'4" tall blonde with a pony tail and was extremely fit with sharp blue eyes that pierced her soul and made her knees weak. Apparently the attraction was mutual but both knew better than to openly acknowledge this, especially among some of the most gossipy biddies on the Central Coast. So they kept what they were feeling contained. Bill spoke for nearly an hour while Laurie busied herself with her usual duties of keeping the meeting moving smoothly. After the meeting Bill went to his car thinking that he would never again see Laurie. He knew that she was married but he just could not stop thinking about her. That and so many married women were only so publicly.

He pulled out of the parking space and started heading for the exit when he saw my wife walking to her car and turned toward her not yet knowing what to say. He figured that he would just ask her for a drink and hope for the best. The worst she could say was no, so he went on. Pulling up to her and rolling the window down and called out to her. She instantly brightened when she turned to see who it was. "Hi, I thought you'd already left."

Emboldened by what he saw as excitement he proceeded to ask her out for a drink. "I was, well, wondering if you wouldn't mind getting a drink someplace." He fully expected her to become offended at the blatant request only she didn't get upset but visibly excited.

Laurie had been thinking about asking him out for a drink herself. When he had left before she was done she'd believed that she'd lost her chance, unless she called him herself, something she was consciously contemplating. Yet, she believed that she wouldn't have the courage to act on such an idea being that she was married. When he asked her she did not hesitate and said "Sure. Where would you like to go?"

His heart leaped when she accepted his invitation "I know of a quiet bar, a nice one, near where I keep my boat." As it happened he had a sail boat moored at the local marina because where he lived was too far inland to keep a boat, especially a 60' sailing boat. He mentioned the boat only as a reference not once considering that it might be considered a veiled invitation of lecherous intent.

Laurie unable to contain herself responded with "I'll follow you there" and got into her car. The drive was only a few minutes and the parking lot was empty. He pulled up to his assigned parking space and directed Laurie to take the second allocated slot. The marina allowed two slots per mooring so that boat owners could park for as long as they needed without the worry of getting their car towed.

They went into the bar which was situated at the head of the dock where his boat was moored. Only his boat was moored on the far end of the dock. They took a seat along the window and ordered. Conversation moved along smoothly and innocently while a palpable tension rose between them as the alcohol eased their social inhibitions. After what seemed an eternity and three strong drinks Laurie began looking out over the dock and then asked "Which one is your boat?" She did so while grazing her foot along his calf. She later told me that it was then she had decided to push things along to see where things went.

Bill initially thought it was an innocent touch, until she started to move her foot up and down his calf. "Uh it's the last one along this first dock' he pointed, 'the one under the broken light so you can't really see much. I happen to have a well-stocked bar, if you'd care for another drink."

My wife simply nodded while staring at him with what was unmistakable mischief. She knew, all too well, that if he got her on that boat she wasn't going to leave until he had fucked her into blissful oblivion, something she, surprisingly, found no problem with. Over the course of their meetings where they'd planned the event he was to speak, she had on several occasions seen the outline of what he held in reserve. It was hard to miss his 'snake-like' appendage in his jeans, not that he had been vulgar about it, it just happened to snake down his pant leg while they walked. It was kind of hard to miss and she began to wonder how it might feel pulsing deep inside her, an idea that just kept building with each meeting.

After paying the bar tab they headed to the gate unlocked it and then walked silently to his boat with her hand in the crook of his arm. Bill climbed on board and helped Laurie onto his boat. She had taken her heels off knowing that walking on a dock with heels was a bad idea. She waited for him to unlock the wooden hatch cover and then slid the door open. While this occurred she took in the classic elegance of the yacht. Bill called it a boat but the sheer size of the craft defined it as a yacht. Each mast was made of a solid piece of wood, teak wood covered the deck and roof of the superstructure with bright work that glistened impressively even in the dim light from the street lamp two berths down.

Entering the deck house she saw the main salon filled with well-maintained teak that emitted the unmistakable scent long associated with wooden boats. The dim light coming through the slit in the curtains was sufficient to allow Bill to find the light switch and flip on the lights. Laurie pulled the curtains the rest of the way closed so that what she hoped was about to happen was kept private. She had a respectable reputation in the city and did not want it sullied by her delving into carnal pursuits, indiscreetly.

That done she turned to orient herself to the space. What met her eyes was an ornate and elegant salon with brass and red velvet cushions that gave off warmth not often seen in modern yachts. Just forward of the U-shaped couch/extra bed was a heater that Bill was lighting to take the chill out of the air. Next to the couch and just aft, to use nautical terminology was the galley complete with bench seats and table to serve meals while at sea. Opposite the galley was the radio/phone station and the power panel for the yachts pumps, lights and general underway shipboard functions.

She heard the 'whump' of the flame catching inside the heater as Bill stood up again. He handed her a drink and then gave her the tour of the yacht. The main cabin was below the navigation station under the wheel. This space was impressive and held a king sized bed which sat against the aft bulkhead of the cabin. With an equally impressive bathroom arrangement that would be right at home in an upscale house. The shower was spacious and inviting Laurie took note of the fact that two people could easily fit inside the shower.

Crossing the salon again they came to a passageway where two small cabins and another lavatory each across the passage from the other. The forward cabin was nearly as large as the aft cabin but with a smaller queen sized bed against the forward bulkhead. Sipping her drink she followed Bill as he conducted the tour of the yacht taking in the fact that she rather enjoyed the cozy atmosphere.

Stepping into the main salon again it seemed massive when compared to the middle passage cabins which were clearly not meant for anything more than sleeping. Bill then took her coat and hung it over the back of one of the lounge chairs opposite u-shaped couch. The heat coming from the heater was effectively taking the damp chill from the air and replacing it with soft penetrating warmth. She then took a seat in the corner of the couch and sat in the feminine fashion with her knees curled up on the seat while she sipped her drink which she finally realized was whisky and lime and decided she liked it.

Bill then closed the sliding door to and pulled a canvas cover over the opening to help keep the heat from escaping. He then took his jacket off and took up his own drink and sat next to Laurie on the couch. Initially the conversation was warm but neutral. Laurie began to believe that what she had been hoping would happen wasn't going to. So she took a little soft initiative and unbuttoned the top button of her blouse and then another opening her cleavage to him in a not so subtle indication of what she wanted.

Bill smiled at her and placed his hand on hers which was lying across the back of the couch "I have wanted to ask you out for a drink for a while because I've wanted to get to know you better.' He stroked her hand, swallowed nervously then continued 'In ways that, that..um...I probably shouldn't."

Laurie's response to this was a warm smile as she unbuttoned another button of her blouse as she said "Oh?" She then scooted herself closer to Bill so that her thigh was touching his while crossing her other leg across his lap and said "I'm glad you told me because I was about to ask you out for a drink...to get to know you better...in ways I probably shouldn't' she paused, leaned in and kissed him softly and passionately slowly moving to straddle him breaking the kiss just long enough to say 'but I want to get to know you, in ways I shouldn't anyway." She then let her blouse fall off her shoulders revealing the fact that while on the drive over she had taken her bra off and left it in the car, just in case.

Her French braided hair hung down her naked back as they kissed while Bill unzipped her dress which was now bunched up around her waist as she ground her heated pelvis against his clearly growing arousal. They broke the kiss long enough to pull the skirt over her head so that the only clothing she had on was her red thong. Her arms fell around his shoulders and neck and they kissed ever more passionately. Eventually, his arousal was such that they both started to remove his slacks. She undid his belt and he undid the multiple buttons holding his pants closed while she undid his zipper. An awkward dance ensued as they both resisted having to move to get his slacks off. Laurie stood up and pulled Bill to his feet and yanked his slacks off leaving him only wearing his paisley boxers.

She stood back and took in his physique through the open shirt and boxers he lost his shirt as she took in the spectacle. Bill had what had to be the most perfect male physique she had ever laid eyes on. Through his boxers protruded head and semi erect shaft of his cock. Though she could only see a portion of it there had to be at least 10 inches of cock in total with a nice girth that would allow her to wrap her hand around ½ of it. Looking up at Bill no words came but she moved forward to kiss him and put her hands on his chest and began to let them wander all over his back, front and eventually down to the waist band of his boxers which she pulled off of him. They fell to the floor as she finally placed her hands on his growing appendage. Moaning her approval she realized, via brail, that he was devoid of any pubic hair and that his heavy cock was now hard as granite.

Bill pulled her thong off and tossed it onto his bunched up slacks while they both kissed and fondled each other. His hands fell onto her back, sliding up and down both her back and front, finding her near perfect breasts ready for his touch and, she hoped, his tongue. His hand grazed her mound to find it nicely trimmed with a pencil thin line of hair right down the center. When she had begun spending regular time with Bill she had waxed and trimmed her pussy to be presentable in the event that her hopes of a forward advance from him presented itself. She had, long ago, decided that if he did make advances she would not say no and she wasn't going to.

Laurie stroked the length of his cock with an open palm getting used to the idea of having this magnificent cock buried deep inside her pussy. An unconscious moan escaped her lips as she touched her opening to the tip letting the warmth of his flesh mix with her own. She was desperately tempted to just fall to the floor and fuck him right then and there. Only that would end their night too quickly and she wanted to savor this man in his entirety before she allowed herself the pleasure of his penetrating warmth.

Bill had other ideas however, and that was to give her a taste...a small taste of what she was going to get and placed the head of his cock at her opening and pushed it in...just far enough to allow her the delicious sensation of his girth stretching her open. "Oooohh" she moaned and attempted to lower herself down but he would not let her and pulled out leaving her wanting. "Please...more...Please" she cooed. She had just had a sample of another man's cock and it was enough to erase any feeble vestiges of doubt she might have had remaining of going through with this, the fact that she was already naked and in his arms was a fair testament to the feeble nature of her internal doubts. This brief exposure to what lay in store confirmed for her that she wasn't going to leave this yacht until she was properly fucked.