I had been quietly suggesting to my wife Faye that we add another man in the bedroom. We talked about all the usual things, showing her assets off, letting another man fondle her private parts, making hot phone calls to strangers, or anonymously to my friends, her touching, stroking, jacking another dick. All that stuff. Sure, it made great talk in the bedroom and always lead to hot sex, but whenever I tried to press it further, she froze up and said no way.
Oh, well, things could be worse. At least she let me take photos. Nasty photos, cock sucking, finger inserting, pink displaying photos. And we kept talking about her taking two cocks, me watching, her sucking and fucking a stranger, all that good stuff.
Faye travels for work. She's a sales rep for a national company and is somewhere out there once or twice a month. I rarely go unless it's one of my favorite destinations. Since I haven't been able to get her to agree to a threesome (or more) with me watching or participating, I tell her that she can do whatever she wants on her trips. I tell her that she can flirt, fuck another guy, whatever she feels like. I encourage her to blow a stranger. I tell her how easy and safe it would be, just squeeze a guy's dick, pull down his zipper and get on her knees. No harm, no foul, no recriminations. Please do it for me.
After several years of this kind of talk, nothing. She knows that it would turn me on for her to at least make up a story, but she's just not creative in that way. So it was a big surprise when she returned from a national convention and was excited about what a good time she had.