This happened long ago. My wife and I had been married for about a year. We met in college and were sweethearts from the start. It happened so quickly that it did not seem like we were dating, we were just together all the time. It was not asking if she was free this Friday, we just knew we were for each other. It seemed we immediately recognized in each other what we were looking for, which was something different from our parents. Cathie's father was a martinet, overbearing, controlling, and domineering. I was laid back and easy going.
Cathie was a giver, a pleaser, considerate, concerned about others. Also, although she tired to hide it, she had considerable physical assets under her loose fitting clothes.
One thing we did not do together was sex! Cathie, like me, had been raised in a strict religious background so there was no sex involved (until we got engaged). So we were both sexually inexperienced.
Luckily, after graduation, we both landed jobs and got married. I was working with a good accounting firm and Cathie as a nurse.
One day, I was walking back from lunch with one of my bosses, who was about 15 years older than I and a fun guy; he suggested a detour down a side street. We came upon an adult book store, and he said, "Let's check this out."
In we went (my first visit to such a place). Immediately, we were confronted with huge tits! On covers of magazines though. My boss said, "You check out the left side; I'll look at the right." I think he did not want me to see what he was looking at.
As I wandered, I noticed a group of magazines with covers that seems to have snap shots of ordinary people. Intrigued, I picked one up. It was what I learned was called a contact or swingers magazine. Hmmm, a way for swingers to contact each other, I thought. My impression of this scene was one of wife swapping. People got together and swapped partners. However, as I looked through this magazine, I was surprised to learn it was much more diverse than that.
Finally the magazine came open to a page with ads from people in my area. Right in front of me at the bottom, middle of the page was a photo of a man's naked torso – well a bit more than his torso as his genitalia were on prominent display, and impressive genitals they were too. His face was not visible (but then again, that was not what he was selling), but his revealed torso showed a beefy man of middle age (he did state his age in the ad – he was some 20 years older than my wife and I).
However, as I alluded, his torso was not the only thing that was beefy. He had a long, thick, uncircumcised cock, with foreskin forming an "O" at the end of his prick, framed by two hanging, robin's eggs large balls. It was difficult to judge by looking at the picture but it appeared that his penis, which extended to the base of his scrotum, was at least 7" while at its ease.
The surprising thing, if not shocking to me, was that the ad was directed towards husbands. He even listed his phone number! In essence, Alan, as his name was stated in the ad, was exhorting husbands to bring their wives to him, or at least make them available, to get a good and proper fucking! This was unheard of in my world at the time. Oh I knew about cuckolds, but not willing ones. I always thought that cuckolding resulted in the wronged husbanding shooting lead from a gun and not sperm from his cock at the revelation of his being cuckolded.
I was shocked at my reaction, which was to look with fascination at the picture and the ad, which I read several times, and which caused a stirring in my genitals! What was that about?! Not that I imagined my wife in a position like that; but did men actually contact this man? The thought of it aroused me and greatly confused me at the same time.
Suddenly, I put the magazine down, like getting rid of guilty evidence, realizing that I had been holding it for some time. I looked around and was relieved to see that no one had noticed what I had been looking at.
For the next week, thoughts of this man, of my calling him, and even of my wife naked in his arms, and other images came unbidden into my mind. They were quickly banished. "No, no, no, not my wife, not the woman I love," I said to myself. This was wrong! It was so very wrong. What kind of a man would do this, even think about it. I felt dirty and unworthy.
However, one day, without conscious thought, I found myself taking the same detour my boss and I had taken, and, subsequently found myself outside the adult bookstore. I paused when I realized where I was, but then quickly moved on. I was actually sweating and it was not that hot out.
Then one night when Cathie was working midnights, I had a dream. In my dream, as I walked into our home, I saw my wife and this man in our living room. However, they were not sitting and talking - when I say I saw my wife, I should say I saw her on her knees with her naked ass sticking up. This man, who now had a face, was smirking at me as he sat in a chair, legs splayed out, with my wife between them, her head bobbing up and down in his crotch! It turned out to be a wet dream and I awakened as I shot my semen.
Again, I felt confused, ashamed, a husband does not allow this to happen to his wife; nonetheless I also had to admit that it was incredibly arousing. Ultimately I fell asleep. After that I did not immediately banish images of my wife and this man when they came, still unbidden, into my mind.
The following week, I had to take some documents to a client one morning. My boss felt it would be a good opportunity to connect with the client and I walked to his office alone. I did, in fact, have a good visit. I felt good walking back to the office; and, when I came to that side street, I walked down it. Without thinking, I entered the adult book store and headed for the section where I had seen that magazine of the beefy guy. When I got there, I did not see the magazine. My heart jumped! Where is it?! I looked frantically for it. It had four snapshots on a black cover. I did not see it! Damn! Wait a minute – why was I so disappointed? I did not intend to contact this guy, right? What did it matter? I was confused again but compelled to continue looking.
Then I saw a similar magazine but this had a red cover. I looked closer and realized this was the next edition. What if his ad is not in this edition?! I quickly flipped to the section covering our area. There he was! Relief! Shock! Why was I so relieved?
Confused, I left the bookstore and was soon back in the office. The first thing I did was to write in my pocket calendar, "Alan – 555-5555" (well not all 5s but his actual number). I did not realized that I had memorized the number!
The next week, Cathie was working afternoons. One of those evening, I found myself pacing by the phone. Then I found myself standing with the phone in my hand. Although torn, I was soon dialing Alan's number!
"Yeah," came a gruff answer to my call.
"Uh, is this Alan?"
"Yeah, watta want?"
"Uh, I saw your ad and I was wondering ..."
"You got a wife? I don't waste my time on just bullshitting."
"Oh yes, I have a wife. I, hmmm, was just wondering ..."
"Yeah, what? You want to see her get fucked by a big cock? You've come to the right place."
What a jerk I thought. What am I doing talking to any man about my wife, let alone someone who sounded like a low class dirt bag. Easy enough, just hang up, but for some reason I did not. I still stayed on the line. There was a certain thrill in doing what I considered really taboo. Although there was an internal battle raging, externally, I followed my dick. Not only did I stay on the line but I was standing, talking to him. Standing like one's does when professor or superior enters the room. This too mildly excited me. It was like he was already taking control.
"Well I haven't talked to her about it yet, but I think I would like to explore it."
"Tell you what – call me when you have figured it out. No, wait, tell me about her first and then I'll let you know if you can call me again."
What the hell is this, I thought – I have to sell him on the idea of having sex with my wife?! He should be thankful. Look how long it took me to get her, and I felt like the luckiest man alive when we finally did have sex. Now I have to entice this cretin to have sex with my wife? I thought again that I should just hang up. Nonetheless, I stayed, standing, on the line and responded to his command to tell him about my wife.
"Well she is about 5'6, 140 pounds, light brown hair, blue eyes, attractive."
"Get to the good stuff," he said gruffly.
