In a few weeks I will be celebrating my silver wedding anniversary. I mention that as an early biographical detail but first I want to tell you about Phil. Phil always was and still is my best friend despite any other role that he will be perceived to fill. We first met aged about twelve and the friendship was forged in the playground as a mutual defensive alliance against much rougher boys.
Enjoying similar average educational potential, for the rest of our schooldays we were always in the same class, sitting close together. During early teenage, we spent evenings at each others homes playing board games and when the sap began to rise we went out on the pick-up as a reasonably successful partnership. Although, Phil was probably an inch the taller, we had the same average height and average build – even our dicks were the same average length and girth. However, disdaining false modesty, I can state that we were a couple of good looking guys. One way that we differed was in how we related to girls but our differences tended to complement each other. He was always ready with the brash amusing remark to engage the interest of our quarry but in any prolonged encounter he ran short of hip remarks, at which point I came into my own with intense interesting conversation. The big draw back for me in this situation was that, having made the initial approach, Phil generally tended to have the pick of the pair. This did not bother me too much because; getting your end away was the name of the game and the quality of the merchandise only of secondary consideration.
On night when we were aged twenty and regulars on the night club/disco circuit we hooked a couple of girls who were far better than the usual. Unusually, there was as little to choose between them in attractiveness as between my pal and myself. Aimee was the brunette and Alice the blonde. They took a table while we two went to the bar and then, with drinks in hand, I hung back a pace allowing Phil to precede me to the table and make his choice. Of the two, I marginally preferred the blonde but I knew that Phil had a weakness for blondes as well. So it was with pleased surprise that I saw him take the seat next to Aimee leaving Alice to me. On such arbitrary decisions do whole lifetimes revolve?
Now Phil and I had been strictly 'love em and leave em' types but both of these relationships stuck, largely because both of us knew that we had rather hit the jackpot. For six months we just went around together but then got a large two bed-roomed flat and we all four moved in but as two couples, Dave (that's myself) with Alice and Phil with Aimee. We were there for eighteen months and in retrospect, I can see that it was the happiest time of my life. Everything was free and easy, casual, uninhibited. Nothing was thought of nudity and we discussed everything under the sun.
There was a natural bond between the four of us. Although the situation was conducive to swapping this never happened but there was plenty of lesser physical familiarity. If one of us saw a female standing topless in the flat, it was permissible to creep up behind and grab her tits no matter who's woman it was. At New Year, Xmas and odd other occasions, pretty passionate kissing of the others partner was allowed in the spirit of the moment. Despite all this, real sexual activity (or suggestion of it), was confined to the respective bedrooms. On one famous occasion when we all four were lounging about naked; Alice said to Phil, "If you can't control that thing between your legs, at least have the decency to cover it with some clothes."
Phil ruined everything. I was more than happy with the set-up with no thought of straying but my pal couldn't keep his prick in his pants if there was any chance of spare. Trouble was he had the kind of job which brought him into constant contact with the bored housewife brigade. He made no secret of this illicit activity to me and always gave me a significant wink on the occasions that he scored. To be fair, he was very selective for, he told me, if he gave it to every woman that wanted it then Aimee would be sure to notice his lack of energy. Had he hidden his supply of condoms better then this story might have progressed differently. Aimee found them in his pocket when there was no legitimate reason for him to be carrying and was immediately suspicious. To cut a long story short, she managed to follow him and catch him in the act. Next thing we knew was that she was packing in tears and moving out. Alice said to me, "Aimee is a fool to take it so badly. With someone like Phil she has got to expect that kind of thing. To him it means nothing."
"So if it had been me messing about, you would have stayed?"
"No, I would have gone but that's different. With you it would have meant something," she told me. I pondered this remark for a long time and realised for the first time that there was a fundamental difference in outlook between Phil and myself.
The awkward situation in the flat did not last long because Phil suddenly announced that he had got a job abroad in Rhodesia. Partly as an act of good faith, I asked Alice to marry me and she accepted. From then it was a mad rush as we made arrangements for the wedding and Phil was going through all the formalities in preparation for his departure. The last function that my friend fulfilled was to act as my best man – who else would I have wanted. Coincidentally, his flight to Africa was a couple of hours before our own on honeymoon to Greece. My wife's passionate farewell kiss to him in the departure lounge was the first of their many clinches which aroused a twinge of jealousy in me.
To start with his letters were frequent but they became more and more sparse as his Rhodesian lifestyle absorbed him. The first two years of married life were truly happy before the worm of doubt crept into my mind. An unexpected inheritance had allowed us to buy a house better than our combined incomes warranted and we were able to pursue an accordant lifestyle. We went out a lot. I began to realise how very attractive Alice was and how very lucky I had been to capture her. The truth was that I only realised her true worth from seeing unconcealed desire in the eyes of other men. At parties she was invariably the centre of attention with the crowd around her exclusively male. It became very obvious that Alice was more gregarious than me and had a far more generous nature. In restaurants, I would see her smiling and turning round would see a man across the room raising a glass to her. "Who the hell is that?" I would ask.
"How the dickens should I know. He smiled at me so I smiled back. It does not do any harm and I might have made the poor man's day," she told me.
"He will take it as a come on. Don't these men ever pester you afterwards?"
"Some do but I simply tell them that I am a happily married woman and that I'm not interested."
I had to accept this but I had a growing belief that with the right man in the right situation, she would give a different answer. Memory of Phil's experiences in his last job returned to haunt me because, according to him, every wife that he called on during the day would have been willing to open her legs to him. It seemed that infidelity was endemic among wives of all ages and all classes. Of course I reasoned that my pal had exaggerated as an ego boosting thing so I decided to do some research on the subject.
The most important evidence that I found was the statistical analysis of the largest confidential survey of husbands and wives ever conducted. According to that no less than 92% of women were unfaithful at least once during the duration of their marriage. The percentage of women who had up to six affairs dropped drastically to 28% and the numbers who admitted to being more promiscuous came out at 9%. The comparative figures for men were 62% who cheated at least once, 26% up to six times and 14% who were grossly profligate with their seed. The basic conclusion was that most women felt compelled to try it but more men let it develop into a habit.
Further reading on the origins of civilisation provided arguments to support these figures. The conventional wisdom was that primitive men and women were equally promiscuous. This said that men wished to impregnate as many women as possible but that the women were constantly in search of the best seed. The book that I read disputed this. It claimed that most men were more than happy if they could find a warm moist hole to stick their dick while agreeing that the females were happy to get as much seed inside them as possible. It also made the point that the bulk of men would find it difficult to satisfy three women but that a woman could send three men away happy without needing to break sweat. Hence, all women needed to let at least one extraneous man between their legs just to satisfy genetic programming.
All of this made perfect sense to me and increased the conviction that Alice was inevitably going to let at least one other man screw her. I spent hours contemplating this prospect and invariably finished up trembling. I also finished up very aroused but that is beside the point.
The inescapable conclusion was that, if I could get Alice to have sex with a man of my choice in controlled circumstances then the danger would be largely over. How to engineer the deed was the big problem. Whoever the lucky man turned out to be, he needed to appear, affect the seduction and then disappear from our lives forever. Moreover, he could not be in any way exceptional. Suppose for instance that he was much better endowed than myself, he could easily give Alice a taste for what I could not provide and so encourage further infidelities instead of making them unlikely. It was quite a conundrum.
One day on the wall of a public convenience cubicle, I read the words 'I will fuck your wife while you watch', together with a phone number. This seemed like a very viable solution so I rang. I had expected to be the one asking the questions but he immediately started interrogating me about Alice, age, looks, figure and sexual preferences - he seemed very picky about who would get the benefit of his services. I wondered aloud if he got many husbands ringing him and he said that I would be surprised – there was almost more business than he could handle. Attracted by the description of my wife, he began to sell himself, namely a monster nine inch plus dick and fantastic virility. This alone suddenly made it seem not quite such a good idea so I mumbled something about ringing later after conferring with my wife but I never did.
