One night Derek admitted that his biggest fantasy was to see me having sex with another man. Just the thought, he said, of seeing me with someone else's cock up me was enough to make him as hard as a rock. He didn't know why, but it just did, and he wondered, rather tentatively, if I would ever consider making it happen.
At the time I was shocked and more than a little angry that my own husband could even think of such a thing, but alone at home the next day I began to think about it, and then fantasize about it, and finally to masturbate about it, until by the time he came home from work I'd decided that, under certain circumstances, I'd not only let it happen, but I'd like it to happen too. Over dinner I began to outline those circumstances to him.
'It's simple.' I told him when he looked at me in astonishment. 'I can't just go out and find a man, take him to bed and invite you to watch, I'd feel wrong doing that because just looking for someone would feel like cheating. But there is a way it could happen.'
'How?' He asked, intrigued.
'If you find someone for me, invite him here and then give me to him, actually making me his for the evening and telling him I'm his to do with as he wishes.'
I'd thought it over and it seemed to me that if he chose me a partner and I was given to that partner, then anything done to or by me in my husband's presence could hardly be construed as cheating, and that's what had bothered me. It might make me something of a slut, but it wouldn't make me a cheat, would it?
He thought about it for a minute or so. 'But how will I know who you might fancy?'
I shook my head. 'Doesn't matter. It would be your choice, anyone, any age, any colour. You can give me to anyone you like and I'll have to let him have me.'
'And you wouldn't mind who?' He asked incredulously.
'No, anybody you like, and I'll do whatever you like with him, okay?'
To be truthful, the more I talked about it, the more aroused it made me and the more I was sure that I could do it. I'm not a submissive, but the thought of not having any choice was becoming quite a turn on.
'I'm going to have to think about this one, Kath.' He told me after a rather long pause. 'Leave it with me.'
His voice carried the expected note of reluctance, but I could see the gleam of lust in his eye and the bulge in the front of his jeans, both of which told me that the scenario hit the spot with him.
Even so, a couple of weeks went past before he said anything else and by then I'd come to the conclusion that he'd backed away from the idea, until one evening he came home and asked me to sit down.
'You remember what we were talking about before? You know, about you and another guy?'
I took a sharp inward gasp and nodded uneasily, wondering if, for all that it had been his fantasy, my agreement had spoiled things between us.
'I've found someone for you, if you're still up for it?'
I sighed silently with relief. I was definitely up for it, my pussy was melting at the very thought, but I took a deep breath to give myself time to summon up the courage before answering.
'I think so.' I told him trying not to sound too eager. 'If you are?'
'Good.' He sounded relieved, as if he too feared I'd changed my mind, both of us worried about each other's reactions. 'He's coming over Saturday evening. His name is....'
'No!' I cut him off. 'Don't tell me anything about him, let it be a surprise.'
I wanted a few days to wonder, a few days to feel anxious and, more than anything, a few days to fantasize.
'I will tell you one thing about him though.' He raised a hand to cut off my protests and went on. 'I'm told he's very well equipped, bigger than me.'
Now I wanted a few days to mentally prepare myself too, because Derek is not small in that department either, and if this man is larger - then, oh boy!
By the time Saturday came I was a bag of nerves. I wanted it, but I was scared that I wouldn't be able to go through with it, or if I did that I wouldn't enjoy it, that Derek would back out, that the man would be repulsive, that he'd want disgusting things, and that I wouldn't be able to satisfy him. Then I did everything I could think of to make myself attractive and sexy, even down to shaving my pussy, figuring that I was more likely to enjoy it, and to do Derek proud, if the man found me attractive.
That done I sat and read a book, got up and paced about, watched a little television, paced about, listened to music, paced about, stared at the clock, paced about, and generally reduced myself to a nervous wreck until finally I heard Derek's key in the door and his voice inviting someone in.