How does a man convince his wife that he wants to see her have raw sex with another man and yet loves her more than when they first met? Why does it seem so difficult for a woman to understand? I mean, it's well known that many women cheat on their husbands, so it's not out of the question for a woman to have sex for the pure pleasure of it. Maybe that's the rub. Maybe they don't love their husbands anymore and ARE having sex with men they love. Men are different. Men can have sex with a woman and feel no love for them at all. Maybe because it's more erotic to get that "forbidden fruit," sex with a woman for the sheer pleasure of it and no attachment at all..."no strings attached." Mostly it's just because men want to fuck ANY woman they find attractive. It has nothing to do with love.
My problem is that I've seen too many pornographic videos and read too much erotic literature on the topic of married women having sex with men who are NOT their husbands, and I love it! The ones that I find most erotic are the women who love their husbands deeply yet can still have consensual sex with other men they don't love. These wives just find some men physically attractive and want to experience sexual pleasure with them. It's easy for a man to do that, why not a woman?
It isn't so easy for my wife, Julie, to have sex with a man just because she thinks he's attractive. At least it USED to be difficult for her. She equated sex with love. Things changed one day a few years ago.
We were driving along an undisclosed highway when we noticed billboards announcing an "adult" bookstore up ahead. "Have you ever been in a place like that?" she asked as we approached.
"Sure." I answered nonchalantly.
"When and where?" She asked.
"Once near Washington DC, when I was in college, and once in Anchorage when I was there on business." There was another time, about five years ago, I went to one near where I worked, with the secretary from our work division, but that's another story for another time. I definitely was NOT going to bring that one up to Julie.
"What are they like?"
"Those two were a bit run down. Both sold various sex aids and had video booths. The first was really small, but very clean. The second was a bit more run down but had small booths, small rooms, and a large theater for viewing adult movies."
She was silent until we approached the advertised exit. "Let's stop and take a look," she announced definitively.
My mind immediately raced to the possibilities and my dick was instantly erect. A couple of years before, we had a big argument over my desire to see her have sex with another man and she thought I was a pervert, perhaps even homosexual, or bisexual. It was not the label that mattered, but what it meant to our marriage. Of course, I'm heterosexual so we worked through our issue...as long as I never again brought up the idea of her having sex with another man.
I exited the interstate and pulled into the parking lot of an older cinderblock building that was painted navy blue. It was a rectangular building with a glass door on one end. No windows were visible on the building itself. The door was covered with dark paper, so there was no light flow in either direction. There were four other vehicles in the parking lot. One was an 18-wheeler, two pickup trucks, and an SUV. We parked our small sedan, exited our vehicle, and I took Julie's hand was we walked to the door.
Julie was dressed for traveling in comfortable short white skirt, a light-blue t-shirt, bobby socks, and white tennis shoes. Her gait was light as she seemed to skip along beside me. I began to wonder what was going through her mind. I would have expected a bit of nervous energy, but she seemed a little TOO emboldened. This was not like her. She is very private about sex. She never discusses it with our friends. She never wears sexy outfits in public. Heck, she doesn't even show any cleavage (not that she has much anyway with her A-cup breasts)!
I opened the door and held it for Julie. She grinned as she passed in front of me, and I followed her into the dimly lit store. It was typical of the few adult bookstores I had visited. Shelves and displays of love dolls, dildos, creams, lubricants, masks, handcuffs, etc...and of course, lots and lots of DVDs. The room appeared to take up about a third of the building's length and its entire width. On the left was a long counter and at the far end sat a wiry middle-aged man on a stool, next to a cash register. There was a sign over his head that read, "Buy Tokens Here." On the right was the entrance to a darkened hallway. The sign over the entrance read, "Video Booths."
As Julie looked around at the merchandise, I wandered around the store, too, but my mind was on a single, critical question: were there glory holes between the booths? I had been in one that was arranged such that the video machine was aligned directly next to the seat of the booth next to it. There was no way to have glory holes between them. The others all had glory holes. I had to be patient, but I desperately hoped they would be present here. As Julie browsed the shelves, she slowed to gawk at the array of vibrating dildos and artificial penises. I could easily see her nipples poking at the fabric of her t-shirt and took note that she was not wearing a bra. I had never seen her go braless in public. How could I not have noticed before that very minute? I was staring at her with wide eyes when she pulled a rather large artificial penis off the shelf. Except for its enormous size, which I would guess to be about a foot long, it looked incredibly realistic, with a bulbous head and veins crisscrossing the shaft. Oh, it was dark brown, too, an obvious reference to Big Black Cock. Julie smiled broadly at me as she held it up next to her face. "What would you say if I told you I wanted this?" She asked.
I whipped out my wallet as I said, "Just say the word and it's yours."
She just laughed and returned it to the shelf. She reached the end of the aisle, coming face to face with wall opposite the counter. It was filled with DVDs. I watched as she browsed a few of the titles and turned left. She looked at the hallway entrance and the sign. "What are the booths for?" She asked.
"For watching video samples." I replied.
She slowly stepped forward and I followed her down the dark, narrow hall. All the doors were lined up on the left side, with a solid cinder block wall on the right. We could easily hear the sounds of sex: slapping genitals, moans and screams of female pleasure, and male grunts. Julie turned to me and mouthed the words, "Oh my god" and giggled like a schoolgirl. Then she gently took the handle of the second door in her hand and pulled. It was locked. Not discouraged, she moved to the next and pulled. It opened wide to show an empty booth with a video machine directly ahead of the door and a cheap plastic chair directly in front of it. At first, I couldn't see any obvious holes in the walls, but as my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could see some light streaming through a hole on the left side of the booth, a glory hole!!
"Can we watch a video?" Julie asked.
