"Say that one more time?" Kelly said.
I took a deep breath, I had finally told my wife of fifteen years my darkest fantasy. "I want to watch you have sex with another man. And then have sex with you after that." We were cuddling in bed after a busy day at the Santa Monica Pier with the kids. She was quiet, I was almost shaking.
"Where did this idea come from?" she reached over and started playing with my balls.
"This is a positive sign." I thought.
My wife and I met when we both were in college. I got my degree in English and her's is in Special Education. We are both teachers and have two young sons in Los Angeles where I was raised. My wife comes from the Midwest and a very religious background. Our courtship was typical, we got married after college, had kids and began our careers. We had just bought a condo in the suburbs and life is going good.
Our sex life on the other hand, had become predictable. Maybe we would have sex one night on the weekends after the kids were in bed. Maybe not for a few weeks.
It was the same sex we had been having for almost seventeen years.
On my own, I had been exploring stories about husbands that encourage their wives to go on dates with other men. And I had become quite addicted to cuckolding porn. A lot involve humiliation of the husband. I was not into this as much as I was the idea of a Stag / Vixen fantasy. More focus on the wife, less on humiliating the husband.