Continued from Greg and Kelly Ch 3: Janice
Kelly climbed into bed and lay down looking at me. I can always read her face like a book, something was wrong. "You ok babe?" I reached out and stroked her bare hip. Kelly normally sleeps in panties and one of my old t-shirts. Tonight was no different.
Her eyes meet mine and she said "I want to talk about this whole Hotwife thing. I know you're excited and we have been having a lot of fun with the fantasy. But I want to talk to you about both of our expectations with this before we have a misunderstanding and someone gets their feelings hurt."
I lay down and faced her. "That sounds reasonable. What's on your mind?" I had admitted my darkest fantasy to my beautiful wife of fifteen years. I loved reading about men who watch their wives have sex with other men while they were present. I don't know how I fell into this fetish, but I know I always think about it. It doesn't help that I think Kelly is super sexy. For some reason, I would love to to see my wife have sex as I watched and then reclaimed her as my own after. Just thinking about it was getting me hard.
Kelly put her hand on the one that was touching her hip. "Greg, is this just a fantasy? Or, do you really want this to happen? I've been playing along and having fun, but I'm starting to think you really want this. And, I don't know that I really do. Honestly, I don't trust that you want this. My gut says that if we did this, it's going to explode our marriage."
Kelly had cut right to the point. In all honesty, I felt much the same. But then I also knew that I wouldn't stop thinking of her sleeping with another guy. I didn't want to destroy what had been the best thing that ever happened to me. But I also know that I'm addicted to this fantasy.
"Yes, these things had occurred to me as well. I'm not crazy. I love what we have together. Honestly, you've been playing your part do well that I thought you were totally into it." I was confused and conflicted. How can I be disappointed and relieved at the same time?
She squeezed my hand. "I want to explore fantasies with you. You were brave enough to express it to me, and I want to make you happy. But, I need to know what you want to be real and what you want to be pretendl. You know, I got married to you so I wouldn't have to go through the whole dating awkwardness anymore. How do you think it would feel to find out that I can't get a date as a married woman? How sad would that be? They're so many reasons not to do this and not many to do it. You know?"
I chuckled at that. "Babe, you would have no problem finding someone to go out with you! Just saying... You're a total hottie!"
Kelly rolled her eyes. "You think I am, but I've had to kids. I'm almost forty. My care free college sex days are over. Please be honest. I need to understand what your feelings are. Describe to me what this all means to you. Please."
Woof! How do I describe something I desperately want, but am terrified of actually getting? "Well, you know how I sometimes feel like I get more enjoyment from you having an orgasm than having one myself? Or, how I get crazy turned on when you wear something sexy out on a date with me?"
She smiled. "Sure, that's called being attracted to your wife, silly."
I'm not explaining this right I thought. "Yes, of course. That's true. But let me put it this way. You know how you feel when you are on a roller coaster, and the car is about to go down that first drop? You muscles tighten up, your mind starts racing in every direction at once and then suddenly! Everything drops from underneath of you! You're weightless! Falling! All of your senses say that you're going to die! But, you know that you are safe as well. That's what the thrill of me just thinking about watching you have sex with someone feels like to me."
As I was describing my feelings she had sat up to look at me. "Wow. That is quite the way to describe your feelings. Keep going. We should probably cuddle." She pulled her t-shirt and panties off and motioned for me to come be near her.
I sleep in the nude so, I was more than ready. I slid over and our bodies met. Her breasts smooshed into my side. "I get caught up in the idea of watching you. Like, to the point that it's all I want. But, I'm not looking for you to be a slut for some guy. I just want to see it from outside of you and I having sex. I want to experience you being your sexual self. It's almost like a pride thing. Ok, let me put it this way. Once we were watching a show and a character you didn't care much for was putting the moves on a girl and you thought it was totally hot! Why did that make you feel that way?"