1
"I want to watch you fuck my wife," Eric suddenly whispered, as he stood next to me at the quiet end of the club's bar.
"You want to what?!" I sputtered in disbelief. If I hadn't just swallowed, I would have probably choked on my drink.
He moved closer and repeated, "I want to watch you fuck my wife," as I stood there dumfounded.
"What kind of a man says something like that to a casual acquaintance?!"
I thought.
"Or, to anyone, for that matter?! This guy is really drunk!"
"What's the matter?" Eric slurred. "Don't you like my wife? What the hell, you spend enough time dancing with her every weekend!"
I did like to dance with Roxanne, as well as a number the other women, at our town's little social club. You know the kind of place I'm talking about; one of those small town clubs with the big antlered animal splattered across its emblem. Anyway, there had never been anything more than dancing and innocent conversation between Eric's wife and me, and nothing more than small talk between Eric and me. I didn't even know the couple all that well! After all, I wasn't one of the town's natives. I had only moved there after taking my first job out of college. I liked to dance, Roxanne liked to dance, and Eric didn't like to dance. So, Roxanne and I got together, fairly often, on the club's dance floor on Saturday nights. That was all there was to our relationship. (Such was the social life of a young, single guy, who wasn't in any hurry to get married, in a small town that seemed to be full of desperate to get married, divorced and desperate to get remarried, and married women.)
"What's the matter, Alex?" Eric repeated indignantly. "Isn't my wife good enough for you?"
In truth, Roxanne was an attractive, mature lady. On top of that, she had a friendly, outgoing, vivacious personality. But, that wasn't really the point.
"Your wife is a very attractive woman, Eric," I said carefully. "But, I think you've had way too much to drink tonight."
"I'm not drunk."
"Then, where did this come from, all of a sudden?"
"Eric hesitated, then quietly admitted, "I've been trying to talk Roxy into it for a long time. This week, she finally said she'd do it. Besides, Roxy likes you."
"Your wife actually agreed to this?!"
"Yes."
"You're kidding?!"
"No, I'm not kidding," he answered smugly. "Well, Roxy's not exactly crazy about the idea, but she said she'd do it for me, just this once, to make me happy. Besides, I promised to buy her a really expensive pair of diamond earrings, if she'd do it for me."
"Unbelievable!" I sighed.
"What?"
"Nothing," I said aloud. "Listen, Eric, I'm really flattered that you asked me, but...."
"But, what?"
"But, this is really bizarre! I mean, you're talking about your wife, for crying out loud! How long have the two of you been married? Twenty years, at least, I'll bet! Listen, Eric, you really should think this thing through, all right?"
"Listen, buddy, I have thought this thing through," he answered. "Don't you think about it for too long, O.K.? You're not the only young stud in town, you know!"
"Yeah, that's true," I said. "Well, I've really got to get going, Eric. I have to get up early tomorrow morning. We'll talk about this again in private, O.K.?" I didn't really have to get up early the next morning, but I wanted to get out of the club A.S.A.P. that night!
"O.K., Alex, we'll talk about this again in private," he sighed. "But, I really don't know how you could pass this up. I know I couldn't, if I were in your shoes!"
"All right, Eric, I'll think about it, and we'll talk the next time I see you," I said. "Goodnight."
At that, I beat a hasty, and very early, retreat from the club.
"My gawd,"
I thought,
"Eric is really drunk! And delusional, as well! What a small town Saturday night this turned out to be!"
2
A few days later, I wasn't terribly surprised to run into Roxanne at the local supermarket. It was just too small a town to be able to avoid her, or Eric, for very long. It was obvious, from her deep, dark blush, Roxanne was embarrassed to see me. I mean, no one's blush is more prominent than that of a fair-skinned redhead.
As I've said before, Roxanne was a very attractive woman. She was a short, voluptuous (And, I don't mean fat!), dark-eyed, natural redhead. To me, she was one of those women who just get better looking as they get older. Somewhere in her forties, Roxanne had the big bust and wide hips of a mature woman, but the narrow waist and smooth, creamy-white skin of a girl. Her big, wide, dark eyes, wide smile, and bubbly personality added even more to her attractiveness. I had to admit, if she were younger and single, or maybe just single, I might have been tempted to chase after her.
"Hi, Roxanne," I said. "Did you get Eric home all right on Saturday night? It looked to me like he was really tying one on when I left the club." I thought to myself,
"Maybe that will put her at ease."
"Hi, Alex," she replied shyly. "Yes, Eric was pretty drunk. He never drinks that much!"
"I didn't think so. I know I've never seen him like that before."
I know," she said, as she blushed again. "Listen, Alex, I'm really sorry about what happened. It's just that...."
"Forget about it, Roxanne," I soothed. "He just had too much to drink, that's all."
"Thanks, Alex," she said with relief.
"Well, it was nice talking to you. Maybe I'll run into you and Eric at the club this weekend," I finished and continued down the aisle.
"There now, that wasn't so bad,"
I thought, as I went about my shopping.
I was surprised, however, when Roxanne approached me again in the supermarket's parking lot.
"Listen, Alex," she said, as she blushed a deep crimson yet again. "Eric really wasn't kidding with you on Saturday night."
"He wasn't?"
"No, Alex, he wasn't."
"What's going on, Roxanne," I said, after a moment's hesitation.
"I'll tell you what's going on," she gushed. "My husband is obsessed with seeing me have sex with another man! He's been bringing it up, almost everyday now, for months."
"Oh," was all I could manage to say.
"Wow! This really is crazy!"
I thought.
"Listen, Alex, can go somewhere and talk about this?" she pleaded, as she looked deep into my eyes.
"What...?"
"Can we go somewhere and talk about this in private? I really don't want to have this conversation right here in the middle of the parking lot."
"All right, Roxanne," I finally mumbled. "Where should we go?"
"I don't know," she hesitated. "Where can we go where we won't be overheard and no one will gossip about seeing us together?"
I thought about it, for a moment, and said, "How about the park? It should be quiet enough over there."
"Yes, that should be fine," she said with relief. "I'll meet you there."
Our little town had a large public park. I was sure no one would pay any attention to us there. As I drove over, with Roxanne following in her own car, I thought,
"Wow! This just gets crazier and crazier!"
Eric was somewhere in his late forties to early fifties. He kept himself in pretty good shape and wasn't a heavy drinker. He, also, wasn't one of the town's womanizers. You know how it is in small towns; pretty much everybody knows everyone else's business. At the time, I thought that kind of behavior, coming from a guy like him, was pretty strange. But, I have to admit, I really didn't know much about the sex lives of long-married couples, way back then.
"So, Roxanne, what's going on between you and Eric?" I asked, as we sat down on an isolated park bench. It was late spring and we were both dressed in jeans, so I doubted that anyone paid much attention to us just sitting together and talking for a little while.
"Well, it's like this, Alex," she hesitated, "For years Eric has been fantasizing about watching me have sex with another man." She blushed and said, "I've never done it, of course!"
"Of course not," I mumbled.
"It just that since he's been watching me dance with you at the club, he's become obsessed with the idea. It's almost all he ever talks to me about anymore. He's even trying to bribe me into doing it! He said he would buy me a really expensive pair of diamond earrings after I did it."
"I see," I answered, not really understanding at all.
"So, this week, I finally told him I'd do it, but he had to make the arrangements himself. I told him I wasn't about to just go out and proposition another man. After all, I am a respectable married woman!" her words tumbled out. "I really thought he would chicken out, 'once push came to shove'. Unfortunately, he didn't."
I see," I repeated. "So, what are you going to do now?"
"I don't know," she whispered, as her eyes welled up. "I love my husband. After all, we've been married for almost twenty-three years. But, he's obsessed with this thing and it isn't going to go away."
"Well, what do you want to do, Roxanne?"
"Well," she hesitated, "I was thinking that, maybe, if you came over to our house and we just made out in front of him for a little while? Maybe that will finally make him jealous enough to get this fantasy out of his head."
When I didn't answer, she continued, "We've played little bedroom fantasy games about this for a long time. Unfortunately, our little games don't satisfy him anymore. Anyway, I told him that you were the only guy I knew, besides my husband, that I would even consider doing anything with. I know you're a gentleman and that you don't kiss and tell."
"Well," I said, "I'm flattered, Roxanne, I really am, but you have to admit, this is all pretty crazy!"
"I know it's crazy!" she sighed through her tears. "My husband is crazy!"
"Let me think about this for a moment," I murmured, as I watched her dab her eyes with a tissue.
"I know what I'd really like to do!"
I thought, as I looked at Roxanne's well-rounded figure.
"Thanks for listening," she whispered. "It's really sweet of you, Alex."
"How about this?" I finally said, after I barely managed to push the thought of having sex with her out of my head. "Why don't you make him buy you those expensive diamond earrings right up front? If I were you, I wouldn't settle for anything less than one caret stones, each. The cost of those earrings should sober him up a bit!"
Roxanne laughed and said, "You're right, Alex! I should have thought of that! Seeing what diamonds like that really cost should bring him to his senses!"
"All right then, Roxanne! Take him to the jewelry store and see what he does when he sees the cost of those sparklers!" I laughed. "That should straighten him right out!"
