We had been married for over 10 years. Generally things were going well other than the fact we could not have children. I am sure reading between the lines with my friends our sex life was much better than average. There was however one thing that often caused tension.
My husband (Bill) kept on coming back to the old question of wanting to see me with another man. I had no interest in doing so and was getting really fed up with it getting raised time and time again. I didn't want to go through the same old reasons as to why not. In desperations I decided I would agree to it but put so many conditions on it he would not be able to accept them.
The first condition I decided on was that he would have no say as to whom I slept with. I would be entitled to meet as many men as I wanted to, to select from. I thought this ought to be enough but decided I was not going to risk it. I added that while he would be able to watch he would be restrained so he could not get involved in any way, with a gag so he could not even say anything. I was beginning to get confident that he would refuse to accept the terms if he raised the issue again.
I had nearly forgotten the terms I had dreamed up when after a few drinks he popped the question. I had had a few and was bullish as I laid out the conditions and said I couldn't wait. The last bit was from a drunken confidence that he would back down. He was almost speechless and questioned whether I really would do it. I could not back down and said yes I would love to find a real stud and fuck his brains out. I challenged him saying after all this are you wimping out?
In the cold light of day neither of us were so bullish but also neither of us were going to back down. It was strange but now that I was faced with the possibility it would really happen I became very excited by it. I could not be blamed for almost anything that happened but it might be very sexy. I hadn't slept with anybody other than Bill for 13 years.
I had no idea where to start looking for my stud but the gym I attended regularly seemed a good start. I had a group of female friends at the gym who were always talking about the hunks they wanted to get to know better. I am sure it was nearly all hot air but started taking more interest. There was a small group of men probably ten years younger than me. I had only clocked them when I was aware that they were ogling me and possibly talking about me. Now I studied them very cautiously. Their bodies were huge and I did wonder about the use of drugs.
It was not only their chests and arms that appeared to be supersized. None of them wore any clothing that could disguise what they were packing in their Lycra shorts. I had never been interest in this before but now it became an obsession. I fantasized about how big these men were and what it would be like if they were large to have sex with them.
One of the ladies in my group had a partner who trained on the same days as her. When she started talking about what he saw in the showers I did not, as usual, zone out but listened intently. I couldn't make out who she was talking about when she said that his prick was apparently huge. I tried to tease out who she was talking about without sounding too enthusiastic. It was not until she referred to the fact that on this occasion it proved the old saying about black men. Only one of the men was black and I had thought he did look well proportioned but had dismissed it as stereotyping.
I was relieved to have identified a possible playmate. Then I realized that he might have no interest in me and that I had to work out how I was going to approach him. Having ignored the group of men for months this might not be so easy.
I told Bill I had found a possible "target". He got very excited and tried to get me to identify him. I refused to but did enjoy the best sex we had had in years that evening. He questioned me daily about who it was, but I held firm. Bill became more attentive than he had in years and I did consider doing nothing more than playing along without developing it further. It was at this stage that I had to admit to myself I wanted to experience another man particularly as it would be with no guilt.
My attitude to the group of young men at the gym now changed. I no longer ignored them and at times have to admit that I was a little flirtatious. I took to wearing a thong under by tight fitting leggings and on one occasion managed to even forget this. I felt energized and super sexy, something I had not felt for so many years. I was very careful to play little attention to Carl (the target) while talking to the group. This escalated over a few weeks. During these weeks the fact that I was getting lots of sex from my husband only increased my libido. Bill noticed it and even questioned whether I had done more than identify my "target". I think my answer put his mind at ease.
By now I had adjusted my gym visits to times when the boys were there but the girls were not. The boys always invited me to join them for a drink and with fake reluctance I accepted. I suspect that any half attractive woman would have been welcomed into the group. I was the center of attention and have to admit it I loved it. I thought I had forgotten how to flirt and play a group of men, but I was beginning to enjoy relearning the art. I played one randy man off against another. I did reflect that they seemed to be competing to win rather than competing for me. Again any half attractive woman would have probably sparked this feeding frenzy but I didn't care. I played at least slightly hard to get.
It did cross my mind that if I wanted to I could just accept any one of them if they asked me. Then I thought no I want to rise to the challenge and I had become quite excited by the idea of Carl. He was good looking build like the proverbial brick outhouse and clearly packing (I couldn't believe I was thinking this way). Of the boys he was probably the least pushy and most respectful (not difficult in this group).
Given this I knew that having given him no preferential treatment I would have to come up with a plan to separate him from the others. I was enjoying the game playing particularly as I felt like the puppeteer. I was empowered and loving the sexuality of the whole situation.
I gave Bill just snippets of information just enough to keep him on edge. I lied and told him that I was now considering three possible candidates. I gave little information but did drop in that one of them was black and probably very well hung. He pushed as hard as he could for more information and that night was like a man possessed.
I was so excited at the prospect of sleeping with Carl and risked playing my trump card. I added to the conditions I had laid out one final one. I gave Bill the final chance to withdraw consent when I added that if he wanted me to go through with it I was free to have sex with the "target" three times if I wished to.
For the first time I could see Bill become very uncomfortable about the agreement. I immediately backed down saying I would not progress matters, as I did not want to threaten our marriage. The whole deal was off. I was gutted I had become almost obsessed by the idea of fucking Carl, specifically Carl. I imagined being on top of him with his sexy chest right there and his cock buried so deep in me that he was rearranging my insides. I did something I had not done for many years and that was masturbating to orgasm enjoying fantasies of Carl, specifically and exclusively Carl.
