I married Helen more than 25 years ago and like many other married men at some point I began to fantasize about her having sex with other men. Thinking back on it I don't remember if my fantasies were first about Helen alone with another man, me watching her with another man or a full-blown threesome with another man. But when I first brought the topic up with Helen I talked about a threesome because I thought that would be least objectionable to her. At first she was surprised and skeptical that I would want her have another guys cock in her but eventually she came to realize that I was serious. We would lie in bed and talk about a threesome with another man and after a bit it seemed to get her excited and wet, in fact it seemed to me she would get wetter and more passionate when we talked about a threesome than at any other time.
Helen usually wouldn't say much when we first began to talk about sex with other guys, but eventually she admitted that she liked the idea of being made love to by two men and would consider doing it. At the same time she always had some objection to our actually carrying through with it. Everything needed to be just right and it never seemed that everything was just right. After awhile I thought maybe the chances would be better if she met someone on her own rather than our having a threesome so I started to talk about her fucking another man without me and eventually told her that it was okay with me and that in fact I wanted her to fuck another guy. I sent her off to high school reunions on her own and on two occasions it almost happened but again things didn't quite fall into place enough to suit her. Then this past summer Helen went off to Colorado to work at a summer camp where she met Saul and told me that she found him attractive, which I knew meant she'd like to fuck him.
Late one night she called waking me at about 1:00 am and said in a somewhat excited voice, "Are you awake? I have a surprise for you."
I was still drowsy, but opened my eyes and replied, "I'm awake enough. What's up?"
"Well, I'm really wet and I keep leaking all down my legs."
"What?" I asked, not quite awake and not getting what she was hinting at. "Why is that?"
"I fucked Saul tonight; twice," she blurted out. "I hope that you were telling the truth when you said that I could fuck other guys. Were you?"
Following is the story that I've written based on what she told me. Helen was in the kitchen alone about 8:30 PM when Saul came in. She had been working in the dinning room and had come out to the kitchen to clean up her coffee cup and put it away. She had her CD player with her and was listening to some Salsa music and practicing the Salsa step she had learned the other night. They talked a bit and then Helen walked from the kitchen into the dinning room to gather up her things. Saul followed her in and walked over to the door and locked it, reached over and switched off the lights, walked over to the large window and drew the shade and returned to the corner where Helen was. With the clouds outside pouring rain and the curtain of the large window drawn the room was dark and the corner they were in even darker. Saul came over to where Helen was standing. She wanted to ask why he had locked the door and drawn the curtain. She thought that she knew the answer and she too wanted the same thing but wasn't sure that she wanted to hear the answer spoken out loud. Almost without thinking Helen stepped toward Saul and put her hands on his chest as she moved her hips to the rhythm of the music. Quickly Saul wrapped his arms around Helen, pulled her body tight to his, leaned his head down and kissed her deeply on the lips. Helen's heart jumped, but she didn't pull away.