A tale of introducing a little variety into a loving couples married life. He wasn't keen, but she was insistent. Could have turned nasty, but my regular readers know that I don't like unhappy endings.
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It was the speed that it all happened that stunned me. My wife, Jules, had only broached the possibility at breakfast that morning, and here we were, me perched nervously on the edge of bed, holding her hand like any loving husband might, while she lay there naked, panting, breasts thrusting out, and legs wide apart, with Henry, bloody Henry, about to plunge his eight inches inside her.
How on earth did I get myself into this situation?
Who's Henry?
Who am I?
Maybe I'd better go back a few hours.
Well, I'm Malcolm Letters, Malc to my friends, thirty-six years old, two more than my beautiful wife Jules, who I'd been married to for the last nine years. They'd been good years both financially and socially, and yes our sex life was pretty good as well. Got a bit stale perhaps over the last year or so I would have to admit, and that's where our, or maybe my problems started.
"We've got to be a bit more adventurous with our sex life Malc," Jules surprised me with at breakfast that morning as I was buttering my toast. "It's always been good. It still is good. But we need to spice things up a bit."
"Sounds fine to me Jules," I responded with enthusiasm, as I added a thick layer of Yummy marmalade, imagining the things that we could get up to, that till now she had drawn the line at. Sex in the park came to mind, as did some more adventurous role-playing. Visions of me with my hand up Jules's skirt in a crowded restaurant slipped through my brain, and even my favourite fantasy, for the pair of us to go ..... No hang on ---- No, even I wouldn't really do that one. Damn it though, I'd even try anal if that's what she wanted, though it'd never particularly appealed to me personally.
Then Jules announced what she actually had in mind, and I .... I .... Well I gulped. Not exactly what I had expected. Not at all. Damn it ---- Fair put me off my toast, it did.
"Jenny does it," my wife informed me, referring to her best friend. "And David doesn't seem to mind at all. Claims it's made their sex life so much better."
"I'm not David!" I reminded her. "I'm really not at all sure about this."
"Oh come on Malc," she chastised me with a giggle. "Any number of my friends are into it. It's no big thing these days."
SHIT! What was this bloody world coming to?
And that's how I found myself later that afternoon, sat there at home on tenterhooks, my stomach queasy, wondering how the hell she talked me round, while Jules, all dolled up, mini skirt and high heels and all, was down at the shopping centre on the prowl.
The shopping centre? Yes that's what I queried. But Jules assured me that that's where her friends went on a Saturday afternoon when they went looking for what they needed. I rang my pal Dave, that's Jenny's husband of course, and he must have thought I'd gone round the bend as I tried desperately to bring up the subject. For Christ's sake, how do you start a conversation like that? What do you say? How do you phrase it? How do you ask a guy if he can't fully satisfy his missus and she has to resort to ... Well to ...... Oh shit ---- I can't even put the right words down in writing! Fortunately my embarrassment was saved as he cottoned on to what I was on about.
"Oh," he laughed when he realised what I was trying not to talk about. "You mean Leroy!"
"Leroy?" I cried out in astonishment.
"Yes Leroy," he confirmed, apparently totally unconcerned. "At least that's what she calls him."
Well, the name Leroy conjured up only one possibility, and to be blunt, only one colour.
"This Leroy," I mumbled my words as confused as my mind by then. "This Leroy is ..... Well, sort of ....."
"Black!" Dave helped me out with. "Yup ---black as the ace of spades."
"And you're OK with that?" I queried.
"Why not?" he answered me nonchalantly. "Black, white, what's the difference?"
"Big I suppose?" I queried cautiously. Dave seemed to be incredibly relaxed about the whole thing, but even so, I didn't want to risk upsetting him.
"Bleeding huge," he grinned back. "Twice the size of my cock."
"Bloody hell," I muttered, more to myself than aloud, recalling from our showers after rugby together, that Dave didn't seem to be any slouch himself in that department.
"Don't you get jealous?" I went on. "Doesn't it give your male ego a bit of a bashing?"
"Did a bit at first," he admitted thoughtfully, no doubt thinking back a little. "But Leroy wasn't the first. Her first was called Tony. Jenny picked him up last year when we were in Italy on holiday and I have to admit I was a bit peeved when she bought Tony back to our hotel room without warning me first."
"That must have been difficult," I consoled him.
"It was," Dave sighed. "But she let me watch the first time and I quite got off on it. Hasn't worried me so much since then."
"How often?" I asked somewhat nervously, aware that once my Jules did it once, then by the sound of it, that wouldn't be the end of it. "Like, Jenny and this Leroy --- How often?"
"Not sure Malc," he responded, cleverly covering any jealously that he surely must still harbour somewhere. "Once a week or so maybe. I quite like to watch from time to time, but who knows what she gets up to when I'm not around."
"But Dave," I almost pleaded with him, desperately wanting to him think like a real man. "Doesn't that make you, like, well, like a cuckold?"
"I don't see it that way," he responded. "To be honest Malc, my Jenny seems to need sex more often than me, so Leroy sort of lets me off the hook from time to time."
Bloody Hell!
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My telephone call finished, I sat there, my insides turning, wondering how long she'd be before she came back, hoping that nothing would catch her eye, and she'd come back alone, empty handed as it were.
My hopes were dashed!
Not more than forty minutes after she'd left the house, her car pulled back into her parking slot and in she came, all smiles and giggles, her lovely blue eyes shining with anticipation.
