If you are looking for a tale of shame, move on. If you are looking for a story of humiliation, you will be disappointed. This is the beginning of a true story of exploration and sexual growth. It's not as explicit as some, but it is true and as accurate as I can make it.
Even when we were dating, my wife and I discussed her fucking other men. You see, my wife is a good Catholic girl, from a good Catholic family. That is until she met me...
Don't get me wrong. We had been together for quite a while before we finally made love... and for her it was the first time. And that was the problem. I had had several sexual partners before her. She had had none before me. I knew what I liked. She was just discovering what sexuality was all about. So, I encouraged her to explore. She would never truly discover what she liked unless she experimented.
Down below, I am not tiny, but not huge. Actually, I am distinctly average. However, my endurance is well below par. No matter what I do, I never last more than 2 or 3 minutes... and I have tried EVERYTHING... cock rings, creams, booze, pinching, you name it, but the result is always the same...
I love my wife, and I want her to be happy and satisfied even if it means her getting some on the side. It's not her fault I can't last. Besides, it's not like we don't eat out at nice restaurants... so she's not a world class cook, should I never eat a four-star filet mignon? Sex is only one part of our marriage, it does not define our marriage. I have always had faith that what we had outside the bedroom was much more important than what went on inside it.
We got married straight out of college. Not long after, I suffered a hip injury. It was bad... like I couldn't sleep through the night or put on my own socks bad. The doctors couldn't figure out what was wrong... I was going to physical therapy and popping pain pills like there was no tomorrow. Still, I found no relief. Needless to say, we had basically no sex life for the entire year and a half that I was in pain. This just furthered my belief she needed to find another sexual outlet. It eventually resolved itself, but a year and a half of pent up sexual desire made her much more uninhibited.
Shortly after I was healed, I went on a business trip. On one of my nightly calls home, my wife told me that she may have found a guy to 'act out that thing we had been talking about for a while.' I knew what she meant, but I wasn't really in a position to discuss it right then. I asked if it was ok to discuss it when I got home... or did she need an answer that night? She said the next night would be fine. Besides, it would give her some time to think about it rationally.
The next night, my wife picked me up from the airport. After the obligatory "How was your flight?" she jumped right into "So, do you want to continue the conversation from last night?" We hadn't even left the airport parking lot yet! This was no brief lapse in self control!
"Sure." I said and she began telling me what had happened.
The day before, as was typical, she had gone to lunch with some of her co-workers. Since there were only 3 of them going that day, John drove. John had a pick-up. Hence, when the whole group went (there was usually 5 of them) he didn't drive. However, with only 3 going, he took his turn. My wife, being the smallest, sat in the middle. It was a manual transmission, so she had to straddle the stick...
"He made a comment about liking his stick between my legs."
"Why am I not surprised?" I said.
"I am not sure he was joking."
"I see. Did that upset you?"
"No. Should it? Does it upset you?" she asked.
"Not at all."
"Actually.... I kind of got a little turned on by it..."
"And by a little you mean a lot." I laughed. "Otherwise you wouldn't have mentioned it."
"Ok. Fine. A lot." she confessed. "He acted like he was joking, but I think he was serious... it's not the first time he's said something like that."
"And...."
"And... I'd think I'd like to sleep with him if you still are ok with it. He's not my 'normal' type, but I find myself attracted to him... and our flirting gets me pretty excited."
"Like hot enough that two days later you're initiating this conversation..."
"Yeah." She chuckled.
"That's fine." I said. "There's just 3 rules: 1. Condoms are a must. 2: Nobody gets hurt. 3: There needs to be a light on (I saw a film on genital warts in college that still has me wigged out! If it's going in you, at least make sure it looks right!)"
"Other than those 3 things, have a blast!"
"Ok... but I still need to talk to him. Maybe he was just joking... Now let's get to bed. I want you!"
I laughed "You want him. I'm just here."
"Just shut up and do it. Don't talk!"
That's the kind of 'welcome home' I like!
She was still aroused enough the next day to actually discuss it with him. Low and behold, he was NOT just joking. What a surprise! As they discussed their mutual lust, they decided that they should act upon it. They set up a Friday night date. She wanted one-on-one time with him. She and didn't want to feel that she needed to perform or constantly worry if I was "ok" with what was going on. She just wanted to enjoy it. So, I made plans to head out with the guys and gave them some time alone. The idea was they would come back to our place after work, grab a bite, have some fun and be done fairly early. My wife asked that I stay out until 11:00 pm. Imagine my surprise when I showed up at around 12:30 am and his truck was still in the drive way and the bedroom light was off. I quickly called.
"Hey. What's up?"
"Um. Not much."
"You guys done?"
"Um. No. We've been playing the PS2."
"That's it?"
"Yes."
