For those of you who are like me and enjoy knowing that an erotic story is true, rest assured that this one actually happened. It took place in October of 2002, and I still get a rush out of it. I'm not sure I'm up to another night like this one, but I'm sure glad to have lived it once.
So yeah, I returned to college a few years back, and last year I received a scholarship to go to a university that was over 100 miles away from our home. I moved on up to start school, but since my wife (I'll call her Kerri) was supporting us financially, we had to wait until she could get a job transfer in order for her to join me at my new school. I was actually living in a dorm at the time until an apartment became available for me. It was really rough because we are incredibly in-love and are best friends as well. I was driving home every weekend, and occasionally she drove up to see me during the week. The whole thing was very stressful, and we both were suffering from withdrawal from each other. Fortunately, we found that it was easy and cheap to Instant-Message each other online, and so we did a lot of that in the evenings. It allowed us to just chat about anything without having to worry about phone bills. Of course, she had a lot of friends around our town that she also began to message with at night while talking with me. These were people we both knew from ordinary life.
There was this one guy (I'll call him Sean) that she had known from amongst our crowd for some time, and she had developed a bit of a crush on him. Actually, she had developed a big crush on him. He did have a lot going for him, I must admit. He was built strong and had rugged good looks, and he was really intelligent as well. Add to that a sort of bad-boy air, and you have the makings of some real magnetism. We both had always considered crushes to be a normal part of life, even after marriage. We had decided from the start that crushes were okay within reason, and we always told each other about them. Thus, I was well aware of her crush on Sean and teased her about it from time to time.
On the night this event occurred, I was online with her, just chatting away. I had a big Genetics test the next morning and I was putting off studying for it. In fact, it was the mid-term exam, and I was so stressed about it that I was doing anything to avoid looking at the material. As usual, our chat session provided an excellent distraction. I was also feeling kinda horny and wanting to spice up the conversation. That's about when she mentioned that Sean was IM'ing with her as well. I asked her how that was going, and she said, "I think he's flirting with me."
That caught my attention, and I said, "Oh, really? Like, what's he saying?" She told me that he had started off kinda mild, with little complements, but now seemed to be testing the waters to see how she would react to more overt comments. I knew she was thrilled by it even before she told me she was, simply because I knew of her attraction to him. I felt a little jealous, him hitting on my wife, knowing I was out of town, but I also noticed that I was turned on by it too. So, I asked her if she would mind filling me in as the conversation moved on. She seemed to really like the idea, and so it began.
As their conversation was playing out, she was IM'ing me the play-by-play. She told me he was becoming more direct, saying things like, "You know, I've always thought you were really hot." And, "John sure is a lucky man." She also told me that she couldn't help it, she was flirting back and hinting about her own attraction to him. Again, jealousy combined with intense arousal. They went back and forth for a while, getting more and more direct as time went on. He had advanced to commenting on her tits and ass. She was loving it and telling him that she was very intrigued by him. Before long, she told me that she had confessed to him that she sometimes fantasized about sex with him, to which he replied that he had spent more than a few nights thinking about her. I asked her if she was excited by this conversation with him, and she replied with a "Hell, yes! Are you kidding?"
I got a sort of sinking feeling that my wife was moving ahead with this with more enthusiasm than I had bargained for. Oh, she was quite honest with me through the whole thing, and was constantly reassuring me that she wouldn't do anything with him and would stop the conversation immediately if I felt uncomfortable, but there was something troubling about the way she was telling me her part of the conversation well after she actually made her comments to him. So yeah, I felt uncomfortable, but the raging hard-on I had far outweighed the anxiety. I was dizzy with excitement at the thought of my faithful wife being so aroused and caught up in this moment.
I realized that she was as much a sexual being as she was before we married, and that really intrigued me. She was human and turned-on! I love her tremendously, so my thoughts were as much about how much fun she was having and how good she must feel as they were about how insecure I felt at that moment. Plus, I was more excited than I had ever been before in my life, and don't think that didn't confuse the hell out of me! I decided to live the moment and enjoy the thrill. Before I realized what I was doing, I had typed a message to her and hit send before I could change my mind. The feeling was like jumping out of an airplane. The message said, "FUCK HIM, FUCK HIM, FUCK HIM!!" It was such a rush to realize that I had sent it and I couldn't take it back.
She was surprised by this and very puzzled. She replied, "Are you serious?"
Once again, I typed and sent "Yes!" before I had a chance to chicken-out.
Despite the fact that I wanted her to say what she said, her reply really took me off guard, "Oh, John. That would be soooo cool! I'm so turned on thinking about it!"
I typed, "Then do it!"
She was totally freaked out. She typed, "Are you serious? Do you really want me to?"
I was caught up in this strange adrenaline game I had started. Again, before I could chicken-out, I typed, "PLEASE!!"
Still taken back, she typed, "Well, I'll think about it. It's a really exciting thought. I don't know if I could do it, though."
That comment took the edge off a bit, but she continued her conversation with him. They were both getting more and more straightforward. Finally she messaged me, "He wants to know if he can come over." I almost passed out when I read it. Her next message floored me. "Can he?" Again, I allowed myself no hesitation, no chance to question myself. I typed in bold caps, "YES!"
She typed, "Do you mean it? Can I have him over?"
