Author's Notes: Brand new story. Please tell me what your thoughts and feelings are. I'll welcome all constructive feedback and suggestions too. Thanks for reading.
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I'm Victor. I'm 27 years old and work as a game developer for a small company. I'm happily married to my 26 year old wife, Megan, who is a university student working on her Master's Degree. We tied the knot about a year ago. We were practically high school sweethearts.
To say that I'm lucky is a huge understatement. She was not only my high school crush, but she was also one of the most popular girls in high school, as well as in university. Furthermore, she is so good at pleasing me, in every possible way. For instance, she always sucks and swallows, even if she wasn't in the mood for sex! So why did she agree to go on a date with me to begin with? I'll probably never fully understand. However, one thing I do know is that I nailed the first date out of the park. The rest is history, so to speak.
Megan has arguably been popular for her looks, but she's also, in my totally unbiased opinion, the most approachable person I know. She'd never put on airs about herself, nor did she like to cause any drama. She'd always been supportive of me through my ups and downs, so I could practically tell her anything, except I didn't. Not for almost the entire time that I had been with her.
This thing, which I'd struggled all my life to admit, was my fetish. I am a cuckold. In other words, I like the idea of seeing or knowing that a loved one is sleeping with someone else. Maybe this was developed because of certain events that happened while I was growing up. Regardless, I'd kept this side of me a secret, for good reason, until I decided to drop some hints about it.
I first revealed to her how I felt about my dad cheating on my mom. The experiences have been very painful, especially when I saw my mom cry. Megan responded by consoling me, namely by telling me she loved me. When I asked her why, she simply stated that love doesn't have to have one reason. She then proceeded to list out all the other reasons why she loved me. None of them had to do with my money, or lack thereof. So it was very clear that she wasn't ever going to cheat on me.
I decided to change strategies by asking her what she thought about swinging couples. Her answer was vague. On one hand, she believed that the concept could work for some couples. On the other hand, she didn't indicate whether or not she was open to it. When she inquired why I brought it up, I told her I was 'just curious'. I don't think she was satisfied with that answer, but, to her credit, she didn't pursue the matter further.
Growing up, I had several good friends. At the top of that list was Kev, who was always reliable. He was also my first black friend. Though we were initially science project partners, we eventually blossomed into something else. We later hung out together everyday, and we always helped each other at school. He was actually the one who encouraged me to ask out Megan, after I told him about my feelings about her. I'll never forget what he said that day.
"Okay, listen man. Megan may or may not be out of your league. That doesn't matter. You need to ask her out and see what happens. Who cares if she rejects you? I can bet you hard cash that you'll be glad you tried. Thinking about what could've been is the worst, man."
Despite how solid of a guy he was, his former girlfriend, Kailie, made the fatal mistake of sleeping with another guy on one drunken night. As a result, he was broken hearted for a good chunk of time. I really felt for him, and wanted him to know that I'd always have his back, like he always had mine.
This somehow got me thinking about something weird. I began fantasizing about Megan and him sleeping together! I don't know why I continued to think about it!
At work, I thought about the ways I could somehow convince the two to do it. At the same time, I was very much aware of the possible consequences, including a ruined marriage. Still, she had to know at some point. I hoped that my wife might one day be open to the idea of being a swinger. If not, well, that's okay.
At home, Megan and I had sex. Part of it involved me imagining that I was Kev, as twisted as it may sound. I really wondered how she'd react to him pounding her! The contrast of his skin with hers' was really taking flight in my imagination. At some point, I kind of got distracted.
"Hey baby? Is something wrong?" she asked.
"Oh... I don't know. I just don't know." I stammered.
"What is it? You know you can tell me anything."
"Oh god...I love you...but..."
"But...?"
My heart was racing like crazy. My sweat was coming out of me like I had been working out.
"I have a problem with myself, and I don't know how I can talk about it."
She hugged me tightly and whispered, "Tell me, sweetie."
"Alright... the problem with me is that... I have a fetish about something..."
She stayed silent, as if she was holding her breath. I think I was holding my breath too.
"..and that something is... about... you." I drawled.
"Me?!" she interjected wildly.
"Please don't hate me, but I'd like to see you with someone else."
"Wait, you mean you want a divorce?"
"No no no, not like that! Not a divorce. I mean, you sleeping with someone else."
I couldn't even look at her as I said this. It didn't help that she said nothing for a good few seconds.
"Okay, I think I get it. This is related to what you were talking about the other night."
I nodded sadly.
"Yeah, I don't know what to say. Really."
"Are you... disappointed? Upset?"
"No, no I'm not. I think I just need to make sense of what you said."
"I'm so sorry, babe." I wailed pathetically.
"No... don't be sorry. I'm...glad you told me."
For the first time, there was a loud silence which seemed to permeate our home. I was so afraid that our relationship was damaged beyond repair. That is, until she addressed it a couple of days later.
"Hey babe?" she paused. "I think I understand."
I countered, "What do you understand?"
"I understand what you want. My question is, do you think I'll actually be able to help you?"
"What do you mean?"
She hesitated, "I mean, if I do something, with this other person, would this help with your pain?"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing! I didn't know if she was being serious or not.
"Is that a real question?"
She sighed, "Maybe it is. Maybe it isn't."
"I guess I'd like to see you try." I retorted. "But really, I don't want you to feel pressured into doing something you're not comfortable with."
"When I married you, I said I'd do anything for you."
