Can I save my wife from a bad influence?
We are all influenced by our experiences. From early childhood, our parents influence/teach us the basic foundations of life. As we grow, our friends, classmates, neighbors, coworkers, and others influence our way of viewing the world. Some have very little effect on our thinking, others profoundly influence our thoughts and actions.
When my wife, Cindy, turned 48 she announced she was tired of cleaning our four-bedroom 3500 square foot house and wanted to downsize. A couple of her fellow teachers had recently sold their homes and moved into much smaller residences.
At first, I was resistant to the idea. We had raised two kids in that house. I had invested a lot of sweat and hard work into maintaining it. The grandkids seemed to enjoy being there over the holidays, although my son's house was much larger, nicer, and newer. My daughter's home was older but sat on 5 acres and had lots of room for outdoor fun.
"Bill, all my friends say downsizing is the way to go. We'll save on utilities, upkeep, and yard work. Plus, we won't have to spend all weekend cleaning the house. We'll be able to enjoy ourselves more."
"But the memories, our neighbors, the family gatherings, how will we manage that in a condo listening to our neighbors blasting their TV?"
"The memories are in our heads, not the house. Most of our good neighbors have moved away. Robby and Mary can host the family gatherings from now on, and the place I like is a free-standing condo so no noise from the neighbors."
"No more yard work does appeal to me and a smaller place with a first-floor Master and laundry would be nice. But what about all of our stuff?"
"Honestly? It's just stuff. We'll give some of it to the kids if they want it. The stuff they don't want and we don't need can go to charity. I'm sure Mary and Tim will let you put all your tools into their barn."
I have to give her credit, Cindy found a really nice place for us. It had everything we wanted and was located near our work and not too far from the kid's homes. The builder called them "Cluster-Homes." About 150 free-standing units, all on clover-shaped cul-de-sacs. Each unit had a good-sized patio with privacy fencing. The community pool was huge and the clubhouse was well designed.
We had lived there for about five months when the unit next to us sold. The couple that moved in seemed friendly. We invited them over for dinner and 6 months later, Ted and Amy were our new best friends.
It turned out Ted and Amy were about ten years younger than us and had never had children. Ted was in sales and traveled a good bit and Amy was an associate professor at a nearby liberal arts college. She and Cindy often discussed her subjects while Ted and I talked about sports or current events.
After an evening of wine and food on our patio, Amy and Ted said good night and went home. As we undressed Cindy asked me an odd question.
"Bill, do you think I'm attractive?"
"Of course! You still look like you did in college. You keep fit and are always nicely put together. Most folks think you are still in your thirties. I think you're gorgeous!"
She smiled at me, "You have to say that, you're my husband."
I shook my head, "I've always been honest with you. You are beautiful and I'm always proud to have you on my arm when we go out."
"Do you think Amy is attractive?"
"Sure, she is trim and kinda looks like you. As you know, people often assume she is your sister. Why do you ask?"
"Well when I went to lunch with her today, these two guys came up to us and began to chat us up. I thought it was kind of weird because we were at a food court in the mall. Amy seemed very comfortable talking to them and was actually kind of flirting with one of them."
"Hmm, and were you flirting with one of them?"
"What? No! I mean, I talked to the guy, but it was just polite conversation like you'd have with any stranger."
"Okay, so why are you telling me this?"
"Well after the guys left, Amy said she wished she'd given him her phone number. I was shocked and she just laughed and called me old fashioned."
"Seriously? That surprises me."
"Tonight she told me Ted lets her "play away" when he's out of town. Has she ever come on to you?"
I gaped at her, shocked by this new revelation. Then I remembered she'd asked me a question. "Uh, no! Never. I mean, she has flirted a tiny bit, but no more than you do."
"Well, if she did come on to you, would you want to ... you know?"
"First off, I'm a married man, so no. Secondly, I'm sure Amy would have no interest in some old guy like me."
Cindy laughed, "From what she said today, I think you're wrong. I think she and Ted get up to some pretty crazy stuff sometimes."
She snuggled up to me as we got into bed. I had an arm around her and pulled her up for a kiss. She threw a leg over mine and began to press her pussy against my thigh. She whispered into my ear as she humped against me.
"I have to admit, all her sexy talk got me kinda worked up."
Her hand slid down my body and found my cock. She began to slowly stroke me while she nibbled on my ear.
"So, what did she say that got your motor running?"
"She talked about how much fun it is to be with someone new. To see a sexy man and just go after him. She said modern women don't have to just sit back and passively wait for the guy to make a move. Modern women can be the aggressors."
"And that turned you on? Thinking about going out on the prowl, finding a guy you like, and fucking him, just for fun."
"Well, maybe as a fantasy, but I could never really do that."
"But, apparently Amy can, and does, and you find that sexy, exciting, and maybe, it makes you a little jealous."
"Maybe, ... I mean, haven't you ever seen a sexy woman and fantasized about fucking her? What if Amy came after you, wouldn't you want to fuck her?"
"As a married man, I would never cheat and I would expect my wife to have the same conviction. If Ted came on to you, would you fuck him?"
"No, of course not! I guess there is nothing wrong with fantasizing about stuff like that, but I'd never do it ... unless."
"Unless?"
"Well, if we agreed, like they do, then I guess it would be okay."
"Are you saying you want me to agree to something like that?"
"Not really. I mean, Amy makes it sound so exciting, I guess I thought we could talk about it and tell each other how we felt. ... You're not mad at me, are you?"
"Mad? No, but I'm a little worried. I think Amy has more influence on you than you realize. She has gotten you thinking about things that could very well end our marriage."
Cindy clung to me, "Oh god, Bill! Don't say things like that! We were just talking. I swear I'd never do anything like that unless you told me to do it."
I relaxed a little and patted her back. Moments later she was riding me hard and calling out my name. I love the way she fucks me when she rides me cowgirl, but that night I couldn't help but wonder if it was my face she saw when she closed her eyes while grinding on my dick.
Over the next couple of weeks, I continued to worry about the influence Amy had on my wife. I liked Amy and Ted and enjoyed their company. I could see Cindy being drawn in by Amy. It showed in subtle ways, like when she would encourage Amy to talk about her wild friends and the stuff those gals got up to. Cindy's face would light up and she would giggle and snicker like a naughty teenager as Amy recounted her adventures. After each evening we hung out with them, Cindy would be wild in bed and tell me how she couldn't believe how crazy Amy's friends were.
"They're so free, they just do what they want to do without a care in the world. Amy says those women have a real zest for life and very understanding husbands."
I could see the lustful gleam in her eyes as she talked about them. "Cindy, we talked about this, I am not like those people. I love you, but I'm worried that you seem to be drawn to their lifestyle. Are you still happy being my wife?"
"What? Yes, of course! I love you with all my heart. I guess it's just kind of exciting to think about. Doesn't the thought of being with Amy or some other sexy woman excite you a little? I mean, as a fantasy?"
"I'm not a prude. Of course, I have fantasies, but I don't obsess over them. I enjoy being with you. You're still the girl of my dreams. I have no desire to be with other women."
She smiled and snuggled into me. "You're the best!"
Three weeks later we were at a Friday Night Pizza Party at the clubhouse. The social committee planned these little events for the residents. There were about 75 people in attendance tonight. The pizza, salad, and desserts were spread out on several tables. They hired a bartender to work the bar and the young man did not skimp on the booze.
The committee arranged a small dance floor on the clubhouse patio and a mix of music played from a couple of decent speakers. I was sitting with Ted discussing the upcoming games and enjoying a gin and tonic. Cindy was off talking to the ladies who organized the event. Amy walked up to our table.
"Okay, are one of you studs going to dance with me, or do I have to go looking elsewhere?"
I looked at Ted expecting him to respond to his wife's request. He just smiled and then gestured for me to go with Amy. I didn't want to dance, but I didn't want to be rude, so I stood and Amy grabbed my hand. As she pulled me along I watched her ass sway and marveled how women could get that much movement in their hips.
The machines played a slow song and Amy stepped into my arms. After a few moments, she snuggled into me and put her lips near my ear.
"Thank you for not turning me down. Ted is not much for dancing, but he doesn't mind me dancing with other men."
"Really? What about when you're out someplace nice, does he let you dance with strangers?"
"Yes, he likes to watch men approach me and ask me to dance. He sees it as a compliment for his choice of a wife."
"Hmm, well some of those guys might see that as an invitation to ask for more than just a dance."
She chuckled deep in her throat, "Oh yes, that happens pretty often."
"And what do you do when they suggest something more than just a dance?"
She leaned back and looked into my eyes, "Well, it usually depends on who's doing the asking. Usually, I just laugh it off, finish the dance, and go back to my husband."
"But not always?"
