Making Hubbys Secret Desire Come True

I've been married to Jack for a couple of years now and it's been great. A few minor tiffs but otherwise we get on well, interested in what each other is doing, share some interests and the sex if pretty good too, although like most things, it could be better.

Anyway, we live quite a comfortable life. Jack works in the city with a pretty decent wage. I work part-time for an up-market estate agent, showing potential buyers properties as and when needed. We live in central London in a two-bedroomed apartment. Not huge but it's a good starting point, and when we have kids we'll probably move to the suburbs. Overall we consider ourselves pretty lucky still being relatively young - I'm twenty six and Jack's a couple of years older.

One day Jack asked if it was OK for an old Uni pal, Simon, to come and stay for a couple of days. He lives in Manchester but was coming down for one of those intensive interviews - a meet the team buffet and a couple of interviews. Of course I said yes, although I'd never heard Jack mention Simon before.

I didn't really know much about Jack's university life. I knew he went to the London School of Economics, which was pretty impressive. With a start like that perhaps it wasn't so surprising that his career had taken off so quickly and successfully. It was, after all, mainly his money that allowed us to live in central London.

Simon was due to arrive a couple of weeks later, on a Wednesday, stay for two nights and then back up north again. I quizzed Jack about him. He said they were on the same course, socialised a bit but didn't go into any detail. I didn't really think anything more about it and Simon duly arrived around lunchtime on the scheduled data. I made sure I was home to let him in. In the evening he would be going out for the informal team buffet, or trial by sherry.

When I opened the door I had a bit of a shock. He was black. Not that that mattered, it was just that Jack hadn't mentioned it, although why should he? He was quite striking in appearance. Probably six two, pretty handsome and judging by the way his jacket fitted it suggested a well-developed body underneath. I quickly recovered, welcoming him in. Showed him his bedroom while I made coffee and a bite to eat.

I had a house viewing later but not for a couple of hours so we sat and chatted. Time flew by and he was easy to talk to and inevitable the conversation turned to Jack and their time at Uni. According to Simon they were the best of mates and 'did everything together'. I said flippantly, 'What, even girl friends?', expecting a quick denial, but he just laughed nervously and tried to change the subject, although my interest was piqued by this time. I tried to provoke him and it worked to a degree. I said, 'Did you have threesomes or something?' laughing nervously myself. He said something like, 'No, not really', but try as I might, he wouldn't elaborate, just deflecting the question and said he shouldn't have said anything.

Time caught up with us and I had to leave for the house viewing so I left him to it. When I got back a few hours later the flat was empty. Jack would be back soon so I prepared something to eat.

When Jack got home he asked if Simon had arrived so I filled him in about him being out. I was tempted to quiz Jack about Simon some more but I could hardly ask, 'Did you and Simon share girlfriends?'. And even if they did, it was none of my business now. Whatever they got up to before we met didn't really concern her, but secretly it did. It seemed there was something about Jack that she didn't fully understand, but it would probably be best to let sleeping dogs lie, so I didn't say anything at all, talking about his day, the viewing, plans for the weekend. Anything except Simon and his time at Uni.

Simon got in around ten and, after asking how his trial by sherry went, I made my excuses to leave them to catch up on old times.

Lying in bed, my mind kept returning to what Jack and Simon could have got up to at Uni. Something to do with girlfriends but not threesomes! Jack is pretty handsome, one of the reasons I was so attracted to him, and I knew he'd had a number of girlfriends before me. Probably more than he's led me to believe and, truth be told, I was a bit jealous of those other women. I'd slept with eight guys, including Jack. Not that many I didn't think. So what did they get up to? My thoughts were soon disrupted by Jack climbing into bed, but after a quick cuddle we drifted off to sleep.

The alarm woke me. Jack was an early riser, wanting to be in the office by eight at the latest. I had a couple of viewing in the afternoon so I snuggled down, trying to work out what Jack and Simon had got up to.

About nine-thirty I got up, showered and put the coffee on. Simon appeared soon after. I'd heard him in the shower too and he look pristine, all ready for his first formal interview later, which, I found out, was early afternoon.

We chatted some more and returned to their Uni days. Bit by bit I broke down the barriers, and what he said took me by surprise as it was a bit kinky to say the least. Apparently it started as a bet. Jack was seeing this girl and in a drunken night out Jack bet Simon that he wouldn't be able to bed Jack's girlfriend. Simon must have seen the shock on my face and said he'd said too much, but I persisted.

'Well, did you?' I asked him.

Reluctantly he said, 'Yes'.

'And then what happened'.

'Not a lot. They split up a few weeks later.'

'And?', I persisted.

'I shouldn't really be telling you this. It was years ago. We were immature students having a laugh.'

'Was that it then? You managed to seduce his girlfriend and won a drunken wager?'

He didn't answer straight away so I knew there was more.

'Well, it happened again, with his next girlfriend. It was just a game. He was, still is, good looking, confident, and managed to get girlfriends quite easily.'

I had a pang of jealously at this point. After prompting, more was revealed.

'It became a thing between us. He'd get a girlfriend and challenge me to sleep with her. Call it a social survey in women's behaviour, you know, do all women cheat, but Jack suspected it was a black thing. I've no idea really.'

'Were you always successful?'

He looked a bit uncomfortable but nodded, adding, 'Except one girl. She was some kind of racist I think. Not a very nice woman and Jack dumped her straight away.'

My mind was racing. Simon was pretty dishy so I could easily see why women would fall for him. If I wasn't married then perhaps I could be tempted too. I quickly put the thought out of my mind. 'So how long did this go one for?'

'About eighteen months, or thereabouts. It started during our second year and continued through to the end, although as time went on, Jack didn't challenge me as such. We both just took it for granted that, you know, I'd try it on with his girlfriends. Occasionally he'd ask whether I had or not but, as I said, he took it for granted that I had.'

I was shocked but perhaps it was the behaviour for testosterone charged male students. I wasn't sure how I felt. Jealous of Jack for having what sounded like plenty of girlfriends, disgust for his perverted behaviour but also slightly turned on by what they did, and I thought back to my own student days and wouldn't it have been pretty exciting to have a boyfriend and being seduced by one of his mates, particularly one as good looking as Simon.

'Anyway, it really kind of you to let me stay. When Jack found out I had an interview he just invited me. I did say the company would pay all my expenses but he was pretty insistent that I come and stay. You never know, should I get the job, perhaps you'll see a lot more of me?'

We laughed slightly awkwardly as inuendo sank in. Seeing more of his body did seem appealing but I fought hard to dispel that image.

'Anyway, about time to go and face my future employers', he laughed before making his way out, calling back, 'I'll treat you both to dinner tonight. Assume that's OK? Cheers,' and he was gone.

I did my usual round of tidying up, a bite to eat and then off for a couple of viewings, although I was distracted, my mind going back to my earlier conversation with Simon.

I got back about six and Simon was already there, and Jack came in half an hour later. Simon said he'd booked a nearby Italian restaurant. I got ready. I looked into the mirror I smiled inwardly, thankful to my mother for passing on her good looks. My friends were often jealous. My good points were my green eyes, smooth skin and a decent set of white, even teeth. On the negative side, a few freckles on my slightly upturned nose and dimples when I smiled, although Jack insisted these made me look sexy. I suppose I was also lucky in that I didn't have to use too much make-up, a little blusher, eye-liner and eyeshadow, green of course. I would often, much to Jack's irritation, get my eyebrows done professionally, my nails too. I brushed my long auburn coloured hair, deciding to let it hang down naturally. Finally I selected some matching jewellery and a pretty black dress. My underwear was, typically, pretty skimpy and it makes me feel sexy and feel good about myself. And Jack liked me to look sexy too. It makes him feel good to have an attractive woman on his arm. Jack smiled when he saw me and Simon gave me an appraising look.

We walked to the restaurant and I drank a bit too much wine so I wasn't really listening to the boys. Not that there was anything to miss. It seemed to be mainly about Uni friends and what they were up to now. Afterwards we, or I, staggered home with a handsome man on each side, making sure I didn't teeter over.

It was still early but Jack is an early riser so after a coffee we went to bed. Thursday night is usually when we make love so I was looking forward to it, but when I started to get Jack aroused he said he didn't want to as Simon might hear. I must admit, I can be quite noisy and so can Jack so reluctantly I agreed. We could make-out Friday night instead, and again several times over the weekend. Overall we had a pretty good sex life - three or four times a week - and Jack was a considerate lover, always making sure I was satisfied.

Jack was soon asleep, but I was mildly aroused (like Pavlov's dogs that salivated when food was anticipated, but I had been salivating for sex, so to speak). Not surprisingly I went over everything in my head that I had learnt about Jack in the last couple of days.

I thought hard about whether Jack had ever shown any kinky behaviour, whether he had ever mentioned threesomes, unfaithful partners, voyeurism, and so on. As mentioned, we do have a great sex life and that includes a few toys, and I remembered the very first one, a realistic dildo, which we still have and use. At the time I thought it was odd to buy a black one but Jack said that was the only colour they had in stock. I didn't question it at the time and I rarely get to see it as it's used in places that are usually out of sight, for me at least. But perhaps Jack did have something about white women being with black men? Indeed Simon had hinted at something along those lines.

We've never watched porn together. Perhaps I should look at his browsing history, but I didn't think that would reveal anything. He'd probably delete it if he did watch it.

I did recall some of these sex surveys in magazines, and I remembered that, at the time, some of the findings surprised me, if indeed they were genuine. The most startling one was that something like two-thirds of all men fantasied about their wife having sex with another man, but there's obviously a difference between fantasy and reality. Another was that most women would cheat if they knew, 100%, that they would get away with it, although I'd never considered cheating. As I thought about it, perhaps I could be tempted too but the risk would be too great, but what if Jack didn't mind. Would I then?

One of my own fantasies also crept in, and that was having sex with a black man, ideally with a big cock, but that was probably just a fallacy. It had always been on my bucket list before I met Jack, but now I'd said my vows, that was the end of it.

The last thought was what Simon had said about Jack insisting that he stay with them, even though his hotel and other expenses would have been met by the company he hoped to work for. Did Jack deliberately invite his so that Simon could seduce her? Is that what Jack wanted? Or perhaps, not actually wanting to know as sometimes not knowing could be even more thrilling. Did she, or didn't she? I was getting quite wet between the legs by this time and I used my fingers to gently touch myself. Why had Jack said no earlier? We could have done it quietly! It took ages, but I did eventually drift off to sleep.

The alarm woke me in the morning. It took a while to focus, the wine the night before not helping. I was thinking about the day ahead. An early viewing at nine-thirty so I'd have to leave by eight forty-five. Jack would be out the door by eight, probably a bit later as, according to Jack, Fridays is like the Marie Celeste in the office, and Simon had his final interview this morning before heading back. So, if Jack had secretly planned a clandestine liaison between Simon and me, then he had miscalculated, and despite by wayward mind, cheating on Jack wasn't on the agenda.

I got up and dressed while Jack used the shower. I made coffee and put some bread in the toaster. Jack came down and ate a couple of slices. As Jack was about to leave, Simon appeared, dressed but not in the interview finery, but that was still a few hours away.

Simon was thanking Jack for letting him stay as I discretely nipped to the loo., and I wondered how their conversation was going. I blushed as I imagined Jack asking Simon, 'Well, did you get into her knickers?', and Simon smiling back, 'What do you think?'. I was rubbing myself furiously when Jack called out, bringing me back to reality. I quickly adjusted my clothing and went to say my goodbyes to Jack. Something we've always done. An exchange of 'I love yous', and a quick kiss, perhaps briefer than usual as Simon was still there, adding, 'I'll be going myself in a few minutes.' Indeed, time was flying by, with Jack leaving later than usual and myself with an unusual early start (most viewing were from lunchtime through to early evening).

With Jack gone, Simon expressed his thanks and wished we'd been able to spend more time together. He was standing just a few yards away. He towered over me. I was still in my barefeet and was only five-three so he was almost a foot taller. And I felt his eyes drop and linger on my breasts and lower down, as if he was imagining me naked, and my insides tingled. He added that Jack was a lucky man to have met someone as beautiful as me. Jack had always complemented me on my looks, indeed I noticed men would often look as I passed so I knew I was reasonably attractive. I tried to keen in shape, going to the gym several times a week, so my body is pretty well toned, although my breasts aren't as big as I'd like them to be. 'A good handful', Jack would often say when I complained about them.

Anyway, time to leave and Simon would be leaving too shortly. I told him to leave the keys on the table and pull the door to. We had a brief hug, and his body felt pretty firm under his clothes. The hug lasted a few seconds longer that it should. Was that him or me, or both of us? We reluctantly parted, grabbed my handbag and left.

I got to the Underground and waited, thinking about 'What might have been' if Simon had been staying longer. Did Jack really want her to go to bed with Simon? The thought was very appealing, but it was too late now.

The journey seemed to take forever and when I emerged at my destination my phone pinged to say I'd received a message. I cursed as I read it. The estate agent saying the viewing had been cancelled. I wondered what to do. I needed to return the keys to the office, but that was thirty minutes away. I decided to go home, tidy up and return them later, or tomorrow. I texted back, 'Message received. Will return keys when next in the office'.

So, an hour after I'd left, I was back home. I needed the loo and went into the bathroom and had the shock of my life. Simon was standing there, towel in hand drying his hair. I gasped and Simon looked up. God his body looked fit, glistening with water and, my eyes automatically dropped to what looked like a pretty meaty dick. He moved to cover himself up and I guiltily looked up. A slight smile suggested that he knew I had been staring at his manhood, and I blushed.

'Sorry, I didn't know you were still here,' I stammered as I turned around. And, as an afterthought, I added, 'There's one of Jack dressing gowns on the back of the door you can use if you like'.

I made my escape, my heart pounding. He was still here! He'll be gone shortly I reassured myself, and decided to make some coffee.

A few minutes later Simon walked into the kitchen. I couldn't help but laugh, and Simon joined in. He looked ridiculous in Jack's dressing gown. Simon was broad shouldered so he was exposed from the neck down to virtually his waist. The belt was pulled tight, just covering his lower parts, but being taller it was only mid-thigh length, and then my eyes lingered, a tent sticking out as if something was pointing out at half-mast. I pulled my eyes away to see Simon watching me. He smiled as he deftly released the belt and with a shrug of his shoulders Jack's dressing gown dropped to the floor.

My heart with thudding and my brain was filled with a string 'Oh my god, Oh my god, Oh my god, Oh my god . . . '. I gawped at his beautifully toned body. Muscles in all the right places, glistening in the light, and then his cock. 'Oh my god, Oh my god, Oh my god . . ' all over again. It wasn't fully erect but was pointing out at forty-five degrees, and looked as if it was as big as Jack's when he was hard, and then another thought came to me; 'And Jack wants me to have sex with him? With that. Fucking hell, that would be no hardship at all'.

I looked up and Simon was smiling as he took a step towards me. I looked down and up again and each time he came a step closer, my heart pounding even faster, and then he was just inches away. I looked up. He towered above me. He bent to whisper something in my ear and took one of my hands. The next thing I know my hand is wrapped around his cock and Simon is whispering, 'Are we going to make this happen then?'

I couldn't think straight. His cock was hardening which I realised I'd been gently massaging. He smelt clean and fresh, his muscled chest, his dark skin glistening and my mind racing with, 'Oh my god, yes, fuck, shit, I mustn't, but Jack wants it too'.

He bent close again. I could feel his hot breath on my neck sending shivers down my spine. He took my other hand and placed that on his cock too, which was now pointing upwards, my fingers caressing his hardening manhood. It felt very impressive and began to think that maybe it was true about black men. And then I wondered what is would feel like to have it inside me. My knees were going weak at the knees.

'Well?', he insisted gently. I looked up, unable to speak but I nodded uncertainly. He smiled and lifted my up, a lightweight in his powerful arms. I flung my arms around his neck and our mouths were inched away. He leaned forwards, lips slightly apart, and then we were kissing passionately, our tongues entwined and he turned and made his way to the bedroom. At first I assumed we'd go to the bedroom he's been using but he veered off into my bedroom. The one I shared with Jack, my beloved but kinky husband. I went to insist that we use the spare bedroom but I was really aroused, his cock seeming to bounce around, prodding me in the crotch as he walked and I thought, 'What the hell. It would probably excite Jack even more if he thought we did it in the marital bed', so I just continued to kiss Simon until we reached the bed.