Hi, my name is Mary. I've been happily married for a number of years to Adam. We get along great and have a lot of fun together, but after years of marriage, our sex life had dried up a bit. It had gotten bad enough that I had actually considered scheduling it. I had heard some advice about making time for each other, but it seemed like that level of planning would make it seem more like a chore. A couple years ago, husband found a way to change that.
Adam had asked me to tell him some of my fantasies while we were making love. I didn't know what to say, and just sort of told him that all I needed was him, that he was my fantasy. As you can probably guess, he didn't believe me, but he dropped it since he could tell I wasn't going to say anything interesting. He asked me a couple more times before I finally told him some of my tamer fantasies. It felt really liberating to share them with my husband, and he reciprocated with some of his own fantasies. We lived out the ones that wouldn't get us arrested, and role-played a couple of the more daring ones as well. Not only did our sex life improve, but the increased level of intimacy and trust extended well beyond the bedroom.
After several sessions of this, I finally got up the courage to tell him that I sometimes fantasized about being with another man. One of our fundamental biological drives is to expand the genetic pool by introducing new partners, so it probably isn't any big revelation that I had this fantasy. Unfortunately, some relationships can't survive admitting it to their partner. Thankfully, Adam was excited about this fantasy of mine and immediately wanted to know details. What kind of man? How would I meet him? Etc. We role-played this one several times, even going as far as having him dress in different clothes and pick me up at a bar. That was a memorable evening.
One day while we were out taking a walk, out of the blue, Adam asked me if I would actually have sex with another man. I grew nervous, thinking that he was jealous and that our role-playing was leaking into our real life; this is what I was afraid of. I assured him that it was just a fantasy and that he was enough for me. He looked me in the eyes, I could tell he was a little nervous, and told me that if I wanted to, he would be alright with it, at least if he could watch.
I just looked at him like he was out of his mind. No way could I have sex with another man. I told him that it was just a fantasy and that I didn't want to have sex with anybody else. Even if I wanted to, I still wouldn't due to how complicated and confusing it could make things afterward. He told me that he understood, but that if I had second thoughts, I could tell him. He then dropped the subject, but I couldn't stop thinking about it.
Did Adam want me to fuck another guy? Was it something I just wanted to keep a fantasy? I liked the idea of having sex with another man, but it could get so messy. What if Adam got jealous? What if I developed feelings for the new guy? What if the new guy got weird and creepy? It seemed like the only thing in its favor was a night of sex, possibly not even good sex (who knows when it's somebody you haven't been with before). But the downsides were severe. I decided to just put this subject out of my mind. It didn't seem worth it; the fantasy was enough for me.
Unfortunately, the human mind doesn't always do what it's told. That night, Adam and I had sex and I couldn't keep from thinking of having sex with another man. We had a lot of fun that night, and I'm sure Adam understood the reason (he's very perceptive). It had become fairly routine for us to talk about our fantasies while making love, but this night I kept my thoughts to myself.
Soon I had become obsessed with the fantasy of having sex with another man while Adam watched. I had Adam setup a couple of cameras in the bedroom so he could watch me while I fantasized about being with another man and masturbated on the bed. Knowing he was watching, I tried all sorts of sexual positions with Chip (what we had named my vibrator). I even talked dirty to my imaginary sexual partner ("You're so big Chip", "Fuck me harder Chip", "Oh God Chip, I'm going to cum on your hard cock"). That was a fun evening, especially after he came back into the room wearing a wig and nothing else, telling me to call him Chip in a funny accent. I hadn't realized he had bought a wig and thought he looked a little silly at first, but soon realized it did help me visualize being with another man, especially when he went down on me and all I saw was the top of his head.
I still hadn't told Adam how much I was thinking about his offer. I was masturbating far more frequently than I normally do and it was beginning to interfere with other areas of my life. It soon became apparent that the only way I was going to get control of this fantasy was to go through with it, but what would Adam think of me? He hadn't mentioned it again; perhaps he realized it wasn't a good idea?
We were out walking again when Adam brought it up again. He mentioned that he noticed that I seemed to be enjoying the fantasy of other men more recently and wondered if it had to do with what we talked about before. I was embarrassed by his comment causing my face to flush; of course he knew. I had so many thoughts going around in my head, thinking about how to respond, that I didn't say anything for a couple of minutes. Adam took my hand and said that it was OK if I was interested in it, it's human nature to be curious about these kinds of things. He told me that he would love for me to have my fantasy fulfilled, that my happiness was his happiness and my pleasure was his pleasure. He was always a very considerate lover, so I believed him.
My head was still swimming with thoughts, mostly shouting "HELL YES," though there were a few more prudent thoughts banging about up there as well. He pulled us to a stop on our walk and looked directly into my eyes and leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips then asked me directly if I wanted to. I nervously shook my head yes. He kissed me again, longer this time, but not so much as to be inappropriate in this public place. He told me that I should start thinking about who I wanted to have sex with.
Crap, things just got real. Now it was no longer some anonymous guy; I had to find a real man that would have sex with me. How was this going to work? Did I have to use some dating site (please no)? Post a listing on Craigslist (absolutely not). Pick up some random guy in a bar (doesn't sound any better than Craigslist). How does somebody pick up a person for just a one night stand without having to worry about creeps, disease, and any number of other issues? I started looking on the Internet to get some tips. Based on what I could find (and it was hard picking through the icky stuff), it seemed that many women who had done this successfully found somebody they already knew, but weren't all that close to. I started thinking about all the men I knew but nobody came to mind.
Adam would ask me every couple days if I had thought of somebody yet. I appreciated that he was showing interest, but not being too pushy. He made it clear that it was my decision, though I did notice that he started bringing up different men that we knew in casual conversation more frequently (or perhaps I was just noticing it more). When he mentioned that Frank just got a new apartment about twenty minutes away, something lit up.
Frank and Anne were friends of ours from the old neighborhood. They had lived a couple of doors down and we had become good friends, barbecues, going out to drinks, theater, beach, even a couple vacations together. When we moved out of the neighborhood, we still kept in touch, though not as frequently. We enjoyed their company, but we always thought that they made an odd couple. They didn't seem to share the same interests and frequently complained about each other. It wasn't much of a surprise when they told us they were getting divorced.
I always found Frank very attractive. He had a very nice face and deep, soulful eyes. His baritone voice always drove me to distraction. I recalled Anne telling me that Frank was hung and was amazing in bed. I remember being embarrassed at the time (I hadn't shared that kind of personal information since I was in college, and it was weird talking about a friends husband like that), but I did think about it on occasion afterward. I might have even checked out his swim trunks when they were wet and pasted to his form when we would go to the beach together. I could confirm that he was impressive, though I wasn't sure how it compared when it was hard (was he a grower or a shower?).
Frank would do. I know that I caught him on numerous occasions checking me out, especially when I was in my bikini or other revealing clothes, so I figured that he might be willing. I nervously told Adam that I thought Frank might be a good candidate. Adam laughed and told me that he was sure that Frank would be more than willing. Apparently, Frank had made comments before about me to Adam when I wasn't around. He asked me how I wanted to handle getting him to bed.
How does one go about this? I pretty much threw out asking directly. I thought that would just make things awkward and feel more like a job than something sexy. If I was going to have sex with another man, I wanted to be seduced. Adam agreed and said that I should invite him over on some other pretext and then try to get him to seduce me.
After a week or so of plotting, Adam and I came up with a plan. We would unscrew the latch on the slider door for our bedroom that went out to our private balcony so that the door wouldn't lock. Then I would call Frank and tell him that Adam was away on business and ask if he would fix the lock. I would wear something sexy, but not sleazy, and hopefully, encourage him to seduce me. Adam would place cameras around the room and hide out in our finished loft over the garage that he used as an office, watching us from his computer.
The night we decided on arrived and I became very nervous. It was exciting while we were planning it, but now that we were about to set the plan in motion, I became apprehensive about being able to go through with it. What if he doesn't want me? What if I embarrass myself? What if Adam no longer respected me tomorrow? Seeing how excited he was, I chose to keep my feelings to myself, but I think Adam could tell I was worried. He made us a couple of drinks to help take the edge off. I could tell that he gave me a double, but I appreciated the liquid courage. I did want to do this, I could think of nothing else all week (I was not very productive at work). I was sure that once things got started, I would calm down a bit.
Adam setup the cameras around the room in discrete locations (amazing how well they blended in unless you were looking for them) and showed me the view from each and told me he wanted a good show. He handed me the phone and told me it was time. My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest and my hand shook while I tapped out Frank's number. When he answered the phone with his deep and sexy voice, I hesitated.
After a moment, Frank asked, "Hello? Is anybody there?"
When I responded, my voice broke. I tried to cover up my nervousness with a cough and then said, "Oh sorry, hi Frank, this is Mary."
"Oh, hi Mary! It's been a long time since I've heard from you guys! How are you and Adam doing?"
