"So this is the shit you're into? Writing fantasy stories about having bisexual sex with a couple named Dave and Beth?"
I had walked into the kitchen where my wife, Alana, was sitting in front of my laptop. She was reading through the multiple stories I had written about my exploits with just Dave as well as my time with Dave and Beth.
"It's not fantasy. Everything you are reading is true," I said.
I knew this day would come and I had long ago made up my mind that I wouldn't deny what had happened with Dave and Beth. Hell, my time with them and alone with Dave, was some of the best I'd had in years.
Alana sat in silence trying to wrap her head around what I had just told her. She looked confused, but not angry.
"I am only human," I continued. "You shut me off physically and I needed a release. I began looking at chat rooms and that's where I met Dave. We hit it off and agreed that we would be friends with benefits. Then Beth caught us. Literally caught us in her bed. Turns out she was into watching us and eventually joined us."
"Did you fuck her?" Alanaa asked.
"No"
"Did you fuck him?" she asked hesitantly.
"No, everything between us was strictly oral. It's all there on my laptop. I wrote in great detail what happened and how I felt about it."
"I haven't read all of them. I just read about her catching you two blowing each other. You ate her pussy?"
"Yes, I did."
Alana turned back to the laptop and continued scrolling. I could sense her confusion, but I didn't speak. I wanted her to drive this long awaited conversation.
"There's like five stories here. You've done this five times?"
"I think you need to read the stories to understand," I replied as I started to walk away.
"No, you need to sit with me while I read them." she said. "Which one is first?"
I showed her the order and sat back while she began to read. She started with the first story about my friend's brother Tom jerking me off one night and eating my cum off his hand. She sat expressionless as she moved onto the next story. This story detailed me giving and receiving oral with a guy for the first time. Again, this was with Tom and it explained my first taste of another man's cum.
"You wrote that you and Tom blew each other over a period of two years?"
"All true," I said bluntly. "When you decided that we weren't have sex any longer, I thought about my times with Tom. I watched gay and bisexual porn and realized that I wanted to experience a cock again. Read the next story to see where it goes."
Alana continued onto the next story which described my first time meeting Dave. How we drove to a parking lot in his Suburban and proceeded to blow each other. My words described my love for swallowing his cum and having it splatter on my face.
"Wow, I had no idea," she said. "This is shocking to say the least."
What was missing from her statements was anger. She didn't seem angry at all. Surprised, yes, but that was it. It was a strange reaction for someone just finding out that their husband was messing around with another guy and his wife.
Alana finished the last story and sat in silence again. She now knew that I had eaten Beth's pussy and sucked Dave's cum down my throat on multiple occasions. Yet, still no anger.
"So you don't seem angry at all. Is our marriage so far gone that you just don't care?" I asked
"No, not at all, I guess I'm just stunned and I don't know what to say." she said. "I mean, what's strange is that I'm really only mad about you licking another woman. I find the rest oddly empowering. I have to admit, your stories about Tom are arousing. The thought of the teen-aged you blowing your friend is hot."
Not at all what I was expecting to hear. I just told her I cheated on her with a guy and his wife and she responded that it is hot that I blew someone 30 years ago. Now I was confused, but decided to play along.
"It was hot, and I really liked the experience. It basically led me to blowing Dave too."
"It said in one of your stories that you wanted me to tell you and Dave what to do in bed, why?
"I guess I want you to be part of it," I responded. "Look, I still fantasize about you when I jerk off..."
"Really?" she interrupted. "What do you think of?"
I'd never been totally upfront with her about my sexually fantasies. Perhaps that is why we've been sexless for so long. I was always afraid she would see me a sexual freak.
"You know, just making love and the normal stuff," I said
"I don't believe you. Based on what I just read, your fantasies go way beyond making love," she said.
I knew she was right and I think she did too. What did I have to lose if I told her?
"You're right so I'll tell you. I fantasize about us with Dave and Beth in a bisexual orgy. I want to suck his cock in front of you while you tell me what to do. I want you to lick Beth's pussy. I want you to peg me. I want to lick your ass again. I want to fuck your ass. I want you to go to a glory hole with me and both get facials."
I stood in shock as I just unloaded a whole bunch of sex on her. Alana sat in shock staring at me. She was certainly at a loss for words. Who wouldn't be given what I just said to her? Now she had them, most of my dirty fantasies, but not all.
"Well, that's quite a bit," she said tentatively. "You know we all have fantasies. Some more outside the mainstream than others."
"If I'm honest, I don't see mine as outside the mainstream. SInce we stopped having sex I have become addicted to porn and masturbation. You should see some of the things on-line. There's a lot of disgusting stuff. What I just described was pretty tame. What are your fantasies, Alana? We never talk about these things and that could be part of our problem."
Alana sat in silence. It was true neither of us opened up to the other about what we truly wanted in sex. We never talked during sex to tell the other what gives us pleasure. I had decided enough was enough. If we were going to fix this we needed to communicate better.
"Seriously, why can't we tell each other our fantasies. It doesn't mean we have to act on them. It doesn't mean we will judge each other. I know you have them. I think I know a couple of them."
"Oh, really and what do you think they are?"
