My husband Martin has asked me to be intimate with another man. His constant asking messed my mind up, really, because I do find myself attracted to Geoffrey, our contractor, who renovated the entertainment and pool areas in my home. In fact, Martin and my best friend Caitlin keep telling me to seduce him.
What disturbed me most was my pledge and devotion to Martin. I was afraid of what the consequence would be if I do it in my marriage. Does he get jealous? Is it just a fantasy? Does he want another woman? All these questions kept haunting me.
After much contemplation, I decided to approach a marriage counsellor. I called her and fixed the appointment for the next day.
When I went, she put me at ease. I told her why I had come to see her. The first question she asked received the response, "No."
"Is your husband abusing you physically or mentally in any way?" She stopped and said she couldn't help me. She suggested I consult with a sex therapist regarding my concern. She let me know there was one in the same building and even called to set up an appointment for me, handing me the receiver.
I have been to see a therapist, Lucinda. She was very nice and really professional. I explained everything in detail to her.
Then came her concerns: "Is my husband really serious about that? How jealous is my husband? What is his hidden motive for this?"
She asked me to fantasize about scenes in which I had sexual relations with another man-but not as a fantasy, like it was real. This would be a test and give me my concerns.
Some of her own concerns were regarding myself:
"How do I handle this? What are my feelings towards the other man? What are my feelings about my husband? What do I want? Do I want this?
I told her that I managed our make-out session properly. I'm not in love with Geoffrey, and I still loved Martin. The last question gave me something to think about. That is a fact that keeps bugging me, I fantasized about Geoffrey's cock and thought of how it would feel when he fucks me with that monster. It did tempt me.
She reflected upon Martin's behavior, too, and came to the conclusion that he is not a cuckold or wife watcher; he is an alpha male, the victor, the one deriving the satisfaction of claiming his wife back, making her his. That, too, was a revelation for me.
After that, I really felt a lot better about the situation. I am now really keen to see Martin's reaction if his jealousy gets tested.
That evening, Martin did manage to catch me off my guard a little.
"I saw you were at the Menlyn Office Park," he says. "You had a meeting with someone?"
I nodded, without making eye contact while sipping my tea. "It was a counsellor, actually."
The air sucked in in the room, and in an instant, his mind began racing. "What is it, Andrea?"
I took a deep breath, my stomach bubbling with excitement and apprehension all at once. "We discussed your idea."
"The idea?" Martin's eyebrows shot upwards. "You mean."
"Yes," I said, holding his gaze. "The idea of me.with someone else."
He leaned back in his chair, a smug smile playing in the corners of his lips. "And what did she say?"
I paused a second, savoring it. "She said it may be one way to explore our boundaries, to draw closer."
The smile broadened. "See-I knew that wasn't such a crazy idea."
"But," I said, "she also said it's important to dip our toes in the water, you know, to see how we actually feel."
Martin nodded, a gleam of anticipation in his eyes. "So, when do we start?"
I decided to play along. "How about tomorrow? I'll invite Geoffrey over under the pretense of extending the deck out at the pool."
Martin smiled predatorily. "Perfect. I'll be home early."
Day one, I slipped into the most skimpy bikini that I could find-the one in which my ample assets barely stayed inside. I knew it would send Geoffrey crazy and give little doubt as to my intentions. I smeared on sunscreen and caught my reflection in the mirror; my heart started to pound in anticipation. Was I actually going to do this? For Martin's sake, and maybe a little for my own curiosity, I really had to give it at least a try.
I stood by the door, seductively smiling as he approached. The warm sun caressed my skin as I leaned against the door frame, giving him a very good view of what was on offer. His eyes obviously settled on my barely-covered body before composure was regained. He toured the proposed deck expansion, and tension grew palpable as we walked together.
My heart was beating faster and faster with each step closer. I tried not to raise my voice as we continued discussing the project's details, but the sun wasn't helping either, just warm enough in between us to make it electric. We came up to the pool, and I casually mentioned taking a break, insinuating he could join me for a swim. His eyes darted to the pool, back at me, and I knew he got the undertone of the invitation. He took off his shirt and cargo pants. He was just in his boxer briefs.
As we slipped into the cool water, side by side, the tension between us became palpable. The water clung to my bikini, accentuating every single curve. I watched his eyes run down my body, and a thrill of power ran through me. He wanted me, and the knowledge was heady. Martin's smile from the night before flashed in my mind, and I knew this wasn't just some test based on jealousy; this was a power play.
We floated in the water, the waves lapping gently against the bodies, talking renovations. Our legs brushed together, the heat between them building. I could see the outline of his cock straining against his boxers and my own desire rose. I knew if I didn't do something-and soon-the opportunity would slip by and the moment would be lost.
I leaned in, my hand grazing his chest. "You know, Geoffrey," I whispered, "Martin won't be home for a while." My fingers outlined his abs, and the muscles beneath my fingers tensed. His eyes flashed dark, and his breath caught. The air between us thickened with unspoken desires.
I stood up, and water sputtered down my body, never waiting for an answer. He led me to the lounge chair by the side of the pool. The sun glimmered on my wet skin when I lay down; my heartbeat quickened. He followed suit.
"What are you doing?" he growled, his voice thick with lust. I could feel the fight in his eyes, the war within his professionalism and the hunger that had him.
"Just. helping you unwind," I whispered, leaning across and placing my hand against the bulge in his shorts. His eyes went wide, and he swallowed hard, but didn't do a thing to try and stop me.
My hands had started to untie the strings of his boxers, feeling his cock pulse beneath my fingertips. My mouth watered just from the thought of him inside me. As the fabric fell away, his erection sprang free, and I couldn't resist pumping it gently. He groaned; his hand found my breast. The heat coming off the skin of his palm sent a shiver down my spine.
I leaned in and kissed him. My tongue danced with his as he stroked over my body. The more urgent, the more insistent kiss building between us, drove us finally into that fierce passion simmering just beneath our skin. His cock was pressed hard against my stomach, hot and insistent. Anticipation was going to kill me.
He started to stroke my pussy. It was as if there had been a flame the moment his fingers touched my clit. I moaned into his lips, some heat rising inside me. I knew I needed to make a decision, but my body screamed for release. I parted my legs wider to give him better access. He took the hint and moved my bikini bottom aside, sliding a finger inside. I had gasped as, with expert precision, he began to stroke my G-spot, and it had been so long since the feeling of such desire had run through me, raw in its need.
We broke the kiss, both of us heavy breathing. He stared down at me, his eyes filled with lust. I reached up and pulled the remaining boxers off him. He groaned and leaned down to kiss my neck, his teeth grazing skin. I felt the tip of his cock nudge against my entrance, and was shocked by how wet I already was. Was I really going to let this happen?
The whole thought of Martin finding out was freaking me out, yet thrilling in some way. But I knew I had to do this now, or else it would always nag me, wondering how it would've felt. I breathed in deeply and guided him inside me. He filled me wholly, stretching me in a nearly painful manner; the pleasure overrode the ache in no time.
We began to move together, our bodies swaying in a rhythm as old as time. Skin slapping against skin resounded through the silent backyard. I bit hard into my lip, trying not to let any loud outcry escape lest some neighbor get wind of our little escapade. As the intensity grew and grew, however, it was getting increasingly difficult to stay silent.
