My name is Mark and I have a fetish. I love to watch my wife get fucked by other men. I also enjoy her having sex without me present as long as she tells me about and doesn't leave out the details. It wasn't always like this for us. Most people don't engage in this type of behavior but then again, we're not most people.
I met Nikki almost eight years ago when she was nineteen and I was thirty. We didn't get together then but we became fast friends. Despite the difference in age, we share a lot in common and I always enjoyed talking with and being around her. Not only is she intelligent and funny, Nikki is an incredibly beautiful woman. She is five foot ten with shoulder-length brown hair, perky 36C breasts, sexy legs, and amazing ass. We got involved romantically about two years ago and were married a year ago. The last eight years have done noting to diminish Nikki's looks. At twenty-seven she is every bit as beautiful as the day I met her. I'm a lucky guy.
I have always enjoyed reading erotic stories. My favorite stories have always revolved around the "loving wife" categories. As Nikki and I began to explore each other sexually, I was pleased to find she was very sexually adventurous. Not long after we were married, we were lounging around drinking one night and the conversation drifted to sex as it often does. At one point, she asked me what my top three fantasies are. The last fantasy I shared with her was watching her have sex with someone else. She sat silent for a minute then asked me if I was serious. I told her under the right circumstances that it would be a huge turn-on for me. I also shared that I would be turned on by her fooling around with someone else alone as long as she told me about immediately afterward.
Nikki looked at me, digesting what I just told her. I could see the wheels in her head turning.
"You really think you could handle watching me having sex or knowing that I was somewhere else having sex?" she asked.
"I'm going to be honest," I replied. "It would turn me on. I'm sorry if that wierds you out but I'm telling you the truth."
"It doesn't weird me out all," Nikki answered. "I was just surprised for a second. Hell, it's a fantasy right?" she asked rhetorically. We all have them. I don't think I could do that though, I guess I'm a little old-fashioned with whole monogamy thing. But I don't think you're weird, it's actually kind of sexy to imagine it. Making it a reality probably won't happen, sorry." she stated empathetically.
"Don't be sorry honey." I quickly responded. "I was just sharing my fantasy with you; I don't expect anything to come of it. Unless you're into it," I replied in low, teasing voice. She laughed and gave me a "we'll see." We talked for a while longer about separating sex from love and how I thought that with the right perspective, it could actually enhance our sex life. She wasn't convinced. I should mention that we had mind-blowing sex that night. I have no doubt that she was worked up due to our conversation, whether she wanted to admit it to herself or not.
About a month went by and one weekend night we up late having a few drinks, watching porn, and enjoying each other's company. One of these scenes involved a "married" couple where the husband was in the room watching his wife have sex with another man. I saw her raise an eyebrow and smirk. She looked over at me and asked me if I still though about my fantasy.
"Absolutely," I replied, "I think about it a lot."
"Well, if I ever find someone I think I might be interested in, I'll let you know," she said.
"Are you serious?" I asked.
"Yes, no, I don't know," she replied. "Forget it; I don't know why I said that. I still don't think I could do it." I knew she was thinking about it though or she wouldn't have said anything.
"All right," I stated, "but if you decide otherwise, let me know." I should mention again, that we had great sex that night.
Fast-forward another two months. It was July and hotter than usual for this time of year. We decided it would be fun to take a little camping trip to the mountains. We enjoy the outdoors and the mountains are always ten to fifteen degrees cooler so it would be nice to get away from the heat of the valley for a while. We packed up our RV, hitched up the trailer with our ATV's, and headed out.
We found a pretty spot right by a river in an isolated campground. We could see we had neighbors in the spot adjacent to ours and a few others in the spots farther away. We had a fun day riding our ATV's in the morning hiking up the river and doing a little fishing in the afternoon. We got back to our campsite as evening drew near. I cleaned the fish we caught, washed up, started a fire, and got the fish cooking as the sun went down.
We were sitting by the fire eating our catch when we noticed two men walking up the trail by the river. When they got near I offered a greeting. They responded politely we engaged in a brief conversation. It turns out they were in the spot directly next to ours. Their names were Steve and Brian and they were there for the weekend like us. They were both decent looking guys and looked to be in the late twenties, maybe early thirties (I was never that good at guessing people's age).
Nikki was dressed in shorts and a tank top that did her body justice. I could see the two men stealing glances at her occasionally. I could tell she noticed it too and the subtle attention they were paying her caused a slight flush to creep into her cheeks. They were on their way to wash up and eat but I invited them to come back over when they were done for a few beers. They accepted the invite and left saying they would be back in an hour or so. After they had left I looked over at Nikki and smiled.
"I think you have two admirers," I teased. "Did you see them looking at you?"
"They weren't looking at me," she stated unconvincingly.
"Of course they were," I playfully shot back. "You're a beautiful, sexy woman and there would something wrong if they didn't look. You know, you should give them a little something to remember you by," I half-joked. She stared at me with an interesting look that I couldn't quite place. I couldn't tell if she was angry, turned on, or both.
"You know how I feel about that," she said matter-of-factly.
