We awoke the next morning to bright sunshine and uncomfortable silence. The excitement and eroticism of the previous evening dissipated like a late-morning fog. I think we both felt numb, and perhaps it was time to step back and consider the exhausting events of the previous night. My day was filled with yard work, which gave me plenty of time to rifle through the many images that had been imbedded into my brain: Brad using my beautiful wife of twelve years, cumming in both her mouth and her ass, making her beg and whimper for her orgasm. It was wonderfully gut-wrenching, sexy and dangerous.
I remember when Sarah and I discussed this particular fantasy. We were both bubbly and excited. We patted ourselves on the back for our open-mindedness. Married for twelve years, with a beautiful 5 year old girl, so confident in our marriage and our family that we could try anything. We could let go completely and have fun.
In bed that night, we finally talked openly. Sarah was cuddled in my strong arms, her head on my chest, her right leg draped across mine. A favorite position of ours.
"I guess I have to admit that I enjoyed last night," Sarah explained. "I just don't understand what it means. It seems like there must be something wrong with us. I mean...I enjoyed the sex, I knew you were watching me...sharing me...and it felt so wild...but so wrong..."
"I know, I don't know what it means either," I said. "I just want everything to be okay...this feels risky, like this could go totally wrong and we could screw up everything we have built together..."
"Yeah..."
"Do you really have a submissive side to you, or was that just an act?"
"I don't know," Sarah explained wistfully. "I think I enjoyed it. The attention...how demanding Brad was...I really enjoyed being taken like that..."
We talked about the previous night for many hours, which proved to be a powerful aphrodisiac for us. We fucked three times as she continued to describe her experience with Brad. I asked her what it felt like to have Brad's cock explode in her mouth while sat nearby. When her answer was only a shy little smile, my erection stiffened and I fucked my Sarah deep and hard. I poured all of my confused jealousy and wounded pride into each thrust and the bed shook. God, she really did enjoy screwing Brad. I penetrated Sarah with a passion that had been dormant for many years.
We were both confused. And even our confusion was...confusing. We were just living out a fantasy, a seemingly common one at that. I always thought the world was teeming with people exploring such fantasies without inhibition or jealousy. Questions hung in the air: Is it this hard for every married couple to involve others in their sex lives? Do we just need time to get used to the experience? Is my jealousy an integral part of our erotic experience? Or are we headed down a path that will lead to divorce?
As the days passed, no answers to these questions emerged. All Sarah and I had to go on were facts: The experience was very powerful, but also disturbing in a way that we weren't prepared for. I found myself unable to focus on other things, at work or at home. We were both excited, but afraid of destroying our relationship, our marriage and our family. Days turned to weeks, and at last our comfort grew. As doubt faded, our confidence returned and our curiosity peaked.
