The weather last weekend was the best so far this year, so, after church on Sunday we had a barbeque. Just my wife and I, which was nice. We both had a couple of beers, and after we'd eaten, we sat in our recliners enjoying the sun, and reading magazines. "I've been thinking," my wife said, putting down her magazine.
"About what my love?" I asked, putting down The Sunday Times.
"When my sister is here she's going to want to meet men, get chatted up, asked on dates etc."
"Yes, of course, I realise that," I said, not at all sure where this was going
"Oh good, I'm glad you understand."
"Understand what?"
"Understand that I'll have to go out with her, regularly, on Friday and Saturday nights, without you."
"Do you mean to pubs?" I really didn't like where this was going.
"Yes, pubs, and also dancing, at the hotel dances."
"But we enjoy those together, why can't I come as well?"
"Because no guy is going to ask Carol to dance when there's a guy there. Anyway, what usually happens is a couple of guys ask a couple of girls to dance, and then take it from there. Same with chatting up in a pub, guys like to work as a pair for courage."
"But what do you mean when you say they will 'take it from there'?"
"Well, you know, buy us drinks, put arms around us, try to kiss us."
"But you're married, to me!" I exclaimed, horrified by what she was saying.
"I know that sweetness, but I'll have to go along with it to a certain amount or they'll just back off and ask some other women. I don't necessarily have to have full sex."
"Not necessarily?"
"Well, I'll have to go along with it to some extent. I mean, if they ask us out on a joint date, for dinner or something, I'd have to say yes, for Carol's sake, and if they take us back to a house, or whatever, I'd have to allow some stuff, so I'm really glad that you understand and won't get jealous."
I'd fantasized about my wife going out with another guy, and maybe making me a cuckold, but this was not a fantasy, and I was starting to feel a bit sick, over the idea of my wife with another man. What if she liked him better than me, what if he had a bigger cock?
"Anyway," she went on, "I'll need you to help me choose what to wear, tell me what guys find sexy, what will send off signals that I'm available."
"But you're not available!"
"Well, I sort of will be, won't I? Do you want to discuss how far you're happy for me to go, just so I have some guidance on what you'll be comfortable with?"
"Oh, ok, I suppose so," Although I wasn't comfortable with any of it.
"So, to start, you understand that I'll be going out with Carol, to pubs and also dancing, hoping that she can meet a guy or guys to go out with and also stay in with?"
"Yes, my love, I've got that."
"Good, so you also understand that we expect guys to chat us up in the pubs, and try to get off with us. I'll wear my wedding ring, so they'll know I'm married."
"Yeah, well, that won't stop them trying to get into your knickers, will it?"
"I certainly hope not, otherwise I won't be able to help my sister. Good point about the knickers, by the way, you need to help me buy some new sexy ones, just in case."
"I'm not sure I'm very happy about..."
"Shush...let's get back to where we were. So, if we meet a couple of guys at a dance, you're happy for me to dance with one of them?"
"Yes, I guess, that should be ok."
"Good, now we're getting somewhere. Also, it's ok if they buy us drinks?"
"Yep."
"And when there's a slow dance, I assume he can put his arms around me to dance close?"
"I suppose that's ok," although I didn't really like the idea.
"Well, the next thing, which I can't avoid, is Carol's guy will start kissing her, or she'll kiss him if he's too shy. So I will have to do the same. You're ok for a guy to kiss me while we're dancing?"
"Well, I'm not very happy about it."
"My love, it's not having sex, just a bit of a snog!"
"Oh, ok, but I think that's far enough"
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to let him do a bit more, until Carol has hauled her guy off to his room for sex. I guess I'll just not tell you about it."
"That doesn't make it better!"
"You are getting your knickers in a twist over this. I thought you would look forward to hearing all about my adventures on Sunday morning while I give you a well deserved slow wank as a reward for being so understanding?"
"Well, that does sound very nice."
"Good, that's better. Anyway, that was why I mentioned about the new knickers, I'm going to have to let him get his hand in my knickers and play with my love button, then I can get his big cock out and wank him off, and hopefully his fingers will get me off. I've no wish to come home excited but not satisfied."
"If the guys want another double date, of course, it won't be so easy to avoid being fucked, but we can cross that bridge when we come to it, don't you think? Oh, and just in case, shall I lie to you if I let a guy fuck me, or would you prefer the truth?"
"I don't want you lying to me!"
"I hoped you'd say that, I don't want to be keeping secrets from you, but you must promise not to go off at the deep end if I end up having sex with some other guys, just to help Carol, of course."
"I.." I spluttered, dumbfounded.
"I think it'll really turn you on...I can tell you all the details...I'm really looking forward to meeting some new men...in fact I'm really turned on now...shall we go upstairs?"
Of course I said, "yes," and somewhere in the throes of passion, I think I told my wife that I actually wanted her to have sex with another man.
The following day we received the news we have been waiting for. My wife's sister Carol had got her visa and was moving to the uk to live with us. This was great news, of course, I like her and will be happy that she's with us and not on her own.
The negative, however, was that the conversation I recounted in my previous post is now going to become a reality. My wife was definitely going to be going out on the pull with her sister, leaving me at home wondering what they are up to. My wife realized that this would be at the front of my mind.
"So, my love," she started, "I'm really glad that we had our little conversation about me going out with my sister, and especially glad that you admitted, during our love making, that you are turned on by the idea of me having sex with another man, and, in fact, want me to do it."
"But that was a fantasy, during sex, it doesn't mean I actually want you to do it!"
"Well, you've said it now. I think you actually do want to be a cuckold, but are just a bit nervous about it."
"I suppose so."
As far as my wife was concerned, that was the end of the conversation, but it didn't end in my head. I still couldn't believe I had admitted to being turned on by the idea of my wife having sex with another man, but I was excited at the time, and thinking with my little brain.
"Actually, I'm really looking forward to going out on the pull with Carol again," she continued, "we always managed to hook up with good looking younger guys really quickly. It's good that I can tell you everything that happens, I don't want to keep secrets from you."
"Right."
"Did I tell you that you are the only lover I've had who is older than me?"
"Yes my love."
"It'll be fun having a young fit guy trying to seduce me again...you understand that, don't you?"
"Yes, of course my love."
