Preface
My wife is a stunning, gorgeous brunette who is at once the most genuine and endearing sweetheart you will ever meet, and a sexual force that washes through me like a hot, chaotic wind. The mother of incredible children, and the epicenter of a family one never wants to leave, and rejoices to reunite with, I have the kind a partner in life that a man would want brag to the world about, but decides to leave unsaid because it makes it all the better. So you ask: why would I share her with another man? What follows is my answer to that seemingly simple question, and the real-life account of what was a most thrilling sexual vignette for us. You may decide to read this at arms length and enjoy as a voyeur, or you may find it a helpful inspiration to do something you and your partner have only discussed coyly in hushed voices even when no one was around.
To begin, let me describe my wife, whom I'll call "Amanda." Amanda has just turned 50, and is one of the most selfless people you will ever meet. A product of an Irish/Italian family steeped in Catholic faith and traditions, she is the kind of girl you want to bring home to your mother (and I did). She grew up in the shadow four older siblings, and was told she was the "looks" of the family. While that was certainly true, time has proven she is perhaps the most intelligent of the bunch, as I will describe a bit later. She has married once before, and as dysfunctional as that arrangement was, it changed her for the better in ways only adversity does.
Through the travails of that stormy relationship, Amanda gradually blossomed into a corporate rock star. Leveraging her ability to build partnerships, along with her resourcefulness and ingenuity, she created professional opportunities for herself and never looked back. I'm guessing her siblings look at her from afar and say, "Wow, our little sister is all grown up." That's right, she has.
But perhaps the most stunning transformation was in a sexual sense. When we first met, I saw Amanda as a sweet, innocent and caring soul -- and I mean "soul." Although she was absolutely stunning physically (I'll get into that more later), there was a deep and introspective side to her. There was a depth and warmth I felt from Amanda from the moment we met, and it hooked me immediately. I would spend hours through email asking her questions, delving into her past, trying to understand her at the most basic level, because I was utterly fascinated by her story. I knew, however, that there was a sexual being deep inside -- someone who was locked up through years of oppression and convention; suppressed by selfish motives and "the ideal." And while it was never my intent to "set her free," I have learned that through years of trust, bonding and mutual respect, that the most incredible sexual being will emerge. Fortunately for me, that being is my wife.
So I suppose I should describe my wife physically, because as trite and vapid as it may seem, I feel compelled to paint the picture a bit. Trust me, later on you will appreciate this description. So as I said, Amanda has just turned 50, and has a mature allure that younger men yearn for, and older men understand. She has short brunette hair, a smile that will disarm the most hard-hearted of men, and big, brown eyes that will draw you in like the most addictive of opiates. And that body: those wonderful, womanly curves. My particular favorite is the area between her upper thigh to her midsection -- that inviting hand-drawn indentation that would make a Bezier tool jealous. Her legs are simply gorgeous, with thick, pleasing thighs and muscular calves, she makes quite a statement in high heels and a skirt. In fact, she is at her absolute sexiest when she goes to church. I can't even get into those fantasies.
Now that you have some background on my wife, and can appreciate why she is so amazing, maybe you're beginning to understand why sharing her with another man is so thrilling to think about. Or maybe you're still wondering.
Broached Topic
Let's table the musings for a moment and let me offer a glimpse into our intimate life. Making love to Amanda is something that happens well beyond the bedroom. A quick glance, or locking gaze, lets each other know we still find one another irresistible. A slight wink is a simple and subtle punctuation to those feelings of mutual desire. I think about Amanda in a sexual context often, playing out scenarios and fantasies, constructing erotic storylines in which she is the protagonist. I am able to do this because she is so willing and open to talk about these things, and doesn't think I'm any less of a partner, or vice versa.
Like many couples, we've explored the usual fantasies, even if just as light pillow talk: sex in a public place, involving another woman, another couple, other ethnicities, celebrities (lord help us if we ever bump into L.L. Cool J) and any number of other carnal scenarios. While the conversation was mostly light, erotic fun, my wife is adventuresome enough to talk a bit more seriously about some of these possibilities. One fantasy in particular, however, really reached down inside me and planted like a stubborn seed.
Maybe it's because I'm in my late 40's, or maybe it's because I love my wife so much and trust her, but the thought of including another man in a sexual encounter is what I most want to do. The reason I mention my age is because I wonder if younger men are less open to this arrangement as they are still trying to prove their manhood; in other words, their "machismo" prevents them from exploring this very erotic thought. And that's fair, after all, the male competition is fierce at this age, and coupled with the normal insecurities of a young man facing the inevitable crush of responsibilities of adulthood, the furthest thing from his mind is sharing his girlfriend with some other punk who will undoubtedly try to steal her away. From a young woman's perspective, perhaps she may feel "loaned out," and not desired enough after all. In any case, I believe this fantasy -- this need -- is that of an older, established man who is married to an incredible and trusted partner in life.
So when I broached the topic to Amanda (beyond the usual "wouldn't-it-be-cool-if" fantasy talk), I was anxious to hear her perspective. Even though we had a pretty open discussions around these kinds of topics, I was pleasantly surprised by her answer: "Yeah, I think it would hot!" came the cheerful reply.
Exploring this possibility a bit more, and pressing her for assurance that she would consider such an arrangement as much for her pleasure as mine, she did inquire as to why I felt this way. Secretly, I loved the question. It demonstrated to me that while she wanted to explore this with me, she also wanted to understand my intentions and motivations. "Well, " I explained, "there is some sexual thrill on a number of levels." I proceeded to deconstruct the fantasy a bit, from the emotional to the physical.
First, I explained, there is an emotional force at work here. If this amazing, wholesome and upstanding woman, who loves me unconditionally, could have the opportunity to fuck another man, devoid of guilt or fear, well, how cool would that be? If I could finally repay all the wonderful moments, in and out of the bedroom she has provided me and others, by arranging this amazing experience, how content and satisfied would I be? There was something emotionally potent about the very thought of Amanda fucking another man.
Second, there is the physical. Yes, the sights, sounds (and scents) of my loving wife having sex with another man. I can only imagine what my gorgeous, hot Amanda (remember the description?) would look like sucking a hard cock, or laying back taking him into her wet pussy or perhaps on all fours thrusting back on him. I have masturbated many times to these very visualizations.
Lastly, there is the sexual journey, or "road trip" as I call it. It's really cool to talk about all these fantasies, but to actualize some of them? Well, that's just fucking hot. It's like talking about visiting Paris, or Milan, or Mars, but never going. Sometimes, you just gotta pack your bags.
I think that explanation helped her understand where I was coming from, because her response was, "Well, set something up dude!" The use of 'dude' punctuated her encouragement a bit, and provided some levity. With her approval, and with confident ambition, I was ready to set out on a search for a suitor. I was sure the world was teeming with hot, available men who had a high emotional IQ and literacy rate.
Looking for Mr. Right
So finding a qualified candidate was sure to be a piece of cake. After all, I had read "Penthouse Forum" and "Hustler Letters" growing up, and all those factual accounts recalled the ease and convenience with which suitable partners came out of the woodwork to fulfill every fantasy. It was as if the authors of these letters drove up to some "fantasy drive through" and simply ordered a stud muffin with cheese.
I didn't wanted to look too close to home, or consider someone we knew, for all the obvious reasons. Besides, I'm not sure how I would even start that conversation ("So... hey man, if you're not doing anything Saturday night, would you like to fuck my wife?") Nah, that wasn't going to work.
The obvious thing to do was to turn to the Internet for help. I quickly dismissed the idea of services like Craig's List, or any swinger listings and I wasn't about to answer some random ad posted by "Big John Stud" only to be greeted by Little Pudge Pervert weeks later. No, my wife deserved a hot, educated guy who was a good lay.
I found a few sites that listed plenty of hot guys, but they all catered to the gay market. Apparently, gay guys fuck a lot. And pay for it.
And pay for it
, I thought. Hmm, the thought of paying for sex had never entered my mind. But it made sense: Amanda and I could tailor the experience to our specifications, without worry of ego, sensitivities, preferences or -- to be blunt -- their "feelings." Who gives a fuck? This ain't no love connection, homeboy. We're paying you for your looks, your body and your hard dick -- nothing else. But... let's talk about that. No, this isn't romance, but in discussing the matter with Amanda, we were looking for more than just a human dildo. We required a little gray matter, someone who could carry on a thoughtful conversation, as well as get hard on command. So, when I proposed the prospects of a "hired gun" to Amanda, to my surprise she was in.
What an awesome wife
