The only guy she would consider doing it with was Paul, my old college friend Paul. Of course, I'm talking about "sleeping with" Paul. My wife Gail and I have now been married for almost forty years and we'd known Paul for almost all of that time.
When we were first married during our last year of college, I was a typical jealous husband and was ready to fight just about any guy who even flirted with her--and many did because she was very attractive and sexy back in the late 60's. But now after so many years of marriage, the passion had waned. If our sex life was getting a little stale to me, I figured she had to see it pretty much the same way. I mean it's hard to get that same excitement when you get between your wife's legs and slip it into her--I mean there are only so many things two people can do to each other and believe me, we've pretty much done them all.
We all know the excitement a man feels as he's about to penetrate a woman for the first time--I figured women must see it the same way and I'd finally gotten to the point where I wanted to watch her get royally fucked by another man. And so, we have been having these conversations for maybe a dozen years. I'll bring it up when we are having sex and she is really aroused. Usually, at that point she'll agree she wants another man to "fill her up". Or maybe she was just playing along with me, I never really knew.
But by the time we were done and cooling down, she'd always let me know it was just a fantasy and it was never going to happen. But hope springs eternal and I kept bringing it up, working her and trying to get her interested. Then one day, I get an email from my old friend Paul letting me know he's coming out to Portland for a business meeting. He asks "I can stay for the weekend, any chance he could stay with us"?
A little background on Paul. We were best friends and fraternity brothers during college at a major Midwestern university. By our senior years both of us were married and poor, struggling students. So we spent most of our weekends together--my wife and I at his apartment or he and his wife Anna visiting us. Because of tight budgets, a big night out was a burger and a movie. But we always had some money for beer or wine and that kept our Saturday nights interesting and fun.
One unusually hot, humid May evening we were playing cards and sweating in our non-air conditioned married housing apartment when Paul mentioned that they had just filled the pool at his apartment complex. "How about a swim?" he asked. Everyone was up for it, even when I suggested skinny dipping--a first for us with another couple. So we jumped in our cars and headed the few blocks to his apartment. By now it was 11 oclock at night and the pool area was dark and locked up tight. But Paul's key got us in and we quickly shed our clothes in the locker room. I was oggling Anna and Paul was paying a great deal of attention to Gail.