Fourteen years ago I married my childhood sweetheart. We'd known each other forever and there was never anyone else for either of us. We always had the same interests and likes and dislikes except for one thing.
I like pornography. Terry hates it. In order to keep peace in the house I keep my magazines and videos hidden. I can enjoy them when she is out and she never knows. I have my fun and no one gets hurt.
Last March Terry did her usual spring-cleaning thing. Only this time she went farther than ever before. Yeah, she found some magazines. I thought all hell was going to bust lose, but instead she cried. What the hell!
After a while we talked about it. It ended up with her telling me to keep the stuff in our bedroom so there would be no chance of the kids accidentally finding it. That sounded great to me and I cleaned out a space in the closet and filled it with my porno stuff.
The only problem was that every time Terry went into the closet she saw the magazines and videos sitting there. One day I came home to find her reading one of the books. It had several short stories in it about a man watching his wife with other men.
"How long have you had this book?"
"I don't know. Maybe a couple of years."
"Everything else is newer. What do you like about this book to keep it so long?"
"I just think the stories are really hot. It's by a really good author." She didn't buy that.
"Do you like this kind of story over some of the others? I'm just trying to find out here what makes you tick. I want to be a good wife and if you have to have this stuff I want to know what the attraction is."
I blurted out, "I think it's hot that a guy lets other men fuck his wife." Then I was sorry I'd said it. I was ready to duck when she threw the book at me.
Instead of throwing it at me she threw a question at me. "Is that what you want to do? Do you want to let other men fuck me?"
I had a hard time answering her, but I managed to say, "Sometimes it makes me hot to fantasize about it." There, I'd said it. I do sometimes fantasize about having a threesome with Terry and another man, or just watching her with another man.
"I could never do anything like that and you know it. I'm ashamed you even think about me like that." There wasn't anything I could say to that. I just kind of shrugged and was happy when the doorbell rang. I couldn't get out of there fast enough.
I was really glad that that was finally over and done with. Now we could get back to normal.
Two nights later we were in bed making love when Terry asked, "Are you making love to me or fantasizing about watching me with another man?" I groaned and came. That was exactly what I was thinking.
Terry pushed me away and said she couldn't understand how I could think about her like that. I tried to hug her, but she wasn't having any of it.
The next time we made love she asked, "Who's fucking me now? You or another man?"
That did it again. I couldn't hold back, but this time Terry came at the same time. She didn't turn away then, but hugged me. She whispered in my ear, "Do you want someone else to fuck me while you watch?"
My answer was a whisper, "Yes."
"Someone with a cock that's bigger than yours?"
I groaned out, "Yes."
"Maybe he'll be better than you." I groaned again and felt my dick stirring. It was obvious she'd been reading more stories.
"Do you want me to suck his big cock?" She could tell the answer to that when she felt my dick spring to attention. She circled her hand around my growing prick.
"If I did it would you still love me?"
"Yes." We were both whispering.
"What if I like having his big cock in me and want to do it again?"
I didn't know what to say to that. My dick was growing harder, but my brain was afraid of her liking it too much. Did I just want to try it one time? Maybe it's just a fantasy and not something I really want to do.