Amanda was not happy that her husband, Troy was, once again, leaving for yet another business trip. They had been married for 11 years and he had been traveling for business their entire marriage, however, lately the number and length of those trips had been steadily increasing.
She understood that travel was a part of her husband's business, and she never gave him any grief about it, but she still found it difficult to be alone for long stretches of time. Rigorous exercise and volunteer work kept her busy during the day, but the nights alone were the worst for her. They were a childless couple, unable to conceive, despite spending a tremendous amount of money and many heartbreaking years trying every medical option available. Troy was not open to adoption, so Amanda had resigned herself to never being a mother.
Amanda realized that many of the other women in their social circle considered her to be "just a trophy wife" and, in a way, she supposed she was one. She had met Troy at a party when she was a sophomore in college, just 20 years old. He was 30 at the time and already impressively successful with his tech business. Her parents were not thrilled when she started dating a man 10 years her senior, and even less so when Troy and she were married a year later.
Troy encouraged Amanda to drop out of college so that the two of them could enjoy each other's company at every opportunity. He had even curtailed his business trips for a couple of years to spend more time with her. Eventually, however, the business pulled him back on the road as much or even more than he ever had been.
Amanda busied herself with volunteering and physical activities, honoring her husband's request that she not return to college, to insure she was available those times when he was home. Her activities had paid off in the form of a tight, five-feet, six-inches tall, 115-pound body that made men (and some women) drool, while the rest of the women hated her just a little bit for it. Worse, or better, depending upon the beholder's perspective, her pert, 34C breasts and long, dark-blonde hair plus bright-green eyes completed Amanda's striking looks.
Being childless and not working did not give her much in common with other women and, as a result, she found herself on her own much of the time. Most of those women were not enthusiastic about including her in social situations that involved their husbands as they didn't enjoy the attention she drew from their spouses.
The worst of it, though, may have been that Amanda was a very sexual person. She loved sex with Troy and was also very orgasmic. Their lovemaking was hot and exciting... when he was there to be with her. Recognizing his wife's unfulfilled need, Troy had purchased several sex toys for her, including a Sybian, the mac-daddy of sex devices. He had also encouraged her to watch and read porn, as he did, when he traveled, but she declined.
Amanda used the toys on herself, particularly the Sybian, which gave her many extreme orgasms, but she wasn't into watching or reading erotic content and the toys did not fully satisfy her sexual urges. She wanted the real thing.
In an attempt to curtail his travels once again and spend more time with his wife, Troy brought on a junior partner two years ago to help him with the business. Bobby Nichols was on the spectrum for autism, which made him very much an introvert who kept to himself, but also somewhat of a savant when it came to the type of work the company did, and he quickly ingratiated himself to Troy. However, Bobby's expertise soon resulted in a huge increase in their business and actually created more travel for Troy rather than the desired reduction.
The one thing that Troy noticed about his new, 26 year old business partner, however, was that he appeared to have a fascination with Amanda. Whenever she was around the business, Bobby would make a point of stoping by to say hello to her and would linger for a bit of awkward conversation, which was both cute and sad. Amanda was always very warm and nice to him, as she genuinely liked the boy and would dismiss it when Troy would tease her about her young fan.
And so it happened that, as Troy was about to leave for the airport, the following conversation took place between the spouses:
"Are you really going to be gone for 10 days this time?" Amanda asked.
"Yes, I will, for at least that , unfortunately. I am not certain how much time I will need to spend with the new client in Toronto, but I know it's likely to take a while," Troy answered.
"I get so lonely when you are gone. Worse, I get so horny when you are gone! The toys you got me help somewhat, but they do not scratch the itch that I have," Amanda pouted.
"What do you need to scratch this itch?"
"I need human participation. I need you. I'm in my sexual prime and my husband isn't around most of the time to be with me."
"I understand, honey, honestly, I do. You know that I want you to be happy and satisfied in every way. Sometimes I still can't believe you agreed to marry an old fart like me, and the last thing I want is for you to be frustrated or lonely."
"You were not and are not an old fart. You are a wonderful and loving husband, whom I adore. I'm just an oversexed diva, I suppose."
"Oversexed, maybe - diva, never," he answered. "I happen to really like the oversexed part of you, even if it is difficult for me to keep up at times. I've been thinking about this and I have an idea, but first, do you trust me?"
"Of course I trust you, Troy. You have never given me a reason not to."
"OK then, don't freak out, but you should know that if you should ever want to engage in casual sex with another man, I would not have a problem with it. I'm not talking about an affair, simply raw, just for fun, fooling around from time to time."
"What the hell? You want me to be unfaithful to you? How can you say that to me?"
"That is not what I am saying. I would never want you to be unfaithful nor would I ever do that to you. I am telling you that I am OK with you using another man as a sex toy for your enjoyment when the urge arises. No long walks on the beach or taking showers together. Just using each other for physical pleasure and that is it."
"Sounds like the same thing to me. You want me to have sex with another man behind your back."
"No, that is still not right. I am telling you that I will not have a problem with you fooling around if you want to do so. I would prefer that you tell me about it beforehand, if possible, but afterward at least."
"Is this something that you want to do as well? Do you want to have sex with other women while you are on the road?"
"I expected that you might think that, but no, I do not want to do that, nor have I ever. I simply recognize some of the compromises and sacrifices you have made to be in this relationship and I would like to mitigate some of them this way, if I can."
Amanda paused to consider the conversation for a moment and then, "You wouldn't be jealous?"
"I won't really know until it happens, will I? But I don't think so. I suspect it may even be a turn-on for me, as I have thought about it while masturbating in my hotel rooms at night after reading stories about wives fucking other guys, with their husband's permission. If I am wrong, we can call an immediate halt to the arrangement and never discuss it again — with no recriminations ever."
"I'm going to need some time to consider this and you better not be kidding me, because it wouldn't be funny. I'll get back to you later," Amanda declared.
"Sounds fair, honey. Whatever you decide will be fine with me, but I hope you choose to try what I am suggesting,"
Troy left on his trip later that day and Amanda settled into a familiar pattern that was her life while he was away. Morning workouts every day and evening yoga classes every night. Weekends were the worst, because there was less for her to do to distract herself and the few friends that she socialized with during the week were busy with their families.
Toward the end of the first week, during one of her semi-regular nightly conversations with Troy, he mentioned that he thought it might be a good idea if she were to invite Bobby to dinner at their house on Saturday night. "He is a lonely guy with limited social skills. I'm sure he would truly appreciate an evening with you."
"Oh, I don't know, honey. He is so stilted and stifled conversationally that it is a lot of work to try to talk with him. To think about an entire evening with him depresses me somewhat."
"Knowing you, I am confident that you can pull him out of his shell. I've told you before that he seems fascinated with you and he is very important to the company now, so we need to ensure that he is happy and stays onboard."
