For those who leave hateful comments and don't have the courage to put their contact details the joke is on you. After all why are you here? Why would you continue to read a story about a couple where the wife enjoys sexual freedom.
For those other readers who have the honesty to acknowledge their inner desires this is a true story. It is an attempt to explain my feelings to my wife and her now regular lover. Obviously it's told from the husbands POV because I am the husband.
The Dream
My wife and I arrived at the motel and booked a room in the name of Mr and Mrs Berns.
Armed with my wife's shampoo, razor, body wash, perfume, and wine we went up to the room.
Having made the preparations I kissed my wife goodbye, told her to enjoy herself and left her to get herself ready for a man called James Berns.
Tonight and for the next three weeks my wife was to be Mrs Berns.
My Ignition point
When I was about 30 I read a story that immediately caused me to become sexually aroused like never before.
It was a story about a man who caught his wife in bed with another man. He stood, glued to the spot, unable to move. He was completely absorbed with the scene in front of him.
He wasn't angry or even the slightest upset. He was aroused. Excited beyond belief. And, amazingly, he was filled with desire for his wife.
He made a quiet exit and later spoke to his wife about what he had seen and his reaction. They decided to make it a permanent part of their sex life.
She was be free to have sex with anyone she wished while her husband remained faithful to her.