It just began by accident really. My wife of several years and I were camping on a lake, boat camping actually. By boat camping I mean this lake has dozens of campsites that you can only reach by water so you load up your boat with camping gear and cruise around the lake until you find one you like, beach the boat and set up camp. The sites are remote, sometimes you feel like you're the only one on the lake.
We had come to the end of our beautiful day on the water, had had our campfire and a couple sips of tequila and were snuggled in the tent fooling around a bit. I always bring a little tequila camping because it makes my wife frisky. I love my wife's body now just as I did back then, I love to kiss her, smell her, taste her and feel her move above me or under me, you get it. This is what was going on when she started talking dirty, something she hadn't really ever done before. As I made love to her she asked me if
I ever thought about fucking another woman. This startled me a bit, afraid that if I answered in the affirmative it might be the wrong answer, but I went for the truth. "Yes...sometimes, what about you?" I said meekly as she ground herself on me. I could feel her get wetter, what was happening here? I wondered.
She said, "sometimes I think about us and another woman, and licking your cum out of her" and then she grunted and shrieked and convulsed and came all over my cock which at this point was definitely trying to set a new world record in the extreme boner category. It wasn't a moment before I too was spent after a full and satisfying release.
My wife is a really beautiful woman. She has always turned heads with her blond hair, blue eyes and petit 5' tall figure, but first and foremost her charisma. She's just fun to be around. I don't know how a big 6'4" 240 pound lug like myself got so lucky. We each married young, too young, had a couple kids and then figured out we were with the wrong person and divorced. So when she and I got together there were four rugrats and then along came our number five. Neither of us planned or even dreamed of having that many kids but there we were with five great kids and we were now with the right person and having a good life.
After that first eye opening and at the time mind blowing new experience a strange feeling came over me. I felt liberated that my inner desires were suddenly ok to say out loud, what a strange and exciting concept! from then on we talked occasionally in the bedroom, sharing thoughts we had had in the past, kidding each other about whom we thought the other would want to fuck. But that's all that was, just kidding around and talking about the taboo. It was fun!
Some months later, we had put all our little ones to bed and we were well, fooling around a bit and the topic came up again during our love making. This time it was more like a story and less like a conversation.
"Tell me what you are doing to her."
"Im doing to her what I'm doing to you now, she has dark hair, dark skin and beautiful bouncy tits."
"And what am I doing?"
"You're sucking her nipples and kissing her while I fuck her, she's moaning loudly."
And so on and so forth. It was hot, and my wife was enjoying it too, I could tell by the way she got wetter and moaned and came, real detective work there.
And so, this became our little sexual fantasy to use when we wished to add some spice to our already very good sex life. We didn't do this all the time, we usually just made love to each other and enjoyed each other. Only occasionally did this other side come calling and to me that made it all the more enjoyable, more exciting when it happened.
As time went on the fantasies we told each other during our sex evolved, looking back I'd say fine tuning into what each of our individual experiences we would prefer to be in. She would always find herself with me and another woman, eating her, guiding my dick into her. Yeah that was ok by me! I however would have us with another couple, watching each other fuck, seeing her writhe with excitement while another man thrust his cock into her. I did not see that coming at first. Shouldn't that make me jealous! Enraged? Shouldn't her fantasy be mine and visa versa? Very curious indeed. I guess in a way it made me take a closer look at myself, to get to know the me in there I had never let out before. I started to wonder if there was more to this than fantasy like, actual desire. But was that ok? Its one thing to think it, one thing to fantasize in the privacy of your own bedroom (or tent) but another thing to actually want to bring other people in there! Right?
Time went by, the kids had started graduating and leaving us behind which gave us more time to be with each other and we hadn't quit the fantasy game. In fact it was getting more frequent. So much so that one day she brought it up in discussion after dinner one evening.
"This fantasy thing we do is becoming a bit of an obsession don't you think? Do you still want me? Are we losing our excitement for each other?" She asked contemplatively.
By the twinge of stirring in my loins as I watched her speak I could honestly answer that for my part I was more in love than ever and physically still attracted to her as ever, I mean time hadn't left either of us alone, it happens, but like I said she's a beautiful woman, I'm a lucky man. I told her this and she smiled. Then I took a leap before my good sense could stop me that even surprised myself.
"Why don't we do it, just once, just for fun? Put an end to these fantasies, you know, check it off the bucket list?"
No response. She just stared at me, seemingly lost in thought. Oh no, I thought, I've really screwed up, I've taken it too far, farther than she is comfortable with. I crossed the line. My mind was racing and my stomach was angry at my mouth. She just stared, and just when I thought my heart was going to explode and put me out of this misery she said, "yeah, okay but with who?" Just like that.
I was suddenly thrown back into my old insecurities and questions. Am I really okay with watching a man, a real life man bone my wife right in front of me? Would she really not get jealous and mad if I fuck another woman I asked myself. Will this ruin our marriage, our life we built together, because that is real, not some fantasy!
We lived, and still do, in a very small community. Probably smaller than you might be thinking, as in my graduating class had 11, including me. Many people who live here, including me, have roots that go back many generations and live in the same house their grandparents or even great grandparent built. There are great things about this type of environment. There is a lot of support for each other, it is very safe, you can trust your neighbor. If your kid wants to play basketball he or she can, no try outs or qualifying, or baseball, or track or volleyball or all of the above and raise a pig in FFA and play the trumpet in the pep band when not on the court too! But some of the good is also the bad. These bubble communities tend to be a bit narrow minded and you know everyone you see! But everyone you see knows you too, there's no privacy. Everyone knows everyones business, you have to be a true artist to hide anything. I mean if you get pulled over for speeding, the officer knows you by name and wants to know what your wife would think of you driving the way you are and doesn't give you a ticket because you bought his kids 4-H lamb last year but he goes and tells his wife who's on the school board and she tells them and on and on and finally when you go into the little grocery store the very next morning and the store owner says, "I hear you were out racing around the county last night" with a grin, tosses you your favorite candy bar and says "on the house, and by the way your wife called and asked me to send you home with a gallon of milk", that's when you know you know you're in a small town.