She was beautiful. Not that that was out of the ordinary. She was beautiful when we met in college, she is still beautiful today, and she will always be, as far as I am concerned.
As I mentioned, we met in college. She was working on getting her CPA behind her and I was about to finish a Bachelors in Business Management. We kind of hit it off immediately, and got married about a year out of college. It is amazing in this day and time, but, due to her college workload and quiet upbringing, she gave me her virginity on our wedding night.
After nine years of marriage, she is still beautiful. 5 foot 5 with a drop dead gorgeous figure augmented by a faithful gym regimen and the fact that we have no kids. She has tanned every year and kept a good dark color to her skin that highlighted the sun-blonde of her natural chestnut hair that hung well below shoulder level. Hazel eyes rounded out the beauty of this marvelous woman.
Since there were no children, her breast had remained basically the same as college. 34C-28-34 should be the right numbers. Due to her upbringing (I made the mistake of calling it her prudish upbringing...) her breasts were milky white, having never seen the sun. She was one girl that had extremely identifiable tan-lines. A one word description of this woman would be perfection.
We had a good marriage, and money was not an issue in our lives. Growing up in the mid-west, we both had an appreciation for moderation in our spending...everything we had was "nice" without being extravagant. For the most part, we were good partners, rarely ever fighting. She seemed to really enjoy our time together, and she was a wonderful partner.
Sex was not bad...after being married for nine years. In fact, she was good in bed, even with her boring upbringing. Truth be known, if I was readily going to admit it, most of the fights we had were caused by me...or more importantly, my fetish...I guess you could call it.
Even though this woman was perfect, I wasn't happy. Not WITH her, really, but at the boring lifestyle we had gotten used to after being married for so long. I do not know why I was this way; I still don't understand it myself, but for some reason, after around the 5th year of marriage, I began to fantasize about her having sex with other men. Most of you will not understand that, I still don't myself; but those that understand it know what I am talking about.
The first time I brought it up was after sex one evening. I don't really know why I brought it up, I don't even remember what I said about it, but she quickly shut the idea down. She thought the idea was gross and couldn't understand why I would want a wife that would cheat on her husband. Of course, that ended the conversation for quite a while.
Of course, as time went on, I became more and more fixated about this; and the more that she was vehemently opposed to even hearing about it. We rarely fought, but this was one of our common fights. It was during one of these that I made the mistake of mentioning her "prudish" upbringing. She teared up and left the room, going to our bedroom for a good cry. I hadn't really meant to hurt her and apologized profusely over the next several days. I promised to never mention it again.
Over the course of the next year or so, I kept my word and never mentioned it. I noticed however, that very occasionally she would bring it up during sex, just mentioning her in bed with another man, and if it turned me on thinking about it. It wasn't long before I approached the subject again. The first time or two, she quickly changed the subject and told me in no uncertain terms that the subject was for bedroom sex only and to not talk about it outside of the bedroom walls.
I did notice, though, that occasionally she would ask a question or two about the subject. She still couldn't understand why a man would want to know his wife was cheating on him, especially one that had saved her virginity for her wedding night. To this day, I still don't have an answer to that one.
On our ninth anniversary, we were having the usual round of anniversary sex and I kind of brought the subject up once again, mentioning how exciting it would be watching her having sex with another man. She didn't say anything about it that afternoon. In fact, I thought that I had hurt her feelings again.
What I didn't know was that she had been on the internet researching cuckolding. Evidently, she paid good attention to the things she was reading! I think she may actually be able to explain the things about my fetish that I cannot...
Several weeks went by where she mentioned nothing about it, nor did I. One afternoon, though, as we were having sex, I again mentioned how awesome it would be to be watching her in bed with another man. This time, she played with the idea a little longer, actually starting to ask me things about what I would like her to do with another man. Needless to say, it didn't take long for me to orgasm. She seemed pretty surprised by this turn of events, but didn't talk about my favorite subject until much later Friday evening.
I was sitting on the couch with her lying down. With her head in my lap, I was gently caressing her breast through her T-shirt as we watched the movie. Out of the blue, she looked up at me and asked if I was really serious about her having sex with another man. I guess the immediate erection gave her the courage she needed to continue.
"Well...?"
I stammered out the best answer I thought I could give...I mean I had been thinking about this for nearly four years. "Well, of course, baby! You know how long I've talked about it...I think that would be awesome!"
She turned back to the TV for a few minutes. Without even bothering to look up, she said "He wants naked pictures of me..."
"WHO?" I asked, more than a little bewildered.
"The man that I am going to fuck for you." She said, as she looked back up at me, staring intently in my eyes. "It's all set up. He wants to see what I look like naked, and I told him that my husband had to provide him with his picture."