My wife and I have been married for just over 13 years. We met right after she moved here straight out of college, knowing job opportunities would be more plentiful in a bigger city. She left her family in the small rural community she grew up in, almost 4 hours from where we live today.
When I met her, I was stunned by how gorgeous she was. A slim 5'7" blonde, I thought she was the sexiest girl I'd ever seen. Her body seemed flawless but if there was one feature that stood out above the rest, it was her breasts. They were as close to perfect as I'd ever seen. A firm and perfectly round 34D, they were incredible. There was no question that every guy took notice of her everywhere she went.
We were initially set up by her friends, and somehow hit it off, in spite of her seeming to be out of my league. We found we had a lot more in common than meets the eye. We had similar taste in movies, both enjoyed wine, had the same dark sense of humor, and both loved sex.
I knew she had grown up in a conservative household, but was shocked when she told me she had only been with one other guy. She was with her first boyfriend for three years, and they lived together while she was going to college. His name was Dave and while she didn't talk a lot about him, she had on occasion given me the impression he was well endowed. She said he was a great guy and the sex was great, but they had broken up because she was going through a lot during that time. She said she hand't treated him very well. After their break up, she finished college, and left her hometown for a bigger city.
In the end I guess his loss was my gain, and we had a happy marriage both in and out of the bedroom. Like all couples there were stretches of great sex, offset by short periods of time when things were not at their best. But overall it had been pretty great. Even after 13 years, I honestly found her the sexiest woman I knew.
Over the course of our marriage, we had become comfortable enough with one another where we would sometimes share some of the things that turned us on. She was usually a good sport and tried to fulfill most of the "fantasies" I shared with her. The only one she had not gone through with, was my fantasy for her to be with another guy while I watched.
She felt that would be bad for our marriage, and besides that, said she was happy just being with me. I should have been flattered, but the thought had planted itself deep in my psyche and it was tough to let go, so I brought it up on occasion over the next few years. At times, I felt she may have seemed intrigued and there was one time where she almost seemed to agree to it, but in the end, she would always retreat from the conversation repeating her concerns with risking our relationship.
My wife and I didn't fight often, but when we did, it could get very heated. We were both stubborn by nature. We could go days giving one another the silent treatment. During one particularly bad fight, it got very personal, and we both said things we didn't mean. Through her tears she packed a bag, grabbed the kids, and left. She said she was going back home to her hometown to stay with her mother and didn't know when she'd be back.
I was in shock. It had never gone this far before. But my stubbornness wouldn't allow me to apologize, and I let her go. I figured she would be back in a day or two after she cooled down.
The next couple of days were miserable. I would text her to check in and she often wouldn't respond. The times she did respond, it would be one or two word responses. After 3 days, I began to wonder if maybe this was serious enough to end our marriage.
On that Friday evening, I texted her to ask how things were going, trying to act as if we weren't in the middle of the biggest fight of our marriage. She said she was going to a local bar with some friends from college for drinks. I was put out that she was going out and having fun as if nothing was wrong, but kept my thoughts to myself. In my experience, girlfriends lending a sympathetic ear during relationship issues were rarely a positive influence. They tended to commiserate to the extreme, and often added to the turbulence. Add alcohol and a bar full of guys, and it sounded like a recipe for disaster, I thought.
Over the following days, we started to talk a bit more and I finally relented that it was my fault and that I missed her. She kept her guard up, but after being away almost a week, she finally returned home.
Things were a bit "cool" between us for a few days and it took some time for us to return to normal. Except for the sex, that is. From the day she got back, the sex was better than it had been in a long time. Being apart seemed to have made us both hornier than we'd been in a long time. I guessed it was either being happy to be back in each others arms, or maybe it was some odd release for any lingering anger she may have had. I was happy no matter what the reason.
In time, things returned to normal. We fell back into the same routines and eventually I began to drop hints now and again about how hot I thought it would be for her to be with another guy. She no longer seemed intrigued by the idea, and it dawned on me that she must have just been humouring me all this time by pretending to seem slightly interested. One evening, we had a few drinks and were being flirty, and I must have thought the opportunity was right to mention it again. This time she didn't just brush it off. She seemed genuinely angry with me for suggesting it again.
"You wouldn't really want that," she said. "You just think you would."
It was true that despite my fantasizing about such a scenario, there were times when it was mixed with tinges of jealousy. I figured that was probably natural, but it didn't lessen my desire to explore it.
She seemed genuinely upset this time, and stormed out of the room. I figured I had pushed it too far, and maybe because of our recent blowout, she equated my wanting her to be with someone else to not really caring about her. I knew that was ridiculous, I loved my wife, and certainly didn't want anyone else to have her. At least not beyond a night of me supervising, I thought.
Once again, I tried to leave it alone. But now it genuinely seemed stuck in my head. I found myself thinking of it more often over the next few days. I knew that it made me aroused like nothing else, the thought of her feeling that pleasure with some other guy. And yet, at the same time, were there perhaps the tiniest hints of jealousy seeping in as well?
Friday night arrived and we had a nice dinner. I helped clean the kitchen and we sat on the sofa, talking. Eventually as we drank more wine, the talking turned into flirting, and then into kissing, until eventually I had to have her.
We headed to the bedroom, where I was quick to strip down and climb into bed. My wife slipped into the bathroom before coming out in her typical tight thin tank top and panties that she wore to bed. That look got me hotter than any lingerie and she knew it. She slid into bed next to me and we kissed heavily for some time, our hands exploring each others bodies. As her hand settled on my cock, I was rock hard. She looked at me and smiled.
"Hmmm, what have you been thinking about?" she asked coyly.
"Oh, you know," I said and started to lean in for a kiss.
She pulled back slightly. "I don't know, I want you to tell me."
As I look back, I realize the response she was probably looking for was for me to tell her how turned on I was by her or how much I wanted to have her. Something romantic, I guess.
But instead, my mind went elsewhere, and I responded:
"You know: I was just thinking about what it would be like to watch you with another guy."
I naively thought it was just pillow talk, I knew by now she wasn't going to give in, but maybe she would just play along a bit to get me excited. A bit of a role play.
She pulled her head away farther, though her hand squeezed harder on my cock.
"Seriously?" She asked flatly. "You still think that's what you would want?"
I tried to assess if she was angry or honestly wanted to know if it was still something I wanted. Selfishly, I took a leap of faith.
"Yea, I do. I think it's hot."
