My husband, John, and I have a great relationship and we're very close. We aren't as possessive of each other as most couples when it comes to sex, or at least he isn't. I still have some feelings of jealousy that I'm trying to work through. John is remarkably free sexually, and he actually likes it when I accept my desires and have the courage to experience my fantasies. It's a turn-on for him, and I appreciate the benefits.
I wouldn't call either of us Swingers; we just like to explore our fantasies, sometimes with other people. We're careful about respecting each other, and tell each other our plans long before anything happens. When I had a boyfriend, for example, I always asked for John's permission to see him. And I tell John everything that happened when I was with my boyfriend.
Well, usually we ask. Once John requested that I be 'adventurous' while he was away at work. It turned out that John didn't mean what I thought he meant, and that's what this story is about.
I was born and raised in Japan, and I lived there until the age of 22. I came to America to study English. Everything I knew about America I learned from James Dean movies, so my expectations were a lot different from reality. During my first month of college in America, I unexpectedly fell in love with an American man and we moved in together, which was difficult to hide from my parents. Eventually we were married and had children.
John works hard to stay in shape. He and his friends do a lot of running and lifting weights, and they sometimes go on bike trips together. He's tall and muscular and he's getting more handsome with age.
I do yoga, I tried lifting weights but lost interest, and I do some jogging almost every morning. I'm about fifteen centimeters shorter than John, and I have a thin but curvy figure. I prefer to keep my hair traditional, long and straight black, rather than participate in the current Japanese trend by lightening my hair color to a rusty brown. I suppose it's because I don't go home more than once every two years or so. In America my hair seems special without changing its color.
A few months ago my husband arranged for two of his friends to come over and help me with one of my fantasies. We really enjoyed it, and for several months, when ever John and I discussed it we'd get horny as hell. We couldn't keep our hands off each other. The excitement of that moment started to fade over time, we teased each other that maybe it was time to try something like that again.
So when John was leaving for work some time ago and asked me to be especially naughty, code for sexual, I was caught off guard but not really surprised by his request. I agreed that I would try, but was unable to imagine how I would be able to arrange something like that on such short notice. Usually we discussed it for weeks before acting. But I assured John that I would try to do as he asked. He kissed me and went to work, and I was left wondering how to fulfill his request.
I stand in our kitchen, staring at the door through which my husband just left. The smell of his cologne still lingers as I hear him close the car door. His car starts and he backs out of the garage and down the drive way. He gives me a final wave through the front window, and then drives to work. Suddenly it makes sense that he arranged for the kids to stay with his mother for a couple of days.
Unable to think of any ideas at the moment, I decide to begin my day in its usual way. I change out of my pajamas and into my jogging outfit. I like to show off my body, so I wear a black sports bra and a little red pair of running shorts that clings to my shape. After I've finished my stretching I leave home and head for the park.
I like to run on a trail that winds through the park and follows the river. The park has play equipment for kids, basketball courts, a gazebo, and a pedestrian bridge that crosses the river. I usually run over the pedestrian bridge, work my way through a residential neighborhood on the opposite side of the river, and then cross back over on another bridge further up stream. Then I follow the trail along the river to get back home. In all it's about a two mile run, just enough to keep me in shape.
Today I take my usual route over the pedestrian bridge and through town on the opposite side of the river. After crossing back over up stream, I get on the park trail which takes me past the basketball courts.
As I approach the courts I notice a group of about six lightly dressed young men engaged in a very heated game of basketball, judging by all the grunting. As I get nearer, two guys stand out from the rest. One looks to be in his early twenties with short dark hair and a well muscled body. He's wet with sweat and his knee length shorts flap in the wind as he runs up and down the court. The other man that attracts my attention is younger, and clearly not good at basketball. But his sandy blonde hair, shorts, and runner's body are enough to make me want to watch the game. There's a park bench along the trail that faces the basketball courts. I slow to a walk and take a seat on the bench. They are all too busy to notice me as I sit.
Both the heat of the summer morning, and their struggle with each other are making them sweat, and their shirtless bodies glisten in the sun. They jump and duck, weaving between each other and coordinating their movements with bursts of speed and power. Their muscles flex and they grunt as they leap between each other. Shorts cling tightly to their bodies and hang heavy with sweat. In their competition they wrestle through the members of the opposing team, penetrate their defenses and score. It all begins to look so sexual.
I lose track of time, and I realize that sweat is running off my body, and my heart is pounding despite having stopped running some time ago. For a moment I fantasize about stripping off all my clothes and walking casually into the middle of their game. But I decide that it's time to stop enjoying the show, and finish the half mile run I have left.
Once home I burst through the door and head immediately for the shower, removing my clothes as I go. I step into the shower, and turn on the hot water. My heart is still pounding, and I masturbate with my finger as the water runs through my hair. The heat from the water pounds into my shoulders and runs down my legs.
I could never masturbate properly in the shower; there are just too many distractions. When all the sweat is washed away, I turn off the water and wrap myself in my favorite pink towel. Just as I enter our bedroom with its warm soft bed and my beloved vibrator, which I call my 'toy', the doorbell rings. I pause for a moment wondering who it could possibly be, and I try to decide if I want to answer.
"Oh crap...It's Thursday, I have to pay for the paper." I say to myself.
I had forgotten to pay for the paper several times in the past, and John has had to renew our subscription often because of it. I don't understand why I can't just pay twice as much next week, or why we have to go through the trouble of renewing the subscription every time, but I do know that I would rather not have to listen to John tease me about missing another payment.
I forget my toy and walk down the hall toward the front door with the pink towel wrapped around me, when a very naughty idea occurs to me. The paperboy is becoming more handsome every day, and he has an adorable personality. I've caught him checking me out several times. He's unnaturally nice to me, and he often goes out of his way to greet me when we meet accidentally. He's too young of course, but he did mention that he'll be starting his first year of college at the end of this summer. Just thinking about using the paperboy to fulfill John's request makes my spine tingle and I tingle in other places too.
I pause in front of the bathroom door to think it over. I decide that if nothing else, I'll show off a little and have some fun with him, I always enjoy showing off. I honestly don't know if anything else will happen, I suppose it depends on his reaction to me.
I return to the bathroom and exchange my large pink towel for a much smaller one. The new towel is yellow and just barely wraps around my body. My hands shake as I wrap the towel around me and tuck the ends together. A large gap, where the towel fails to overlap runs up my side and shows very clearly that I'm nude otherwise. It's also very short, just barely covering my most private parts.
I give myself a quick look in the mirror, and I like what I see. A coy smile spreads across my face as I head for the door. The doorbell rings again just as I peak through the window, I don't want to surprise the wrong person.
I feel both relief and excitement as I look up at his smiling face. Once again he has dressed for the warm weather, and is wearing only shoes and a pair of shorts. I open the door and invite him to come inside quickly. I apologize for my lack of clothing, and feign embarrassment. His smile fades, and his expression changes to a very familiar 'horny man' look, as he studies my towel. He looks very happy, but too embarrassed to smile openly as his eyes search me.
"Sorry." I say again, while indicating my lack of clothing with a sweep of my hand.
"Oh...that's alright."
"Is it still $7.50?" I ask.
