I'm a truck driver named Mike, and this is a story from the early years of my marriage to Nicole, the one and only love of my life.
We married young in 1967. I was 22 and she was 19. We were both very sexual and as we progressed in our sex life we started sharing our sexual histories and fantasies. Before long I had told her that my favorite experiences from single life involved me and a friend picking up a woman, usually in a bar, and double teaming her. I was surprised and delighted when Nicole told me that she been double teamed once when she got really drunk at a party and loved everything about it.
I'm sure these revelations had both of us thinking about future possibilities, but we were also influenced by societal norms regarding what marriages were supposed to be like. Whatever hopes or dreams we had about future sexual exploration, neither of us verbalized our thoughts on the matter. In essence, we were pretending to love monogamy.
I never thought of threesomes as something I would want a wife to do. In the past it had always been a random hook-up, a slut, and in those days guys had some very strict ideas about what kind of girl could be used as a slut and what kind you married. Nicole's confession of her past exploit started a shift in my thinking.
Every time we had sex I found myself fantasizing about doing a threesome with her, but also about her being with another man with or without me being present. The shift in my thinking continued.
I started to see the rampant hypocrisy in my former attitude. If it was okay for a woman to indulge in such sex acts, why wasn't it okay for my woman? And why wasn't I calling myself a slut in my random hook-up days. I was certainly of a mind that I wanted my wife's sex life to be as exciting and fulfilling as it could be. And I knew that if that were the case, my sex life would be as well. These thoughts were accompanied by fears that moving in that direction could threaten our marriage.
My adolescent misogynistic programming was intimidating. Decent wives don't do kinky things involving other men, and if they do they become untrustworthy. I had a jealousy hurdle to overcome if I ever wanted to actually explore my fantasies and it caused me to look closely at the nature of jealousy. Was it really just a control issue?
I started thinking in more detail about the possibilities, about what exactly the rules would be. I really didn't have a desire to be with other women, so what I was considering would be a one sided open relationship. How much control would I want? Would Nicole agree to uphold any limits I put on things? If she got into it, would she even be able to respect my limits or would her libido take over? I was trying to figure out exactly what it would mean for her to be untrustworthy, if that's really what would happen? What if I didn't put limits on the situation? Would it bother me if she descended into full on slut mode? That was a hot fantasy but...
As my programming eased, my fantasies grew more and more raunchy. I fantasized about Nicole becoming a total slut with many lovers. I fantasized about licking her pussy after she had been fucked full of cum. I had done this in the past, but never in front of the guy (my friend) who I had done threesomes with. Would it be hot to clean Nicole in front of a guy that had just filled her pussy with hot creamy cum? I slowly started to realize that I didn't want my yearnings to remain fantasies. In retrospect, I view it as my kinky desires kicking the shit out of my jealousy.
Then, one night when we were having sex, our usual Saturday night alcohol infused sex binge, she laid it on me, "If you ever wanted me to do slutty things I would do that for you."
"Slutty things?" I questioned, as if I had no idea.
"You know, like we fantasize about me letting other guys fuck me."
My inner jealous dweeb rose to the surface as I mounted a defense of cautious crap. "I'm afraid it might have a negative effect on our relationship." I even backed off on the verbal fantasy talk during sex, which definitely had a negative effect on both of our enjoyment. By that time we'd been married for two years and you'd think I'd have come around given that I enjoyed the fantasy and had experienced how hot it was for a woman in my past.
During those two years we scrimped and saved for a down payment on my own rig. Over the last six months of that time I explored and received encouragement from various firms willing to hire my services when I got my rig, but there was a catch. Even with a healthy down payment I could only make enough money to pay off the loan if I did long haul, being gone for a minimum of three days at a time. I didn't like the idea, but Nicole said she was down for whatever needed to happen.
I bought a rig and another six months went by. I was getting enough work to make a three day run and take a day off before going on another run. A plan started to develop that involved being less and less attentive to Nicole's sexual needs. I could feel her frustration but pretended I didn't notice or wasn't concerned when she complained about not getting enough sex.