I'd viewed it as a huge victory the first time Megan initiated it on her own. Up until that point I had been forced to maintain a very delicate balancing act. She had always made it quite clear that it was very much MY fantasy and something that she was going along with purely for my pleasure. I'd considered myself lucky that she had gradually adapted to my fantasy at all.
It had taken me months to get up the nerve to even bring it up to her. My initial attempts to introduce the idea had been clumsy and tentative. I spent another two months gradually asking her questions or introducing roleplaying ideas into the bedroom and she still didn't pick up on what I was actually getting at.
It's not something that anyone would generally feel comfortable saying outright to their spouse, but I finally came to the realization that I was going to have to be frank with her. Over the 5 years of our marriage she had proven to be understanding, caring, and open to trying new things. But I assumed this was really pushing the limit. And I was right.
I chose a night when we were in bed and she was already quite turned on. I had recently purchased a dildo for her and I had been deliberately working it in and out of her pussy as she gave me head. The screen on our bedroom TV flickered with a porn film I had selected. It featured a variety of scenarios of wives cheating on their husbands.
Despite all of the cues that I had been introducing recently she still seemed surprised.
"I have a fantasy about you having sex with another guy"
The fallout was gradual and lasted for a couple of weeks. In her defence there was nothing she said that was unreasonable.
She obviously wanted to know why
(I didn't know. I just knew that the thought of it turned me on in all kinds of different ways)
.
She wanted to know if it was something that I actually wanted her to do or if it was just a fantasy
(I told her just a fantasy although I knew I harbored a desire to see it happen in real life).
She tried to determine if it was due to something that was missing in our marriage
(it truly wasn't).
She wondered if it was some kind of tit-for-tat plan that was designed to introduce the idea of me sleeping with other women
(nothing could have been further from the truth).
As Megan gradually began to realize that the idea was less threatening she allowed me to expand on what I had initially told her and explain some aspects of what turned me on about it.
She had completely missed the elements that I had been introducing into the bedroom, but once she began to understand what I had been attempting she ever so slowly began to warm up to them on occasion.
"Do you like watching him fuck me?"
I remember the exact moment that phrase came from her lips. Recalling it still gets me hard.
It was a few weeks after I had told her about my fantasy. We were in bed and things were heating up. She had instructed me to kneel at the end of the bed and masturbate as she fished through her bedside drawer. Returning with her vibrator she laid back on the bed in front of me, closed her eyes, and applied it to her clit. A soft smile slowly came across her face as the teasing sensations began to stimulate her.
I did as directed, kneeling and stroking my shaft as she pleasured herself. After a few minutes of warm up she opened an eye to ensure she had my attention. Deliberately drawing the device downward she positioned it between her puffy lips. With a mischievous smile she pushed it onward and into her.
She was wet, and easily took half of it's length before slowly drawing it back out. I watched entranced as she began to slowly work it in and out of herself.
The sight of my wife nude is enough to get me hard at virtually any time, never mind when she's putting on a show. There's something sexually contradictory about her appearance and personality which has always been very mysterious and confusing.
She's short at just over 5 feet. Her frame is a stunning series of curves which is unusual on someone of smaller stature. Her shoulders slope down gently to a large chest which is a natural D-cup. Her torso continues down softly until flaring out into perfectly contoured hips and an ass which is quite large for her frame. Given that she is short her legs somehow still manage to appear long and sexy. She's classically 'cute' in a very girl next door kind of way. Which when paired with an obviously sexy body combines to tick a lot of boxes for guys I'd imagine.
My wife is friendly and generally outgoing, but prefers to get to know people before opening up. She's certainly not a classic extrovert. She's aware that she's attractive and has the ability to get male attention, but for the most part she dresses in a stylish but reserved fashion. This only serves to make it that much more exciting on the occasions when she'll wear something sexy when we go out. Her in a swimsuit is a sight to behold and the curvy, sloped nature of her body ensures that whatever bikini she is wearing seems to be consistently doing battle to perform its job.
The sight of Megan naked and pleasuring herself would be too much for many men to handle. With her shoulder length blonde hair brushed to the side and her soft white skin pale in the dim light she looked incredibly sexy mid tease. My penis was sticking straight out as I watched her fucking the vibrator and I was making no effort to hide how turned on I was watching her take it.
She had both eyes open now and she watched me with curiosity.
"Do you like watching him fuck me?"
It was the first time she openly acknowledged and participated in the fantasy with me.
I can still recall the amused smile on her face just moments later as I came deep inside of her. Her simple tease had proven too much for me. I didn't get more than four strokes into her before unloading with a giant gasp.
Megan began to understand the power that the fantasy held in the bedroom. She was entirely uninterested in discussing it on the surface. However, once in bed she would often come around if the idea was introduced. She was clearly taking note of the parts of the scenario that turned me on the most.
She remained outwardly reluctant and she was never the one to suggest that we explore the fantasy. But I could tell that she enjoyed the power it contained and she seemed to occasionally enjoy wielding that dominance around in bed. I sensed that once roleplay and fantasy became too frequent she would have a problem with it, so I made sure to only suggest it at times when it felt right.
Megan easily got the hang of it, understanding that virtually any suggestion of her with another man served to stiffen my cock and turn the rest of me into moldable putty. While my fantasies of her with another man were quite broad (some quite intimate, some involving threesomes, some with me just watching) she seemed to respond best to a side of the fantasy that allowed her to be dominant. I was so excited that she was participating at all that I wouldn't have dreamed of arguing.
After the first few nights of light teasing she began to introduce orgasm denial into our routine. The first time we did it she again made me kneel at the end of the bed and jerk off while she fucked herself (this time with the more realistic shaped dildo I had purchased). I eagerly asked her how it felt. Was she enjoying what he was doing to her? etc. Her long moans and exclamations about how good his dick felt were the greatest turn ons I had experienced to that point.
As she had closed in on orgasm I had edged my way closer to her in hope and expectation that I would enter her and we could cum together.
"Not tonight honey. He's the only one who gets to fuck me. You can just make yourself cum"
She said it with a hint of a smile... but I could also tell that she was quite serious.
I watched in awe as she used the dildo to work herself to a fervent orgasm. Finally unable to hold out any longer I clambered through the pile of our discarded clothing at the end of the bed until I located the t-shirt I had been wearing.
From the afterglow of her orgasm Megan again watched with an amused look as I jammed my penis up against the garment in a fluster and began to unleash stream after stream of cum.
"You're lucky you chose the right piece of clothing babe"
she teased me as I came down and she got up from the bed.
"If that had been any of my stuff..."
she chuckled as she walked past me towards the bathroom closing the door behind her.
With the aftereffects of my orgasm beginning to wear off I realized how silly I must look, knelt on the bed naked having just been made to cum in my own shirt. If I wasn't so turned on by it all I might have been alarmed.
A few weeks later she did it again. This time as she began to get close she warned me that tonight only SHE was going to get to cum, and that I was meant to just watch and see how another man makes her cum.
Incredibly exciting and very kinky! However if I had known that it was coming I certainly wouldn't have gotten myself quite as worked up. As it was, I had an erection that was straining for a release and full swollen balls that were imminently ready to unload.
The best that I got was a soft pet on the head of my penis and a nodding consolation about how uncomfortable it must feel to not be able to orgasm.
As she rolled over onto her side of the bed and turned out the light Megan warned me that she was doing laundry in the morning and that she had better not find any indication that I'd cum. For extra measure she slid herself backwards so that her soft ass and silk panties pushed up against my straining erection. She has a very large, very sexy ass for her size and it's one of my favourite features of her body. It served to torture me for the next hour as I lay there uncomfortably, willing my body to relax from it's sexually stimulated state.
Over the next several months I continued to experiment with introducing new ideas into the bedroom. As always Megan would start out fairly chaste but inevitably warm up.
