Over the next month I noticed an increasing 'interest' in the fantasy that we had been exploring. Over the previous year and a half Megan had been happy to go along with the fantasy of wife sharing, but it had always been pretty clear that this was
my
fantasy and something that she was just participating in to add a bit of spice to the bedroom.
Her sudden aroused curiosity was unexpected and left me feeling a bit unsettled. She wanted to know more about what parts of the fantasy turned me on the most. She seemed to be testing my reaction with certain new roleplay ideas or things she teased me with.
Megan had traditionally taken on a somewhat domineering role when it came to exploring the fantasy. She often liked to tease me and 'put me in my place'. There was a natural element of humour to it that she could turn on and off fairly easily. She seemed to find it the easiest way to participate in the fantasy without any of it being 'too real'.
She had recently pulled back from this approach however. The dominance that I was accustomed to was being replaced by a much more intimate and curious means of exploration. She was asking far more questions about it than she ever had before. It seemed that the fantasy of wife sharing which had always been mine, was somehow becoming more interesting to her as well.
I quietly had a suspicion as to why that I kept to myself.
"Honey, do you think you would find it hot if I went on a date?"
It was obviously an unexpected question and it came out of the blue. Megan had just finished giving me a fairly spectacular blow job and was now just about to sink herself down onto my cock. To this point it had been a fairly normal night of sex which hadn't involved any kind of fantasy or roleplay (despite the focus of this story the majority of the sex we had did
not
involve any kind of fantasy play)
I looked at my wife in surprise and then let out a moan as I felt her lower herself down, taking the entirety of my dick inside of her.
"What do you mean exactly?"
I managed as she began to slowly work herself up and down on me in her most erotic fashion.
"Like, a date..."
"With a guy".
Unsure exactly what she meant I remained quiet and she carried on, clearly flustered a bit by having to explain it in such plain terms.
"Where, you know... you'd be home while your wife was out with someone else.... and maybe it creates a really wild sexual intensity?"
"Nothing would happen of course!"
she added onto the end as if it was a given but should be emphasized anyways.
Not getting any kind of immediate affirmation from me she relied on the tried and true. Leaning backwards she opened her legs a bit wider so that I could see my dick going in and out of her as she rode. She knew it was a favorite of mine. With her free hand she reached down and lifted her large left breast upwards and began to tongue around her wide areola. Favorite #2 for me.
The fact that she was pulling both of these out at the same time was a sure sign that she was trying to elicit a positive response from me.
"Who would you go on a date with?"
I finally answered simply, tearing my gaze away from the alluring view of my penis disappearing and reappearing inside of her pussy.
Well, there's a guy from this work thing that I think might be a bit interested in me. I thought it might be kind of sexy for you and I if I, like,
'had drinks' with him or something.
I naturally wanted to know who 'this guy' was.
The answer didn't really surprise me. Megan's company had recently brought in a social media consultant to help them revise their corporate social media strategy. Once every two weeks there was an off-site at one of the local hotels for the marketing staff with this guy Mark Hall, the consultant.
There were supposed to be a total of five sessions and so far they'd had three. Megan had come back from each raving about how great they had been. She'd described the guy, Mark, as really smart and together despite being fairly young. Although she hadn't said that she found him attractive she had certainly been far more effusive about him than any other guy she ever mentioned from work.
She explained that he travelled in a few hours from New York and stayed over night each time. After each of the sessions there had been an informal gathering where a bunch of the people from her company and Mark chatted about ideas at the hotel lobby. She confessed that her and Mark had spent a lot of time speaking during these and that there were some flirty vibes. After the last one he'd suggested that maybe they could talk more over a drink next time he was in town.
Continuing to ride me Megan explained that she didn't want to meet up with him for a drink at his hotel because there were far too many people from her company that might get the wrong idea ('
or perhaps the right idea'
I thought to myself). Her thought was that maybe she meet him somewhere else for drinks next time he was in town and we could treat it like she was on a date (
'which she actually would be'
I corrected in my inner dialogue).
I was struggling to process this all. It was suddenly including 'real world' stuff into something that had for so long been purely bedroom fantasy. Was this Megan just trying to put a sexy spin on something innocent? Or was there something greater to this all that I wasn't quite putting together?
I asked her to tell me a bit more about him. She leaned into another favorite by turning around and riding me from behind. Her soft white ass was soon rhythmically riding up and down in my lap as my hands took full handfuls of each cheek. She described him as being 25 which made him 8 years Megan's junior. He was apparently well built, and good looking with dark hair.
"So you find him attractive?"
I confirmed as she began to really ramp things up in my lap.
"Yes silly. He's attractive"
she confirmed.
"Is he the kind of guy you would imagine fucking you in the kind of scenarios we roleplay?"
I queried further.
"...maybe"
after a long pause.
"Have you?"
a shorter pause this time
"Yes"
The condoms in the box had run out a couple of weeks prior and thankfully Megan hadn't reintroduced them. I unloaded over and over again deep inside of her pussy.
Megan didn't bring the 'date' up again for a few days, however I knew that with the next session approaching on Thursday it would likely come back up again soon. Tuesday afternoon I received a text from her right near the end of the day as I was beginning to pack up.
"Hi babe. Have to run by the printers on the way home. Also need to stop and buy cereal. Anything else you need from store?
Also. Date with Mark. Y/N?"
I read it over and over. I still wasn't exactly sure what I was saying "Y or N" to.
She had clearly stated that 'obviously nothing would happen'. I did trust my wife implicitly and if that's what she said than I knew that she meant it.
I allowed the erotic possibility of the unknown creep into my brain. Maybe it would be fun. I imagined Megan dressed in something hot with this young guy hitting on her..
"Y"
I should have used that night to get some more information on the table but we were both exhausted. An hour of TV after dinner and both of us were yawning. I figured that we could talk about it more on Wednesday.
Wednesday night brought a late work assignment for Megan and my friend Brady needing to be picked up from Baltimore where his car had broken down. Arriving back at 10pm Megan was already in bed.
I woke up Thursday morning to find the other side of the bed empty. Megan was already dressed for work, explaining that her team needed to be at the office an hour early due to the offsite in the afternoon. She leaned across the bed to give me a quick kiss as she passed by. She was wearing my favourite perfume and smelt incredible. She was wearing standard clothes that she would wear to work but I did notice a garment bag hanging from our door frame. Looking at me mischievously she undid the zipper. I woke up
very
quickly.
I recognized the dress immediately. It was decidedly NOT work attire. I had only seen Megan wear it a couple of times. It was tight. Sexy. Low cut up top. High cut below. She looked spectacular in it and it was a dress that on her body was designed to attract attention. I had a sudden view of her walking into a bar to meet this guy wearing it and it made me rather uncomfortable.
Maybe it was supposed to...?
Wasn't that part of this?
"I'm meeting him at Hammond's after the post-seminar thing wraps up"
Megan said from the doorway.
It was a classy lounge at a nice hotel nearby where her seminar was.
"I'll text you later on and we can have some fun"
she said with a wink and then the tapping of her heels as she retreated down the hall.
She very rarely wore heels.
I spent the day with my stomach in knots. I tried to rationalize what tonight was all about. I knew that I didn't have to worry about Megan having sex with him. So what was I concerned about? As I revisited the image of her walking into the lounge in that dress to meet a date I had to admit that I found it pretty sexy. I just wished that we'd had some time to discuss things prior. I still didn't really understand her motivation.
I arrived at home after work to an empty house and quickly poured a glass of brandy. The late Spring air had an unseasonable pinch to it and the warm rush felt nice as I sat down at the dining room table on my own.
I flicked on the TV in the kitchen and pondered over what I could make for dinner.
My thoughts soon drifted towards Megan. I imagined her, flashing a smile as she approached a table in the lounge. I realized that I didn't know what Mark looked like. Reaching for my phone I Googled him. He was easy to find. As described by my wife he appeared to be quite successful and there were a number of interviews and profiles on him. Again, as described, tall, young, good looking.
Scrounging through the fridge I realized that attaching a visual to him had been a bad idea. I could now very easily imagine him turning to meet my wife. Her laughing at one of his jokes. Their hands close to each other on the table.
I was drawn by the buzzing from my phone. I quickly retrieved it to find a message from Megan. The time on my phone said 6:45. I imagined it would be about when their gathering would be winding down.
"Hi babe. What do you think?
I'm meeting him at 7"
A moment later a picture came across. It was Megan in what appeared to be a women's restroom. She was wearing 'the dress'. She had on lipstick which was also rare and her hair was down with waves curled into it. She looked fucking spectacular.
