Megan was very sweet the next morning and didn't seem to want to dwell on the events of the night before. For my part I wouldn't have had any idea where to even start the conversation. We spent a nice weekend together culminating in a very intimate and tender hour in bed on Sunday night which did not involve any mention of Mark (or anyone else for that matter).
As the work week began I was happy for the respite but knew that there was an unspoken, but slowly decreasing, period of time until we would need to address things again. Mark would be back in town for his next session and I somehow didn't think that Megan's one date with him had satiated her desire.
She left it right through the next weekend before bringing him up again. She must have sensed the conflict I was experiencing which made her delay, but it ultimately left us with a window of only several days to sort out our feelings.
She had apparently been emailing with Mark throughout the week and he had predictably asked to see her again. Ultimately our conversation didn't really revolve around IF she would seem him again, but more how, and under what circumstances.
It was more than clear that Megan was attracted to him, and in the right circumstances would certainly consider having sex with him. It was the last time that he was meant to be in town for work and I felt an enormous pressure to determine how far I was willing to let this go.
My discomfort surrounding Megan's real life date was surely clear. However she also had close to two years of history of me encouraging her to explore the fantasy of sex with other men. I didn't have a huge platform to stand on.
I had asked for some time to think about everything but by Wednesday my wife's frustration was clear.
"I need to know what to tell Mark..."
she finally prompted that night.
"and if I'm going, I need to know what you're comfortable with"
I told her with honesty that I didn't think I could handle her having sex with Mark... at least not in his hotel room away from me.
"I'm pretty sure it would be a bit weird for you to come on my date and come up to the room with us babe"
she laughed, but I could tell by her tone that she was serious.
"Can you imagine going on a date with a woman and then she brings her husband along?!"
smiling.
"Besides, I'm not even sure that I would be able to do it with you watching! I'd be too self conscious..."
That was surprising and sparked another pang of anxiety for me. In all of my fantasies about sharing Megan I had always at least been present when it was taking place. When it came to real life discussion of it I was alarmed by the sudden reality that she might not be comfortable with that.
"I don't get it"
she finally said, beginning to show irritation. "
You spend all of this time getting me used to the idea of having sex with another guy... which I go along with for
you
! When you're finally presented with what
should
be the hottest thing you could possibly imagine you suddenly get jealous or something!"
I wanted to stop the discussion from turning into a fight.
It was clear she wanted to go on the date and was frustrated by not being able to confirm with Mark. I told her to just tell him 'Yes' and that we would sort out what we were comfortable with the next day.
Having secured at least a first stage win, Megan agreed and ended the conversation for the evening.
I tossed and turned throughout the night. The added pressure of the timeframe was forcing me to try and work through my feelings quickly. Our discussion that evening had only served to pile more on top for me to work through. It was clear that if given permission Megan would quite happily go and fuck Mark in his hotel on Friday. That left me feeling both hurt and jealous. However, imagining the act itself had caused a very familiar erection. I was soon visualizing my wife lied back on the bed, large boobs bouncing, as Mark Hall pounded into her.
The next morning Megan suggested a compromise. She knew that I was struggling with the immediacy of everything. She could go on the date with the promise of no intercourse. She would even make that clear to Mark up front. We could see how that date went and if she was to see Mark again it would be at a later time.
I was relieved.
"Mayyyyybe just a wee bit of fooling around?..."
she suggested, looking for my reaction,
Having her remove the pressure of sex had considerably settle my nerves.
"But no sex of any kind...?"
I looked to confirm warily.
"No penis inside me in any which way!"
she grinned, holding up her hand in in promise.
The lead up to Friday's date unfolded in a very similar fashion to her previous one. While Megan only owned a handful of what would be considered 'sexy' dresses, each of them was pretty spectacular. The red number that she chose for her date with Mark served to showcase her body in a very enticing manner.
Megan had clearly learned from last time that she encountered less resistance from me when she played to my desires and fantasies. She had discovered that if she could get me horny enough I would be less worried about all of the other thoughts swirling around in my head. In turn, when she went to change from her work clothes into her outfit to meet Mark I received a whole series of pictures via text instead of last time's single shot.
"Hi sweetie. Just getting changed before heading over to The Hammond to meet him. What do you think about this underwear?
It was accompanied by a few self shot photos of her in a drop dead burgundy lingerie set that we had purchased together earlier in the year. Her tits were pushed tightly together and bulged from the bra. The thong underwear were barely there. She had included a shot using a mirror in order to ensure I had a view of what was essentially her naked bum, clothed only by the tiny triangle of fabric that disappeared between her round cheeks.
I groaned inwardly and settled down onto the couch in our empty living room. Clicking into the photos individually I zoomed in to get a closer view of her body. It was as if I was looking at porn on the internet, but in this case it was me trying to get as good a view as possible of my own wife!
Another photo arrived and I waited impatiently for the circle to complete as it loaded on my screen. The text arrived below it.
"I'm trying to decide if the underwear is necessary. It doesn't really cover much"
she teased.
The circle achingly neared completion and the photo finally came into focus. It was a shot of her pulling her panties outward so that I could see downward into them.
"Do you think he'd like what I did down there?"
My hand instinctively dropped into my lap as I realized she had shaved off the small triangle of blonde hair that usually adorned her mound. All that was left was her soft smooth skin and the faintest hint of her lips below.
This time I groaned out loud. It was by no means the first time she had shaved herself bald. I would occasionally ask her to do it as a special treat and she knew that I loved it. The fact that she had done so just prior to going on a date with Mark caused my penis to quickly jump to attention in my pants.
The next shot was just a selfie showing her from the waist up. She was wearing only her bra and a wicked smile.
"Maybe I don't even need the bra..."
she mused teasingly.
"Actually, that's probably not such a good idea. I don't need EVERY guy in the bar trying to fuck me"
"Just Mark"
Christ.
"Love you sweetie. Don't wear out your penis tonight. I'm going to need it when I get home"
Lips kissing emoji
Devil emoji
I wandered upstairs to get changed from work. I selected a t-shirt and a pair of loose fitting gym shorts for practicality's sake. I knew that I was going to require easy access throughout the night.
I likely drank one too many Stellas during my wife's absence and as a result had a pretty good buzz going when Megan returned through the door around 11.
I had managed to match my previous output of three orgasms throughout the evening. It was extremely sexually frustrating to not know what my wife was doing on a date with this other man... and exactly what
"Mayyyyybe just a wee bit of fooling around?..."
actually entailed.
As she came into our bedroom I could immediately tell how delicious she smelled. Her hair seemed a bit tousled and she wore a big grin.
"How did it go?"
I ventured cautiously.
"Great!"
she replied immediately.
"Strip"
It was clear that she was incredibly turned on and I followed her instructions, quickly disrobing so that I could watch her do the same. Actually seeing her in the lingerie that I had been masturbating to throughout the evening served to immediately arouse my dick and my wife smirked as she climbed onto the bed next to me.
I needed to know.
"No sex, right?"
"I gave you my word about tonight"
she replied, looking me in the eyes.
She pulled me in towards her and we were kissing passionately. My hands were all over her and I soon slipped a hand down inside of her panties, wanting to feel the smooth skin that she had teased me with. As my index finger parted her lips and slid inside of her it was clear how turned on she was.
She broke our kiss momentarily and spoke to me softly.
"How does it feel touching me where another guy did just an hour ago?"
Holy shit!
"Really??"
I asked in shocked amazement.
Wicked smile and a nod.
"Does that turn you on honey?... Knowing that another man was fingering your wife's pussy?"
There was no way she would believe a lie
"Yes"
She slid down my chest and took my erection in her mouth. She would alternate between sucking and telling me details about their night.
They had met at Hammonds again for drinks. He had very much liked the dress she had chosen. Given the fact that she was meeting him for a second date there was obviously a degree of interest on her part so he was quite flirty right away. She had explained to him that she was interested but had promised me that she wouldn't have sex. While he had seemed a bit disappointed she hinted it didn't necessarily mean she couldn't do
anything
.
