davidboring11231
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This may not be the most titillating story, but it is at least real, so read on based on your interest level. I'm 33 and my wife is 30. We live in NYC. We're both professionals who are in good shape and attractive. I've been fantasizing about her with another man for 9 of the 11 years that we've been together (married for 3).
We first explored sex with others about 6 years ago at a swingers club in Manhattan. I already knew what my interest was, and the whole event centered around her fooling around with another woman's partner on a big group mattress while I watched and tried not to make the other woman feel too ignored. The scene unplayed with my wife blowing a guy who was twice my size while his partner blew me just to make things symmetrical (my wife had to ask her to do it before she blew the guy). I almost shot my load, but held on by making the woman stop as I watched my wife service this guy. Then we all groped each other for a while and she ground on his cock until she told me that she didn't want to fuck him and he was getting too pushy. I, of course, backed her, and she and I ended up fucking like crazy in front of a room full of people.
Nothing more, other than my jerking off, happened for a few more years until about 5 months ago I convinced her to go for a couples "massage." At the massage, I was massaged by a woman and she was massaged by a young guy. Despite the fact that he was slightly effiminate, by the end, she was naked, her legs were spread in the air and she was grasping his cock through his pants.
After that, I brought up fucking another guy many times during sex. But nothing ever progressed. Tonight, though, the two of us were at a bar and she told me that we couldn't talk about my fantasy anymore during sex because it was distracting her. I said okay, and let the issue drop. She pursued it, though, and told me that I was confusing her. I have to admit that I have mixed feelings and have been sending her correspondingly mixed messages. She baited me into telling her what I wanted. And as my hands were shaking, I told her that I really could not stop thinking about her fucking someone else. She told me that she is very into the idea, but doesn't want to feel like I am controlling her. She then reassured me that she could never find anyone like me, even though she believes that people are not made for monogamy. The upshot is that she has used her repudiation of the idea to emphasize to me how much she wants to do it, but on her terms. She has told me that if this is what I want, she will do it, but won't tell me (or get my permission) ahead of time, and will only tell me the details that she chooses afterwards. I'm shaking like a leaf, but I've been hard for hours.
She got sick and the night ended, but who knows where things go from here.
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