So, one fun think I intend to do on this blog is highlight some stories that I found sexy over the years. Given the ton of erotica online almost all of these will be obscure, particularly to current readers. That makes me a little sad. I mean, someone sat down and wrote these stories. They got circulated. Hundreds or thousands of people read them, and yet given how these stories were published back in the day, I wonder if the author got any feedback.
Now before I go any further let me state something. I have never had the desire to see my wife with another man. I know it’s a common fantasy but it is not one of mine. That’s why when I made the statement I did even I was shocked. Maybe I did it to prove to myself that I was secure in my own ability as a lover, or a husband, or maybe I just didn’t believe she’d ever do it. But for whatever reason, I said it;
“If you want to give it a try, be my guest.”
“Give what a try?”
There was no way she could have known what I was talking about. When I said it we were Downtown looking through old antique stores or some crap like that. We hadn’t seen the nieghbor in hours nor had we talked about it.
“Mark, that is his name, right? If you want to spend the night with him you have my permission.”
“Is that why you’ve been so quite? You’ve been thinking about this the whole time? What are you trying to do, start a fight?” She was raising her voice.
“No, no, that’s not what I meant. I’m serious, if you want to do it you can and I won’t hold it against you. You can be a single woman for one night and do whatever you want.” I thought this would make her feel better but she just had a strange look on her face as we walked out of the store and toward the car. When we got close she turned around.
“Is that what you think of me? Am I some kind of slut?” she wasn’t really mad just confused, “I don’t get it, you’re supposed to respect me more that anyone and you’re calling me a slut.”
Oh, shit! “Baby, that’s not what I meant. Everyone has desires and you are clearly attracted to this guy. I don’t want you to feel like you’re missing out on something and resenting me for it. That’s all I meant.”
She started to feel bad. “Oh honey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel like that. I wouldn’t have looked twice at that guy if I knew it bothered you. We’ve been joking around like that since we were teenagers, why would it bother you now? I thought our relationship was stronger than that. No, I don’t want anyone else you goof.” She gave me a big hug.
She was so right. I was acting like a pussy. I think I was just sensitive because my looks were going. Whatever it was, I had to toughen up. When we got back to the cottage pretty boy was outside working on his tan. We went over and talked for a while. Kris really wasn’t gauking anymore. We had a couple beers and laughs. My self esteem grew as I realized Mark wasn’t too bright and all he talked about was himself. It was actually Kristen who suggested we go inside to get ready for dinner and leave Mark to his business.
Dinner was going great. We looked into each other eyes the whole time. I never once felt insecure about nieghbor or our marraige. “I’m sorry about acting foolish earlier.” I said.
“Don’t be. I hope you don’t still feel that way. But tell me something, were you really gonna let me sleep with that guy or were you just testing me?”
“No, I would’ve. I was nervous about it but I would have let it happen. Why, were you considering it?”
“Honestly?” my heart jumped into throat with thhat one word “are you gonna get mad?”
“No, of course not.” I was getting mad.
“When you first said it I didn’t even think twice about it but since then it has crossed my mind. But please understand that I would never do it and you are the only man I love. I just wondered for a brief second what it would be like to feel a different body on top of me.”
She caught herself getting carried away, “but, I put it out of my head immediately.”
She wasn’t convincing but I wasn’t really nervous anymore. “Well the offer still stands.”
She looked me right in the eye,”No thanks.”
With that we went to bed. She was soaking wet as we made love. I came quick and passed out. I woke up sometime around 2 am. It was hot and we had both kicked the blankets off. To my amazement when I opened my eyes I saw my beautiful wife with one hand up her shirt and the other down her pants. She was writhing with.pleasure. I never saw he rmasterbate before. She looked amazing. I also had a feeling she wasn’t thinking of me. I shifted a little and she ubruptly stoppped.
“What was that all about?” I inquired
“I couldn’t sleep.” she offered. Obviously very embarrased
“You were thinking of him, weren’t you?”
“I’m not mad, I just need to know.” I was mad, but I did need to know.
“y-y-yes” she stammered, ashamed.
“Do you want him?”
“p-part of me does, and part of me is afraid I’ll hurt you.”
“I’ve never broken a promise to you. I said you could try it if that’s what you want. I’m just afraid our relationship will suffer. I don’t want to lose you.” I was so scared and jealous and angry. I had no idea what to do.
“What if I could promise you that our relationship won’t suffer. When we go back to Boston everything will be the same and this guy will be out of our lives forever.”
“Are you sure this is something you really want to do” I said hoping to talk her out of it.
“I think it’s something I HAVE to do, feel” she took my hands and put it down her pajama bottoms, she was still soaking wet. “I’ve been this way since you mentioned it earlier.”
“Alright then, as of noon tomorrow you are a single woman!” I said nervously.