“So, how was your date?” It was the first thing I asked my wife, Linda, as she walked through the door. It was 2:15 AM and she looked very tired.
“You’re still up?” she asked, ignoring my question.
“There was no way I could sleep thinking about your evening. How did it go? Did you and Eric have sex?”
“Rob, we agreed that I wouldn’t be bombarded with questions. Let’s go to bed and I’ll tell you what you want to know tomorrow, OK? I’m really beat!” I agreed, but I needed an immediate connection with her. I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a big hug. I couldn’t resist letting my hand stray down her body to feel between her legs. Damn, she was still soaking wet. “Please be gentle. It’s very sore. Tomorrow, please! I love you, but let’s go to sleep.”
Two weeks earlier, Linda and I were watching television when her iPhone rang. I paused the show we were watching so she could talk. I could only hear her side of the conversation. “Oh, my god, you’re kidding? …Seriously? …I don’t know about that. …Oh, I’d have to discuss that with Rob. Well, I don’t think I could, but what a compliment!…Ok, We’ll talk. I’ll let you know. …I’ll call tomorrow. …Love ya! Bye.”
When she hung up, Linda told me that it was Wendy. “Remember the party we went to a few weeks ago? We met Eric, the guy in those rock bands. Wendy told me that Eric thought I was a real hottie and said that he was wondering if I’d like to get together with him sometime.” It was obvious that the invitation was intended for Linda only. Our mutual friend, Wendy, had mentioned to Eric that we were swingers, and he asked Wendy to call to see if Linda was interested in hooking up with him. Linda had never really played without me before. Sometimes at parties, we would split up for a little while, but that was something different from what Eric seemed to be suggesting.
“I told Wendy I’d discuss it with you, but I don’t think I want to meet with him.” I could tell that she really wanted to meet with Eric, but was afraid of hurting my feelings. I told her that she was being silly. Of course she should take him up on his offer. Eric was both good looking and sexy. God knows Linda always had a thing for rock musicians, and Eric fit the bill, so I encouraged her. This guy was well known, charismatic, talented and downright sexy on stage, and just the kind of guy Linda fantasized about. How could I deprive her of the opportunity to fulfil a fantasy? She finally agreed to tell Wendy she was interested and to give Eric her cell phone number.
It was several weeks before Linda and Eric finally got together. I heard very little about the plans, but being a real jerk at heart, I couldn’t resist reading the text messages they sent to each other. I know I should have given her the space to explore this fantasy without my interference, but I was just too curious to let it go. The thought of Linda making arrangements to get together with another guy was getting me aroused. I knew her Facebook password, and discovered that Eric and Linda were texting through Facebook Messenger. I pretended that I didn’t know they were communicating, and from time to time I’d check to see if they had sent each other messages. It was becoming an exciting game for me. The thought of her and another guy was turning me on more than I would have expected. I was not disappointed!
I couldn’t believe how they would talk to each other! Eric told her how hot she was and how much he wanted to fuck her. Linda called him “hottie” and told him she was looking forward to being naked with him. She told Eric that she couldn’t wait to be filled with his cum. He was respectful when speaking about me and told her how grateful he was that her husband (me, of course) allowed her to have some fun with him. She truthfully told him that I liked the idea, and was actually turned on by it. Neither one of them texted extremely graphic content, just “I can’t wait to fuck you,” talk. Linda was really excited by the idea of fucking this hot rock star. Typically, she downplayed her excitement when she was talking to me.
When I asked if she was excited about getting together with Eric, she would say, “I guess so.” I couldn’t get her to admit that she was very much into the encounter. Maybe she underplayed her enthusiasm to avoid hurting my feelings. I could tell from her texts that she was really looking forward to this adventure. I didn’t tell her I had been reading their texts, so I couldn’t let on that I knew how excited she was.
The day of their date felt a little strange for both of us. She spent lots of time picking out what she was going to wear. I got excited as I watched her get ready, thinking about where this was leading. She shaved her legs and her pussy nice and smooth, and polished her finger and toe nails. She spent more than her usual amount of time doing her hair and make-up. The short skirt and blouse she chose were sexy, but not slutty. She looked gorgeous! Linda is not a youngster, but she looked so sexy. She is usually very attractive (especially to me) but tonight she blew me away. Her shoulder-length white hair was worn down and very sexy. On some level, I wished that I was the one to benefit from all this preparation.
“Last chance, babe. Are you sure you’re OK with this thing?” She was kind to ask, but at this point, I couldn’t expect her to stay home even if I wanted her to. Did I want her to stay home? To be honest, I was a little worried about potential problems, but I could see that this was something she really wanted to do. And I was getting a kinky thrill knowing that soon, another man was going to be fucking my wife!
“Don’t think about me tonight, babe. I’ll be fine. Have a good time. I’ll love to hear all about it when you get home.” I knew she loved me. This was an adventure. Something that I knew would make her feel good about herself. I know how she loves to feel attractive to men; how it excites her to please them; how she enjoys being carried away with new and passionate experiences. We love each other like crazy, but we both know that a husband of so many years can’t provide the thrill of a brand new sexual encounter.
“I don’t really love talking about stuff like that, you know,” she warned. That sounded familiar. Many times before I’d watch her with other men in the heat of pleasure and erotic passion. Then, on the drive home she’d tell me it was “nice.” She always was careful not to let on that the sex was really good. I suspect that she didn’t want to admit that sex with other people was sometimes better than with me. Judging from her orgasms, it often was! I hugged her lovingly and kissed her goodbye. I told her that tonight was about her pleasure. I truly did want her to have a wonderful time. As she drove off, I felt just a little bit nervous.
Waiting at home was more difficult than I would have thought. I tried to keep my mind occupied, but it was impossible not to imagine what was going on. The mental image was getting me very excited. I masturbated several times thinking about what they were probably doing.
When Linda came home from her date, I was anxiously waiting up to ask her how her date went. She was obviously tired and not ready to have a discussion at 2:15 in the morning. Of course, I couldn’t sleep and was dying to find out what had happened. I was disappointed that she didn’t want to discuss it then, but agreed not to push the issue and wait until she was ready to share her experience with me.
The next morning, I tried again. We woke up cuddling together in our bed. I kissed her good morning then asked about her evening. “Good morning beautiful. Tell me all about your date.”
“It was fun.” That was her reply. I pressed on.
“I want to hear all about it. I want details. Did you fuck?”
“Of course we fucked. And more! Thank you for encouraging me. I would have missed out if you hadn’t. It was a lot of fun.”
I couldn’t have been more disappointed. I wanted to hear every detail. I asked more questions, and she answered every one, but she really didn’t feel comfortable discussing the particulars of the evening. Her answers supplied some of the details but I felt a little cheated. I was expecting an erotic conversation between the two of us that might even be accompanied by a blowjob or a hand job. I know I told her the experience was supposed to be all for her pleasure, but I realized that I was expecting to benefit as well. She revealed that they made out quite a bit at first, then before she realized it they were naked in his bed. She told me that he loved sucking on her nipples. She told me that she sucked his cock until he came (“Yes, he was larger than you. No, I don’t know how much bigger; I didn’t stop to measure it!. Of course I swallowed!”
She gave me a very matter-of-fact list of the sexual positions they tried; missionary, cowgirl, doggy-style. He even fucked her between her breasts. She didn’t know how many times orgasms she had all together, but she knew it was a lot. I found out that she came when he was licking her pussy and also while they fucked. (She did offer without prompting that the best orgasm that she had was while they fucked in the doggie position.) Stupidly, to asked if he was better than me, but I already knew the answer. “He was different,” was her tactful reply. I have to work to get her to cum just once, so I assume that he was indeed better than me.
I needed to know if she was planning on getting together with Eric again. She said she’d like to, but only if I was ok with it. I made it clear to her that it made me happy knowing that she enjoyed herself, but I was hoping that she’d be more willing to share details with me next time. She promised that she would work on it. “It’s not that I want to keep anything from you.” she said. “I just have a hard time talking about it.”
I told her that I understood. “I do get off listening to your adventures,” I explained. “If you could share more with me, I’d feel a part of it. I jerk off thinking about you and him together. Maybe sometime in the future I could watch.”
“Maybe,” was her reply. I didn’t think she seemed enthusiastic about that idea. I suspect she’d prefer to enjoy her time with Eric without her husband gawking at them. This was supposed to be her time, after all, not an opportunity to share with me.
I continued to monitor her Messenger texts with Eric. I felt a little cheesy about reading her private conversations without her knowledge, but she did continue to text with him from time to time. I enjoyed reading these texts. I even used them to jerk off to. Weeks would go by with no communication between the two of them, and then out of nowhere, there would be a sexy thread about how much he was looking forward to getting together again. They talked about all kinds of sexy things. He told her how much he wanted to fuck her tight little pussy. She played along and told him she missed his hard cock. Linda wouldn’t mention their conversations to me unless I asked. “Have you heard from Eric lately?” I asked. Only then she would tell me what he was up to and where he was performing, etc. If I specifically asked if they were flirting with each other, she’d admit it, but never offered the information otherwise.
They did get together several times after that first time and I’m sure they will again. It’s never kept a secret from me. Eric usually sends me a text afterward to thank me for sharing my “sexy little wife” with him. I thank him for sending Linda back home to me happy and full of his cum. Linda still was not comfortable sharing the details with me, but that’s ok. I know she loves me. I know she occasionally needs some away time with someone else like Eric to keep her feeling sexy. We have a great relationship together. I just need to be aware that I can’t be her one-and-only. She would absolutely get bored with that. And so would I! I don’t think she’d ever cheat on me. Why would she need to?