# Husband POV
“You want me to have sex with someone else?” Sadie, my wife, asked.
The question came out as more of a statement than an actual inquiry.
She had been listening to our conversation from the other side of the door while I was telling my best friend about how I fantasized about watching her get nailed by some random guy.
The proverbial elephant in the room, rather, bedroom, could no longer be ignored: she’d just found out what a giant pervert I was.
The unexpectedness of it all took me aback for a second, but then I realized that this was what she wanted to hear, that she had been having similar fantasies, and she just wanted to make sure she’d heard me right.
After all, there she was, calm and willing to talk to me, still. Most other women would’ve probably slapped me and demanded a divorce.
“Yes,” I said simply.
“And you want to watch it happen?”
“Yes.”
We were already planning on having our anniversary sex at a hotel tonight anyway, so if she really wanted to fulfill my fantasy, this was as good a time as any.
See, me and my wife have been together for almost 10 years now. We’d gotten kinky in all the dirty ways we were “supposed to”, as a modern couple, giving each other thousands of good orgasms and toe-curling moments of pleasure and yet we’d never gone too far into the realm of the taboo.
At most, we’d used some toys and cuffs and she once wore her former cheer leading outfit for me, but we’d generally kept it almost vanilla, nothing too outrageous.
If we did this, it was either going to be one of the best things we’ve ever experienced in our relationship or ruin our marriage, irreparably so.
“Baby?” I asked, when the silence grew too long and heavy to bear.
The look on my wife’s then face changed and it became playful and flirtatious.
“I’ll do it if you promise not to tell anyone. It would be simply scandalous! Imagine the gossip. I mean, what if our neighbor, Jack, got the wrong idea about me?”
I was and fuck, if it didn’t add new layers of excitement for me.
To know that she had given this fantasy as much thought as I had, and even had a different man in mind, it was filling my brain with endless possibilities.
Perhaps we were going to do this more than one time. Perhaps I would one day come home and find her impaled on Jack’s cock.
“You mean it? You’ll really… for me?”
This was all too much.
My cock started to twitch in excitement at the thought of watching my own wife fuck another man. Even though I knew it was wrong in the eyes of society, I couldn’t help myself.
It was the ultimate thrill.
The fact that we had been married for a long time made me feel like such a dirty old man when I fantasized about other men fucking my wife.
It wasn’t as if I wanted her to cheat on me or anything — I just liked imagining what it would be like.
“Yeah.”
The truth was that she never really showed any interest in sex with other people until now. She didn’t even masturbate much at all until we got together, which was kind of surprising since most women seemed to have a knack for self-pleasure.
But then again, she wasn’t raised with the same culture as I was. She’d grown up in some small town in Europe somewhere and her parents had been incredibly religious.
“Then… tonight?”
I nodded.
We could make it happen easily enough.
She just needed to wear one of her sexy dresses, the ones that showcased her generous curves, sit pretty at the bar, nursing a glass of wine and let men approach her, seduce her.
She’d pick a winner and then we’d escort him to our hotel room where he’d fuck her under my watchful eye.
It was going to be exciting, seeing her go from blushing shy girl to eager slut over the course of the night.
“I’ll go get ready, then.”
And with that, a mere handful of hours later, she’d hopped on a bar stool, dressed in a sexy little red number.
The fabric hugged her body and clung to the curves of her hips, waist and breasts. Her hair was pulled up in an elegant twist at the back of her head with tendrils falling down around her face.
She looked like a movie star or a fashion model.
That was all it took for men to start to gravitate towards her.
Back when she was single, some would even give her flowers or chocolates or expensive jewelry for no reason other than their own lustful desires.
And even now, 11 years later, when she was no longer a wiry little waif but a mature woman, a simple smile from my wife could make a man weak in the knees.
It was no different tonight.
Less than ten minutes of waiting and someone was already making contact with my wife. He was wearing a business suit and I couldn’t spot a wedding ring on his finger.
Good, we didn’t want to worry about interfering with another couple’s sex life. We just wanted to up the ante for ours.
I watched this guy lean into my wife’s luscious body and whisper something in her ear. It made her giggle and a soft blush colored her cheeks. I assumed it was something scandalous, indecent, perhaps completely lewd.
He then placed his hand on the small of her back, almost possessively. His other hand slid down to cup one full breast, right there, where everyone could see what he was doing to my wife.
Except that no one but us knew she technically belonged to another man.
She leaned against him as he moved closer until their bodies were touching. Their lips met for an instant before they separated again.
They looked at each other with lustful eyes and she smiled seductively and spoke a few soft words.
He then looked at me, an expression of intrigue on his face, before giving into his curiosity.
I nodded at my wife and before long, we all found ourselves in the privacy of the hotel room I’d booked, with me seated on a chair, in the corner, and my wife getting naked for our guest.
He’d stopped her before she could take her lingerie off as well.
His eyes roamed over my wife’s body, his gaze lingering on the swell of her breasts and belly. He looked like a man who’d just been given a gift he couldn’t wait to unwrap, as for my wife? She clearly wanted nothing more than for him to touch her, to taste her.
The stranger stepped closer until their bodies were almost touching. “I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she said with a smile that turned into a gasp when he lowered his head and kissed her clavicle.
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**Author Note: The characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.**
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