When I look back at the history of my relationship with my wife Lexi, there has been a great many changes over the years. I think every couple in love starts with the same exclusively monogamous, ‘till death do you part’ scenario. I remember I used to get fits of jealousy if a guy even checked Lexi out. If she flirted, I would go ballistic. How times have changed. After many years of marriage, we are now invested in an open relationship. I know this is not for everyone, and at times I question the wisdom of this decision. For us, it broke all the moral and social barriers we believed in. This is an account of how it all began.
We were married ten years ago, and for the most part, we were a normal couple making our way through life a day at a time. When we first met, our life was crazy and exciting, and we thought it always would be, but like so many we got stuck in the rut of daily living. I think for most people, there is a certain amount of security in developing a routine in your life. Unfortunately for us, that list of chores also included our sex life. Lovemaking had lost its spontaneity, and became a scheduled event, kind of like doing the laundry.
This certainly didn't come about because my wife let herself go, or is undesirable. Far from it. Lexi is a stunning woman by any standard. She has all the right curves in all the right places, and attracts attention wherever she goes, but there is a lot more to her than a hot bod and pretty face. She is also smart, articulate and formidable as a business woman.
However, like a lot of couples, our lack of creativity and over-familiarity with each other reduced our passion. Don't get me wrong, she's always tried to be attentive and has been a wonderful lover to me. I think our lack of creativity led us into a functional sexual relationship. I believe many people become boring by choice, but it can be overcome, if you're willing to push the parameters a little. In our case, it was more than a little.
We are both professionals that must meet the public daily, so our appearance is important. Part of our plan is to maintain a healthy life-style of diet and fitness, so we usually meet at the gym four days a week. I normally do heavy lifting, while Lexi does cardio.
I remember back to about a year and a half ago; I was watching Lexi work out at our local gym. It was fascinating how she captivated the attention of almost all the men within view. Once a guy using the squat machine next to me pointed out how hot she was. Initially, that statement made me feel proud, but it also prompted me to take a long look at her and reassess what a gem she is.
She truly is a beauty. That skintight outfit showed off her fit figure, with large, pert breasts, firm, round butt, and strong, shapely legs. As she pumped hard on the stair-climber, the wet fabric clung to her like a second skin. Her prominent nipples poked out the thin fabric of her top. As I watched, she flirted with the guy next to her. He was totally focused on her, and seemed oblivious to all else. Instead of being jealous, I found it kind of an erotic turn on. I think that was the first time I ever considered her being with another man.
This fantasy started that day with a casual passing glance, but rooted itself in my brain as a seed continued to grow. I began to cultivate this vision of her being with other men a bit at a time. After time, It was actually becoming more of a full-blown obsession. I did manage to keep it to myself for the time being. Then, I started reading forum testimonials of people in this lifestyle and I discovered that it was more common than I first thought. Looking back, I'm not sure if this desire to share my wife was natural or cultivated into what it is. In either case, it was now ingrained within me.
One evening after dinner, Lexi was telling me about this new employee at her firm, named Henry. She described how all the girls in the office were enamored with him and thought he was a hot commodity. It was then I asked, "Do you see him that way too?"
"Hmmm,” she thought. “Sure, I suppose so. Why?" she replied.
"I dunno. You’ve never mention finding a guy attractive before. He must be something special.”
"You sound a bit jealous, hun," she laughed.
"Hmmm. So, you find him hot? Has he made any overture to you?”
"Of course, not! I'm a married woman! He wouldn't dare,” she stated abruptly.
"I know you’re the hottest woman in that whole firm. Are you telling me he hasn't flirted, or hit on you?" I asked.
"Of suppose he has, but he knows I'm married. Why would you even ask something like that?"
"Are you aware of how men lust after you?"
"I suppose, but I don't pay much attention to it. It's happened all my adult life. What is it you are saying?"
"Well… I was just curious if you ever thought what it would feel like to be with another guy? After all I'm the only man you've ever been with.”
"Never! Are you nuts? I love you, and am faithful to you alone.”
"I know that. I know you're faithful, but that did not answer my question. Do you ever fantasize about being with other men?"
"Is that what you want? For me to be with another man, so you can be with another woman?"
"Hell no! I don't desire to be with another woman. I was wondering if you ever considered being with other men as a passing fantasy. Sometimes I do.”
"What? Are you crazy? How could you fantasize me being with another man?”
"I dunno. It has been on my mind lately. I know you've only been with me your whole life. Doesn't it ever cross your mind what it would be like?"
"I can't believe you just said that! I'm your wife. Why would you even think such a thing? That's sick."
"Forget it. It was just a passing thought. Sorry I brought it up. I won't mention it ever again."
-oOo-
A few months later, we were out to dinner at our favorite Italian restaurant, when Lexi said, “I have something I want to tell you.”
"What?”
“I was working in the file room today, and Henry asked me to have lunch or dinner with him.”
"Who's Henry?" I asked.
"You remember, I told you about him before. The new guy at work."
"Oh yeah, I remember - the hot guy that was causing wet panties at your firm." I chuckled. "Is that why you've been dressing a bit more provocatively for work lately?"
"I didn't know you noticed,” she grinned.
“Kinda hard to miss, when you go from high collars to showing cleavage. So… is that what you want? Do you want to go out with him?"
"No, of course not! I would never do that to you! I just told you he asked.”
"Technically... you wouldn't be doing it to me. You'd be doing it to him." I chuckled. She glared.
"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"
"I am saying, I don't control you; it's your choice. Do whatever you desire. I'm okay with it," I said, taking her hand and looking into her eyes, so she'd know I was serious.
"Including... you know what?"
"Especially you know what." I squeezed her hand.
“This is crazy. I think you're actually serious.” She looked puzzled and pulled her hand away.
“Sweetheart, all I'm saying is it's your choice.”
“I can't believe we are even discussing this, Alan! This is all so confusing.”
This ongoing dialogue went on for months and was often the topic of our pillow talk. We started to add it to our role play and it was an extreme boost in our sex life. Lexi started to openly discuss the possibility of being a Hot-wife. It was influencing her in other ways also. She was acting more confident and dressing more provocatively.
-oOo-
Several days later, I picked her up at work because her car was in the shop. Lexi was unusually quiet. We drove and listened to the radio. I sensed her fidgeting, as if she was uncomfortable. She was in her own world, staring out the side window, as if in a trance, deep in thought.
To break the silence, I shut off the radio and asked, “Sweetheart, is everything alright? You look troubled.”
“Alan, I want to discuss something with you. It's really important,” she said nervously, after a pause.
“Sure, go ahead. What's on your mind?”
"I have something to tell you but I'm afraid you'll be mad.”
"Tell me anything. What's on your mind?" I paused, raising an eyebrow.
"I went to lunch today with Henry. He's been asking a lot. So today I agreed! Thinking if I did he would stop pestering me."
"Oh? What happened?”
"Well, we took his car, because I didn't have mine. It was very uncomfortable, as I could sense his attraction to me the whole time. At lunch, he asked several rather intimate questions about us.”
“Questions like what?” The car behind honked because I didn't go on green.
“Things like, if we are happy. He pried about our sex life. Then he asked if I ever considered a lover? I was shocked. I told him it was not appropriate for him to ask those personal things and I told him I wanted to go back to the office."
"Wow! What else?"
"Then… on the way back, he... he kissed me."
My mouth dropped open and I gasped, not quite believing what she just said. Then I said in a raised voice, "Are you fucking kidding me?"
"No. I'm not kidding. Please don't be angry.” She paused.
I sat there in disbelief.
"Every since you planted that thought into my mind, it has been nagging at me. You had asked me before if I ever considered being with another man. I truthfully said no, but... since you brought it up, I think about it quite a lot now.”
"Damn! This was just some delusion I shared with you, Lexi. I never thought it would become a reality. Tell me the truth. Was that all that happened?"
"Well, not quite... I… I kissed him back, and he... felt my breasts too," Lexi said softly.
"Shit! I can't believe this is happening," I said, pulling off the road before we got into an accident.
“Would yo please forgive me? I told you rather than hide it. I would never cheat on you.” She spoke in a barely audible voice.
"Nothing to forgive. It all started as my fantasy if you remember? So, I guess I'm as responsible as you are. My question is... what do you want to do? Are you wanting to continue this?"
"I honestly don't know. Would it make you mad if I did?"
"I can't believe I'm sitting here discussing my wife having sex with some other guy. It's kinda nuts. I'm happy you told me, rather than have an affair. And... if I was mad about it, I wouldn't be sitting here sporting a huge erection.”
“Then… you think I should continue?”
“I told you before, it is your decision and It appears you've already made it, but if you're going through with this, then I guess we need to establish some rules.”
"Rules? What rules?"
"Well, to begin with, this is a shared fantasy between us. Nothing has happened yet. If you pursue this with him or another guy you must make it clear that you're not seeking a relationship. I want to lessen the chance of romantic entanglement, and... I have veto power. If I say no, it's no.”
“That seems fair I guess, since this started as your fantasy,” she replied with a smile.
“Then... any guy you're with must also have a current blood test for STD's. Too risky without it.”
“I’m not quite sure how I'd ask something like that. I mean, doesn't that seem a bit… ummm… Calculated?”
“It might seem like a mood kill, but diseases are rampant and deadly.”
“Okay. I'll agree. Anything else?”
“Yeah, one last thing. I don't want any condoms. You're on the pill.”
"Wow! You've given this some thought, haven't you? But why no condoms? You want a blood test, but no condoms? Why?”
"Because, part of my fantasy is getting sloppy-seconds," I grinned.
-oOo-
A few days later, Lexi called from work.
"How are you doing, hun? She spoke softly.
"Okay I suppose, kinda busy. What's up?"
"Henry just asked me out again."
"Hmmm, and...?"
"Well... I told him I wanted to, but had to ask you first. He was a bit stunned that I was telling you. Then I told him all the things we talked about. I told him about the rules. He smiled, and handed me a current card from the health service, showing he was free of STD's. I didn't expect that. I think he's kinda anxious to get into this.”
"So, when is this happening?" I asked, not quite believing how fast this was progressing. Can you send me a photo?”
“Sure… just a moment.”
I opened the text. There was a photo. It showed him to be a large black man with a big smile. He was impeccably dressed in a tailored suit. I could tell he was muscular even though fully dressed.
“Damn, that was a surprise. When is this proposed to happen?”
"He anxious, he wants it... uhhh... me... tonight."
"Damn! What time? This is progressing a lot faster than I anticipated. I have a partner meeting at five-thirty."
"Sweetie, he said he wants our first time to be just the two of us...