Opening Up

When she stepped out from our bathroom, I took a moment to soak in this vision of absolute beauty before me. Although she was dressed casually in denim jeans and a simple black top, she looked so incredible it caused my heart to palpitate. She must have noticed the expression on my face, as she flashed her dazzling smile and performed a pirouette in the doorway, allowing me to appreciate the shape of her well-toned buttocks.

"How do I look?" she asked.

"Like I am the most foolish husband in the world for letting this happen," I said.

She laughed. "Don't be silly. This is the start of a whole new adventure for us! You should be excited."

"I feel like I'm going to throw up," I said. "How about you?"

"I'm nervous," she said. "Nervous, but excited. I haven't been on a date in nearly twenty years!"

A date. Those words really resonated with me. My wife was about to go on a date with another man. I should have been irate, but of all the emotions I was feeling at that moment, anger wasn't one of them. I was about to give my wife an experience that she could never have within a traditional marriage, and it felt as though I were granting her an incredible gift.

I kissed her, and she returned my kiss with such passion that my knees nearly buckled. She gave me a sultry look and promised to text me when her date was over. When the door closed and her car pulled out of the driveway, the first thing I did was head to the liquor cabinet. I poured a glass of scotch and kept the bottle nearby as I sat in my favorite recliner in silence.

What had I done? Why had I done it? I looked at the clock on the wall, and surmised that they had to have met by now. Who was this guy? All I knew of him was his name: Jason. Even that, I figured, could have been an alias he gave her to protect his identity. She told me he was "cute", but not cuter than me - or so she claimed. He was physically fit, a year older than Meagan, and recently divorced. That was the entirety of information that I had about the man who was now on a date with my wife.

The time crawled. I swear, I saw the second hand of the clock move counter-clockwise at one point. I tried to keep my mind occupied by turning on the television, but that didn't help. I desperately wanted to know what the two of them were doing at that moment. Were they getting along? Were they holding hands? Was he putting one of his hands on her knee? Were they kissing? It was killing me not to know. But she had promised to tell me everything, and I would know soon enough, if only that damn clock would move a little faster.

I felt the vibration of my cell, and quickly took it from my pocket. "All done," the text read.

"How did it go?" I texted.

"Good," she responded. "I was a little naughty." A smiley-faced emoticon.

Naughty? What did that mean? Before I could ask, she followed, "I'll tell you when I get home." Kissy-face emoticon.

What did she mean by "naughty?" She said she wasn't going to do anything with him that night. She said they were only meeting for drinks. What on earth could she have done that was naughty? The question bore a hole straight through my gut. It also excited me in ways I could neither deny nor explain. In a strange way I wanted her to be naughty.

An eternity passed, and I downed another shot of scotch before I heard her car pull into our driveway. My pulse raced and my heart nearly burst when she opened the door, looking so beautiful. She smiled and bit her bottom lip in the way she did whenever she thought she had done something dirty. I rose from my chair and pulled her toward our couch.

"I want every detail," I said.

She took a deep breath. It was obvious that she was both excited and nervous about telling me her story. "Well, when I got to the bar, Jason was already there waiting for me. He recognized me immediately and waved me over to his table. I took a look around the bar to make sure there was no one there I recognized. I was so nervous. I felt like I was about to commit a crime or something."

"Did he look like you expected?" I asked.

She nodded. "He's very cute. He was a complete gentleman. He greeted me with a handshake and a peck on the cheek. I could tell he was nervous, too. It was cute."

"There's that word again," I said.

"Well, it was!" she said. "Do you want to hear the truth of what happened or not?"

"Yes, go on."

"We ordered our drinks, and spent the longest time just making small talk. He told me about his two kids, who both live with his ex-wife. I told him about our situation, and how we always wanted kids, but couldn't have any. He's such a good guy, and so easy to talk to. It seemed like time flew by."

Not for me, I thought to myself.

"After a few drinks - which he paid for by the way - he walked me out to our car," she continued. "Just by coincidence, I happened to park right next to his truck. He has one of those big trucks that you need a stepladder to get into. We stood outside between our two vehicles, just talking and talking."

"Did he try to make a move on you?" I asked.

"He was a gentleman," she repeated, "but he was being a little flirty. A little touch here and there to let me know he was attracted. It was cold out tonight, and after a while he suggested we continue the conversation in his truck. He opened the door and helped me step up. When we both sat down, he just leaned over and kissed me."

My heart sank. The mental image of my wife kissing another man felt like a punch in the gut. I tried my best to conceal my thoughts, however. "How was it?" I asked.

"It was nice," she said. A flicker of concern in her expression causing her eyes to narrow. "Are you okay with that?"

"Yeah," I said. "I mean, that's what this night was all about, right? We agreed to do this."

"Okay..." she said with hesitance.

"Go on," I said.

"Anyway, we kissed for a good, long time. He had turned his heater on, and between that and the kissing, I got a little overheated quickly. I took my coat off, and he took that as an invitation to touch my breasts."

"Did you let him?"

"Yes," she said. "I didn't stop him. It felt good, and I was getting swept away in the moment. I'm a married woman making out in a truck with a guy I just met, in a public parking lot no less! It was exciting, I have to admit."

My initial queasiness when she began her tale was slowly morphing into a strange sense of arousal. Although I wasn't there to witness what happened that night, my mind filled in the blanks and presented me with an amazing set of images as her story continued to unfold. I couldn't help but place myself in this stranger's shoes and imagine what it must have been like for him to have this experience.

"I was getting so excited," she continued, "I gently pushed him away at one point and said we need to slow down. He confessed that he was so excited he was about to mess his pants. That's when I looked down and saw the bulge."

"The bulge," I repeated.

She nodded, biting her bottom lip again. "I couldn't help it. I felt sorry for the poor guy. So I reached down and touched it...over his pants."

"Is he big?" I asked. I don't know why that was important to me at the time. I suppose it's a typical male trait to feel competitive in that area.

"He's about the same size as you," she said, causing me to relax a little.

"What next?" I asked.

"We started kissing again, and I kept feeling his cock over his pants. Then he stopped for a minute, unzipped his pants, and took it out."

I couldn't take anymore. I felt as though I were going to burst, and I needed an immediate release. I took her by the elbows and raised her from the couch. I kissed her hard, unbuttoned her pants, and forcefully yanked them to the floor. I turned her around, bent her over the arm of the couch and yanked down her panties, exposing her bare ass.

"Go on," I said, pulling my pants down as well.

"I started jerking his cock with my hand," she said, her words muffled in the couch cushion. I shoved my rock-hard dick inside her from behind, causing her to moan loudly. I slipped inside so easily that it was clear her story excited her as much as it did me. I pounded into her hard and fast.

"Keep going!" I said.

"I stopped kissing him and lowered my head into the driver's seat. I took his cock into my mouth. I sucked him, honey. I sucked another man's cock tonight. I can't believe I did it."

Harder and harder I slammed myself into her. I reached forward and grabbed a handful of her hair, lifting her head off the couch. "What happened next?" I asked.

"He...I felt...I felt his dick get really thick and hard, and...next thing I knew, he started cumming."

"Oh, god!" I shouted.

"He came inside my mouth," she said between moans. "And I swallowed it all like a filthy little slut."

With that, I unleashed an entire evening's worth of pent-up emotions: arousal, rage, fear, anxiety, and excitement. All of it came pouring out of me, leaving me completely drained, physically and emotionally.

***

Later that evening, we lay in bed caressing each other softly, with her head on my chest, listening to the sound of my heartbeat. Neither of us said a word for a long time, to the point where I thought she had fallen asleep.

"Are you sure you're okay?" she asked, startling me a bit.

"Yeah," I said. "I told you, I'm fine. What's done is done. There can be no undoing it now."

"Would you want to?" she asked. "If you had a chance to go back in time, would you change anything?

"No," I replied. "You had an exciting experience, and I was excited to hear about it. There was no harm done. I don't feel any differently about you now than I did yesterday. It's not like sucking a dick changes anything. You're still you; I'm still me; we're still us."

"Good," she said, stroking my chest.

"There's only one thing that bothers me," I said.

"What's that?"

"You let him cum in your mouth. You haven't let me do that in so long, I can't remember the last time you did it. Probably when we were still dating. Yet, you know it's a huge turn-on for me."

There was silence for a moment. "Well, there was really no other option. I didn't want to make a mess of his truck or his clothes. I just got caught up in the moment. I felt so dirty, and I guess that's the type of thing dirty girls do."

"But why can't you be that dirty with me?"

Another long pause. "I'll put it like this," she said. "You know how when you have company over for dinner, you use the good China? You clean the house a little more than usual, and pretend that you always live that way? Or when you first start dating someone, you act a little differently than your true self? Like, how many months did we date before you farted in front of me? How many years were we together before you saw me sit on a toilet?"

"So, familiarity brings out the worst in people?" I joked.

"No, but familiarity brings comfort. It means you no longer have to do the things you think you need to do in order to impress people. I don't particularly enjoy swallowing cum. It's kind of gross. But when you're with someone new that you're looking to impress, you do things you wouldn't normally do. Make sense?"

I agreed with her and let the issue rest, although it continued to occupy my thoughts as time passed. I couldn't help but wonder what else she would do for another man that she was reluctant to do for me.

***

I did not think that Meagan's libido could ever get any higher than it was after that night of my fortieth birthday, but I was wrong. In the days following her date with Jason, she became insatiable. Even though I have always had a higher-than-normal sex drive, I had trouble keeping up with her. She would attack me as soon as she came home, then again at night, and then again in the morning before heading to work. She even made it a point to swallow my load a few times in light of our prior conversation. To say that I was a well-satisfied man would be a drastic understatement.

Not only was her libido operating at a maximum, but her entire personality seemed to change. She began dressing sexier, and carried herself with such confidence that it was absolutely intoxicating. Wherever we went, she acted fun and flirtatious. I didn't mind a bit seeing the expressions on the faces of the men we would pass. I was so proud of her, and proud to know that no matter how many men lusted after her - or even had their way with her on occasion - at the end of the day, she was my wife, and I was her one and only true love.

Meagan and I grew so much closer during this time. We shared a dirty little secret that we could not share with anyone else we knew. It was our little secret, and it gave us a common "hobby" to discuss at every opportunity. It was such an exciting time in our marriage, and we bonded together like thieves in the night.

Meagan's second date with Jason ended at his place. She told me that as soon as she walked through his front door, he began furiously removing her clothes. She was fully naked before he had removed a stitch of his own clothing. He physically carried her to his bedroom and lay her down on the bed, where he gave her such a thorough tongue-lashing that she experienced a powerful orgasm in short order.

He didn't even bother removing his pants. He simply pulled them down, unfurled a condom over his hard cock, and plunged it into her cunt. She spread her legs as wide as they would stretch, and he held them in place with his elbows, plowing into her hard and fast until he filled the condom inside her.

They lay side-by-side for a while, basking in the afterglow and casually chatting, until she suddenly realized that she hadn't fulfilled the promise she had made to me before she headed out the door. She walked naked into the entryway of his house and fished through her pockets, producing her cellphone. She then strolled back into the bedroom, positioned herself between his legs, and sucked his flaccid cock until it expanded to full size once more. She then handed him the phone and instructed him to record a short video.

I played that video again and again over the following weeks. I even transferred it to my laptop so that I could enhance the audio and video. It was only twenty-two seconds in length, and the quality was poor due to the amateurish camerawork, but it was the hottest video I had ever seen. I was absolutely mesmerized by the vision of my wife's thin lips wrapped around another man's hard cock.

Unexpectedly, that was her final date with Jason. She informed me that she had been chatting with another man on our website who interested her more. She didn't want to "date" two men at the same time, so she politely let Jason know that they had reached the end. I'm sure that he was saddened at the news, but glad to have had the experience he had.

She told me that this new interest of hers, Kyle, was ten years younger than she, which put him in his late twenties. From the photos she was willing to share, he appeared to be very physically fit. His face was blurred in the photos, but I could see that he had short black hair and one of his arms was covered with tattoos. I joked with Meagan that she must be going through a "bad boy" phase.

Evidently, she was so intrigued by Kyle that she ended up fucking him on their very first date. She shared every detail with me about how he fucked her good and hard - so hard that she was sore for days afterward. She described it as a "good kind of sore," though, and didn't seem to mind it when I fucked her just as hard after hearing her story. Their second date was even more of a fuckfest, as they did it twice in a row. After the second time, he finished on her tits. She told me she rubbed it in and wore it all the way home, which she found incredibly dirty.

While she continued to explore her own sexuality, Meagan often encouraged me to find a woman to date. It wasn't nearly as easy for me to find potential dates as it was for her, however. I quickly discovered that the single women on our website seemed to fall into three categories: grossly overweight, nonresponsive, and men posing as women. As it turned out, Meagan was a true rarity on that site. There was a reason why they called women like her "unicorns." They were such rarities, many questioned whether women like Meagan existed at all.

Eventually, I did find someone online who claimed to be a woman, who appeared to be attractive in her photos, and who would actually chat with me online. We chatted a number of times over the course of a few weeks before she finally agreed to meet with me. I arranged to meet her at a restaurant several towns over.

Kristina was as attractive in person as I hoped she would be. She was somewhere around my age, and evidently kept herself in good shape. She was recently divorced, and her last boyfriend introduced her to the swinging lifestyle. They attended a few parties, but nothing ever happened, and she ended up dumping the boyfriend. She was intrigued enough by the lifestyle, though, to register on our website and explore this strange new world.

I shared my story with her, beginning with the now infamous birthday gift, and she was completely enthralled. When I told her of Meagan's recent exploits, she peppered me with dozens of questions, and I answered as honestly as I could.

At the end of the night, I walked her to her car, and we shared a very nice kiss. I think Meagan was more excited about that kiss than I was, judging by her reaction when I told her. I think that she was feeling a bit of guilt over having been on a few dates, and was relieved that I had found someone as well.

At one point during our date, Kristina mentioned that she loves horror movies, so I arranged to take her to one for our second date. We shared a large tub of popcorn and held hands. Whenever a scary moment occurred on-screen, she would grab my arm and pull me toward her. I placed my hand on her knee, and she allowed me to stroke her thigh. I felt as though I were a teenager again. Afterward, we made out like teenagers in the front seat of her car. That, however, was as far as it went. She wanted to take things slowly, and I respected her wishes.

It seemed as though Kristina and I were moving toward the next big step when, out of nowhere, I received a text from her stating that she couldn't be with me again. When I pressed her for details, she mentioned her old boyfriend and the fact that I was married. She just wasn't comfortable being with a married man, she explained. When I told Meagan the news, she appeared more heartbroken than I felt. In fact, I didn't feel disappointed at all.

"You'll find another one," Meagan assured me.

"It's okay," I explained. "I don't really know if I want another one."

"What do you mean? Why not?"

"I just...I had forgotten how difficult dating can be," I explained, "and how complicated women are. I really think I'm done with the whole dating scene. As long as I have you, that's all I need."

She looked crestfallen, and gave me one of her patented exaggerated frowns. "So, is this the end, then?"

"For me it is," I said. "For now, at least. You can keep dating if you want. I've enjoyed it so far."

She smiled. "Okay...but it just doesn't seem fair."

"What's fair? This isn't a contest. We're not competing to see who can get laid more often. We both know you have the advantage there!"

"But, I just think that if you were dating, too, I'd feel less guilty."

"You have nothing to feel guilty about, Meagan. You're having fun. I'm allowing you to have fun. Everything is fine. No worries. Are you going to see Kyle again?"

Her smile revealed the answer before she said the words. "Actually, tomorrow we're planning a little lunchtime get-together."

"Lunch?" I said. "Aren't you working?"

She nodded. "He actually lives right down the road from the office. It won't take long."