I suppose that when it comes to wanting to watch your wife with another man my story is pretty much like everyone else's. At least at the start.
For a long time I've had a desire to see my wife make it with another man. My wife is very active during sex, legs flailing and kicking, her body bouncing up and down on the bed, her hands constantly grabbing and clutching at my shoulders and ass. Being as close to the action as I am during the act I've never been able to see how she looks (or how it looks) when it is happening.
There was a time, about five years into our ten year marriage, when we were pretty open and frank with each other concerning our sexual needs, wants and desires. During that period I mentioned to her my desire to observe her with someone else and I got the predictable response:
"You don't love me any more. If you loved me you couldn't possibly ask me to do something like that" and so on.
Things were pretty frosty around our house for several weeks after that, but she eventually got over it and I packed away any idea of ever seeing her with someone else.
But the desire never did go away and every once in a while I'd buy a copy of Penthouse Letters just to read the "Someone's Watching" section. One night about two years ago, I came home from work and found Pam sitting on the couch leafing through the latest issue that I'd brought home. She looked up as I came into the room and held up the magazine:
"You still think about wanting to watch me?"
"Yes, I still do."
"For God's sake why? It isn't like we don't have a great sex life because we do."
I explained to her why I wanted to watch and she said, "Why don't we just get a camcorder and tape ourselves making love?"
I explained that the camcorder would be stationary and only capturing one specific angle and constantly stopping and getting up to reposition the camera would ruin the spontaneity of the act itself.
"No baby, it's just not something that I could do. I wish I could. I'd love to be able to give you what you want, but I'm just not the type of girl who could do that. Besides," she said and then went on to list all the reasons why she didn't think it would be a good idea: Possible emotional entanglements if it was someone we knew, possibility of disease or a bad outcome if we used a stranger, etc., etc., etc.
I'd long ago accepted that it was never going to happen so I just nodded my head as she ticked off her points and then we dropped the subject.
Another six months went by and I began to notice Pam was reading every magazine that I brought home. I almost mentioned something to her about it, but I held back at the last minute. Maybe, I thought I should just step back and let nature take its course and see what happens. Another six months went by during time I began getting other magazines besides Penthouse Letters and leaving them where Pam would find them. She read all of them cover to cover, but still nothing was said between us on the subject.
About four months ago as we were having dinner one night Pam said:
"I need your opinion on something that happened at work today."
Pam is the office manager for the Operations Division of a very large corporation and the Ops Division and the Marketing Division share the same floor at corporation headquarters. The wall separating the two is paper-thin and one day Pam heard the Marketing Manager throwing a temper tantrum and screaming at one of his employees. Since Pam could hear it so could all the customers in the Operations waiting room.
She debated sending a memo to her boss about it, but decided to find out a little more about what happened first. After lunch she called Doug, who was a guy she knew in Marketing, and asked him what had gone on and it turned out that Doug is the one who was being screamed at. He told Pam not to do anything, that he would handle it inside the department.
Two days later Doug called her and asked her to send in a report of the incident. He decided to file a grievance and her report being on file would help. Pam filed a report describing the impact that the tirade had had on Operations customers that day.
"So today Doug came into my office and thanked me for filing the report and told me that his boss had gotten his butt reamed for improper behavior."
"So what do you need my opinion on?"
"Just before he left the office he said, "Thanks babe, you know I love you." What I don't know is what he meant by that. Did it mean that he sees me in a romantic light, that maybe he wants to get to know me better?"
"I would guess that in the context he used it, it was probably just a very strong thank you. Why?"
Pam was silent for a moment and then she said, "Oh, I don't know. If he meant it romantically maybe he could be the one you could watch me with."
My heart skipped a beat and then I asked in what I hoped was a normal tone of voice, "Would you consider Doug?"
Pam hesitated for a couple of heartbeats and then said, "I think he would be all right, but Linda (a girl Pam works with) is thinking of dating him and I wouldn't want to screw it up for her."
"So get to him before he starts dating Linda."
"I don't think it could happen that fast, although Doug seems like a guy who probably wouldn't have a problem with dating Linda and screwing me on the side."
I was silent for several seconds before asking, "Does this mean I may get a special Christmas present?"
"More like a birthday present or an anniversary present I'm thinking."
That was four months and six months away and I said, "I'll settle for that."
Pam gave me a disgusted look and a shake of the head and said, "Of course you would."
A couple of days went by before the subject was mentioned again. Over dinner I casually asked, "How's your campaign to get Doug going?"
Pam gave me an exasperated look and said, "I don't have any campaign going."
"Why not?" I innocently asked.
"Because I wouldn't know how."
"Simple. Go to lunch with him; tell him you have a problem that you need a male perspective on and that he is the only man you know well enough to ask. Swear him to secrecy, tell him about what I want and that you have decided to do it for me, but have no idea at all of how to go about it and ask him for his advice. If he has any balls at all he will tell you straight out to look no farther."
She thought for a minute, "You think that would work?"
"It would for me" I said which was exactly the wrong thing to say.
Pam immediately clouded over and said in a tone of voice that indicated displeasure, "You would make love to another woman? Is that what the fuck this is all about? Get me to spread for another guy so you can say, "You did and now it's my turn?"
"No no no!" I backpedaled, "I only meant that if I were in his position, single and with no strings, and an attractive sexy woman asked me that question I would jump at it."
That mollified her somewhat and she said, "I'm not sure that I can be that forward."
"You'll find a way" I said and dropped the subject. I also vowed that I would never broach the subject again. If she was going to do it she would have to be the one to bring it up.
Two days later she began a conversation that made me sure that she was going to do it.
"Have you really thought this all the way through? Have you considered all the possibilities, and not just the ones that fit your fantasies?"
"Like how you will look at me and feel about me if it turns out that instead of being a turn on you hate it? What if you hate it and I love it and want to keep doing it? What if he's better in bed than you are and I don't want to give him up? What if he turns me on so much that I let him do things to me that you have never done? There are a ton more things that could happen and I just want to know that you are fully aware of what can happen."
"No way any of that can happen lover. We both love each other too deeply."
"I hope so honey, I really do hope so."
The next day she was already home when I got home from work and she had dinner ready and waiting. She had two bottles of a good Merlot, one opened and a glass for each of us already poured, and as I say down I sensed something different. For one thing we rarely had wine with dinner, let alone two bottles. Pam was nervous and fidgety and I sensed that she had something to tell me but when I asked her what was wrong she said:
"Nothing honey, just some problems at work that I need to sort out and work my way through."
"Can I help?"
"No honey, this is something that I have to do on my own."
For the next couple of days she seemed out of sorts and then suddenly things began to settle down and she was back to her own self again.
"I take it that you worked through your problem?"
"Yes honey, yes I did and we need to get up to the bedroom right now,"
I followed her up to the bedroom and Pam did something that she had never done before — she took charge in our having sex. I hadn't expected to make love that night because the next day was Pam's monthly staff meeting and she rarely wanted sex the day before that event. She said sex relaxed her too much and she couldn't keep her mind on business. That night she came to bed and pulled the sheets down to expose my naked body.
"Tonight honey, I want to do something just a little bit different."
She got on the bed and stood over me spread legged so that I was looking up at her pussy.
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