Chapter 2

“Woah, woah, woah,” I said as I pulled my hands away from my wife and stared at her with my brows furrowed. “Say that again; I don’t think I heard you right.”

“I said, I think I should start dating other people.”

“Yeah. Okay. I heard you right the first time,” I said, leaning back in my chair at the kitchen table. Then, I sat forward and looked at my wife like she had taken leave of her senses. “Are you nuts?”

She seemed surprised by my reaction. “No, not at all. I’ve given this a lot of thought. I think it is what we need.”

“Maggie, you’ve come up with some nutty ideas before, but this takes the cake.”

“I don’t think it’s nutty, George. You’ll understand, too, if you’ll let me explain my reasoning.”

“Yes, please do explain. Explain how you want to improve OUR relationship and put a spark in OUR sex life by you cheating on me.”

“George, I’m not going to cheat on you,” she said, “not at all. That’s not what I’m suggesting.”

“You want to date other men, as in other men than me?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Like a proper, romantic date?”

“Yes, that’s the idea.”

“And, a proper date just like you would with someone if we weren’t married?”

“I didn’t think of it in those terms, but yes, that’s right. A real date.”

“So, would he get to fuck you on the first date, or would you make him wait until the fifth one like you did me?”

“George, I didn’t say anything about fucking him.”

“Yeah, but you said a proper, real, date as if you weren’t married. And on real proper dates, people have sex. So are you saying sex is completely off the table with your dates?”

“Well, no, I’m not saying that.”

“So, you will fuck them?”

“I didn’t say that either. I’m just saying that I’d be open to seeing where the dates went and how the relationships developed.”

“Relationships? So not only do you want to date some guy or guys, you want to fuck them and develop relationships with them!”

“You’re twisting it around only to point out the things you want to point out, George.”

“Yes or no, Maggie, would you ever have sex with these dates of yours?”

She hesitated. “It’s not that black and white.”

“Yes or no?”

“I suppose so, yes.”

“Then, that’s cheating!”

“No, it isn’t!”

“How the fuck do you think that’s not cheating? You’re going out with some guy, having a romantic date with him and having sex! That’s cheating!”

I was livid. I was rapidly losing both my composure and my temper. This could go very badly if I weren’t careful.

Maggie tried to compose herself and remain calm. It was an annoying thing she did whenever I would lose my temper. It was like she was trying to show me that she was more civilized than I am.

“It would not be cheating,” she rationalized, “because you would give me your consent and approval and you would know everything about who I was with and what I was doing. We would share all of the details after I got home.”

“Oh! My! God!” I shouted, emphasizing each word. “Not only do you want to cheat on me, but you also want to cuckold me completely! What the hell makes you think I would EVER consent to you dating or approving of you fucking someone else. What has gotten into your head that has caused you to lose all comprehension of reality? Did you actually think I would agree to this shit?”

“George, please try to remain calm so that we can talk through this. There’s no need to yell, and there’s no need to get vulgar. Please.”

I stared at her. “Did you think I would agree to this?”

“I knew it would be difficult for you to understand, but you love me, and you’re a rational man. You’re a smart guy. I assumed, and I still do, that you will calm down and see the logic behind it and agree to support me.”

“Support you?”

“Yes.”

“While you fuck other men?”

“George, it is not about fucking other men. If I just wanted to do that, believe me, I could have been doing it for years with many men. Hell, I could have been doing it with your brother, your best friends and your boss. They’ve all hit on me many, many times. But, I didn’t. I would never cheat on you. I would never do that to you.”

“But, you’re proposing doing it right now!”

“No, honey,” she tried to correct me. “This is not cheating. This is not for me. It is for us. It will bring us excitement and fun and new adventures. Our sex life will be alive again. I’ll be alive again. You’ll feel it, and you’ll be part of it. We’re doing this together?”

“What? You want me to go on the dates with you?”

“Well, no, I meant figuratively together, not literally. You would be home, waiting, while I go out on the date. Then, when I get home, I’ll tell you all about it, every little detail.”

I chuckled. “I suppose you want me to go down on you after he fucks you and lick his cum out of your cunt, too?”

She blushed. She literally blushed. I couldn’t believe it, but she actually did want me to do that!

“Well, I mean, that would be the ultimate way for you to show me your love.”

“It will be a cold day in Hell before I ever do that,” I told her icily.

“Okay, well we can skip that part,” she offered.

“Unless you want to annihilate our marriage, you’ll skip the whole thing!”

“It won’t annihilate our marriage!”

“You making love to another man will!”

“It won’t be making love, George. I save that for you. I love you. I don’t love him. It will just be sex.”

“Just sex?”

“Yes, just sex.”

I stared at her for a few seconds. “What does that even mean?”

“It means that I won’t have any feelings for him and he won’t have any for me either. We only want to explore each other sexually. Nothing more.”

“Just sex,” I repeated, mulling her words over in my mind.

“Yes.”

“So, let me make sure I understand this.”

“Okay, take your time.”

“You want to have ‘just sex’ with another man,” I said, slowly.

“If it comes to that, yes,” she confirmed.

“So, why? Why do you want just sex with someone else?”

She didn’t have an answer prepared. “I-I guess for variety. To try something different.”

“Which means I’m not enough for you. It means I don’t give you what you need sexually. You are not satisfied with sex with me and want to try to find someone better.”

“Wait! NO!” Maggie exclaimed. “That’s not true at all. I love sex with you. You are a great lover. I don’t want someone better.”

“If that were true,” I explained rationally, “then you wouldn’t be looking to try someone else. The only reason you would want sex with someone else if it is ‘just sex’ is to upgrade, to find someone better at it than what you have.”

“That’s not true at all,” she argued, without supporting her statement.

“Oh, sure it is,” I retorted. “Think about it. If you love sushi and you have found the best sushi place in the world, and that sushi place is next door, but there are 20 other sushi places in town. Why would you waste your time trying the 20 other places, when you already have the best sushi right here?”

She thought about it for a few seconds, then answered, “To try some other sushi, I guess.”

“But why? If you know this place is the best. Would you want to go someplace that you know won’t be as good or satisfy you as much?” I asked rhetorically, then continued. “Of course not, you would only try the other places if a part of you thought that it could get better, that in some way, one of the other places might be better than the one you love.”

“I don’t really understand,” she said, looking a bit forlorn.

“If it is just sex, then why do you want to do it with someone else? If you’re satisfied with our sex life, if I satisfy you, then if all you want is just sex, why not just have more sex with me? We rarely have sex. So if you just want more sex, then we can have sex more frequently! But, no. You would prefer to do it with someone else who might be better but could be worse. Obviously, you want to do it with someone else because it is NOT ‘just sex’ or you’re not satisfied with sex with me. You think he might be better.”

“I don’t know,” she said, looking befuddled. “You’re confusing me, but it’s not like that.”

“Okay, so it is just sex, right?”

“Yes! How many times do I have to say it! Yes! It is just sex!”

“Okay, then if that’s true, I have a solution,” I said grinning.

She seemed to brighten up, with a spark of hopefulness glinting in her eyes. “You do? What?”

“If it’s just sex you want, then I’m willing to let you do it.”

She seemed stunned.

“Y-you will?”

“Yes, I’ll find a male escort and hire him to come here and fuck you,” I said. “He’ll be an expert at pleasing women. I’ll get one with a big cock, black if you prefer, and a certificate of health so that he can do you bareback. Then, you can have your ‘just sex.’”

“An escort? Why would I want an escort? Have you lost your mind?”

“Because it is ‘just sex,’” I fired back. “If it is just sex, then who it is shouldn’t matter; he is just an anonymous cock for you to enjoy. In fact, this is a far better option. Since he is a random person, there would be no chance you would know him. It would be wham-bam-thank-you-sir, and he’d be on his way. You’d get your just sex. This way, you could not run the risk of the physical intimacy leading to unexpected feelings.”

“You make me sound like a whore! I don’t want to fuck some unknown gigolo! I need some connection with the person. I’m not just a piece of meat.”