"How much do you love me," asked my wife of ten years as we sipped our morning coffee. That question has been known to strike fear in the hearts of most men and I was no exception. I sat opposite Terry and contemplated how best to answer all the while knowing full well that I was being set up for something.

"Even more important" she went on, "How much do you trust me?"

Now I knew that I was in big trouble, but all I could do was answer truthfully and wait for the hammer to fall.

"I love you absolutely and I trust you implicitly. Why?"

It was her turn to contemplate and it was several seconds before she said, "Enough to let me live out a fantasy?"

I didn't have a clue as to what was coming next because in our entire marriage we had never before discussed fantasies. For one thing I didn't have any and I had no idea that she did.

"How am I supposed to answer that? Without knowing what it is that you are asking for I'm certainly not going to give you a blanket yes."

She cocked an eye at me, "Why not, if as you say you trust me implicitly?"

"The subject is too broad sweetie. Trust you not to do something that will destroy our marriage? Trust you not to do something that would kill my love for you? Trust you to leave for five years to discover yourself - to find the real you - and then to come back to me? I need to know what you want."

She gave me a long look, "The first two on your list pretty much cover it. I want you to let me do something that I've always wanted to do, but haven't done because I love you too much. I want you to let me make love to another man and to trust that I won't let it hurt our marriage or do anything that would cost me your love."

I was stunned. I mean, how the hell do you respond to something like that? I was pretty much speechless and for several minutes I just stared across the table at her. Finally I said, "I didn't even know that you had fantasies, let alone wanting to go to bed with another man. By definition your going to bed with another man hurts our marriage and how in the hell can you be sure that it won't cost you my love. God only knows what changes you might go through once you do it and there is no guarantee that I will even like the woman who comes back to me, let alone love. I guess you are going to have to start at the beginning and tell me what this is all about."

Terry had come to our marriage bed a virgin. Oh, she'd had some experiences in high school; she'd given several hand jobs and a couple of blow jobs, but she had saved her 'pearl of great price' for when she got married. But from the day of her wedding on she had always wondered what she had missed by not screwing other guys. She had listened to her girlfriends talk about their boyfriends, lovers and husbands and the more they talked the more she wondered. She began having fantasies about the men she that she knew and the men that she met. She would see a man and wonder what he would be like in bed, wonder what his cock would look like and then she would fantasize about him. This had been going on for about the last five years or so, but Terry never thought of it as being anything other than a fantasy - until last night.

Last night we had attended a Halloween party; Terry had gone as Jeannie (as in "I Dream Of Jeannie") and I had gone as Zorro. Terry's costume was an almost exact duplicate of the costume that Barbara Eden had worn on the show except that Terry's was cut low enough to show her belly button, something that Barbara Eden was never allowed to do. Terry's was also cut really low to display her fantastic 36C cup tits and she was a stand out at the party.

The party was a lot of fun, but as with most parties we attend I had pretty much left her to her own devices. This is not as bad as it might sound. I can't dance a lick and Terry would never leave the floor as long as the music was playing. She always had guys lined up to dance with her and that night was no exception. In fact, because of the prominent display of her 36C's she was getting even more attention than usual. I would check on her from time to time and she was almost always on the dance floor. What I didn't see was what was happening when she wasn't on the dance floor. Since I was always off talking to people that I knew Terry would usually leave the dance floor when the music stopped and go to the table of whomever she was dancing with. Most of what happened was really my fault because I should have known the kind of attention she would get in that costume. She was definitely an attention getter and she got more than either of us expected. Every time she went to her dance partners table there would be a fresh drink waiting and pretty soon Terry was feeling no pain, but she was feeling the hands of her dance partners. About halfway through the party Terry was feeling so good that a couple of guys thought that they might have a chance at separating Terry from the herd. They were making her drinks doubles and even triples and their hands were getting more and more intrusive and Terry wasn't complaining.

During one of the band breaks two of the guys had taken Terry outside for 'some fresh air' and they had started kissing her and feeling her up. Her head was swirling, she was hot and the guy's hands were making her hotter and then one of the guys took his cock out and put her hand on it. She let go and the guy put it back and she let go again. All the time this was going on the other guy was french kissing her and had his hands all over her tits and Terry was getting hotter and hotter. When the guy put her hand on his cock for the third time she didn't let go of it. Then the other guy took out his cock and put Terry's other hand on it and there she was - standing between two guys who were taking turns swapping tongues with her while she jacked both of them off. It was the first time she'd had a cock in her hands other than mine since our wedding. She was hot enough to fuck; she knew it and the guys knew it. She was being kissed, she was jacking off two cocks, and one of the guys had pushed his hand down into her pantaloons and had worked a finger into her pussy. She was moaning around the tongue in her mouth and pushing forward at the finger invading her and when the guys gently pushed her to her knees she didn't fight them. She already had a cock in her mouth when she finally realized what was happening to her and she pulled away from the two guys and stumbled back into the party.

She was looking for me, but didn't see me right away and then someone put a drink in her hand and then she was led back out onto the dance floor. Another hour passed by before I went looking for her so that we could head for home. During that hour she was fed more booze and she got kissed and felt up a dozen more times. She got finger fucked twice while sitting at a table, had her hand placed on several cocks, and got propositioned seven times. She didn't tell me any of this on the way home, all she said was that she was hotter than a firecracker and wanted to hurry home and make love. She was definitely hotter than usual when we got home and we made love four times before we reached the point where she couldn't get me up any more. That night at the party had really fired her up and had made her want to turn her fantasy into a reality. When she finished her story I said, "You really expect me to agree to something like that?"

She looked me right in the eye, "I hope you will at least consider it."

I did think about it. First I thought what the fuck is wrong with my wife that after ten years of marriage she could come up with shit like that. Then I thought about the fact that she could have just gone ahead and done it at the party, but didn't - she wasn't willing to do it behind my back. Then I thought about how that could change someday if the circumstances were right. I thought about what could happen if she hooked up with the wrong person, but mostly I thought about me. How would I handle knowing that Terry was out giving her beautiful body to a stranger? What if the person she chose was a better lover than me and she might want to continue to see him. I thought about cock size and the saying that bigger is better. I was only average in size - what if she connected with someone who had a really big cock and the saying was true. Would she even come back to me? In the end I realized that everything that I was worried about concerned me and not Terry. Did I love her enough to give her the gift she wanted? The answer was a reluctant yes, but with an awful lot of worry attached to it. Did I trust her to not do something that would end what we had? That one I didn't know. I knew that she meant it when she said it, but could she really do it?

Dinner started out as a quiet affair, neither of us saying much and then just after asking Terry to pass me the mashed potatoes I said, "How do you plan on doing it?"