It's an amazing thing to discover something new. Especially when you discover something new about yourself. I had this picture of myself, see, and what I saw was a boring, middle-aged guy, slightly chubby, stuck in a dead-end office job living the most ordinary life imaginable. I wanted adventure! I wanted something new! So when Anne suggested that we have an open marriage, it didn't take much arm-twisting to get me to agree.
Don't get me wrong, I love my wife. I love her more than anything or anyone in this world. She is, and always had been, my best friend. It's exactly that closeness that made it possible for me to imagine her being with another man. I knew her love for me would remain undiminished, as would my feelings for her. It's just sex. It's like her going to play bridge with her girlfriends or me going bowling with the guys. The sex would be another activity that we did without each other. That's all.
My expectation was that Anne would get laid right away. It's easier for women. If a woman walks into a bar and announces, "I want to fuck!" then she's going to have a line of men applying for the position. If a man did the same thing, he'd be thrown out as a creepy pervert. Hell, I was even tentative about installing Tinder on my phone.
The truth of what happened was that Anne did not go right out and find someone to fuck. She told me later that she was waiting on me to do it first. She wanted me to be unfaithful so that it was okay for her to be unfaithful. A week went by after our decision to open up our marriage. Then two weeks. We didn't ask each other how it was going. I didn't want to know details and I had none to share. It was as if we had changed nothing about our life.
And then came Saturday.
I was supposed to be golfing. It was bright and warm but not too hot, and I had a lot of frustration I needed to let out. Instead, my golfing partner called to say he was too sick to come, and I didn't want to play by myself, so I turned around and headed home. It was a half hour to the golf course, and I was halfway there, so I'd been gone from the house barely thirty minutes when I returned home to find a strange car parked in the driveway.
My blood ran cold. This was it, I thought. Anne had someone in there right now. She was fucking a strange man in my house. I was angry at first, but that quickly faded. Wasn't this what we'd agreed on? Where else was Anne supposed to go? After the anger evaporated, I was left with a strange feeling of happiness. Anne had been the one to suggest the open marriage, which in my mind meant she was the one who wanted it most. She was getting what she needed right now. She would be happy, and her happiness is what made me happy.
Following that, I felt horny. My wife was being fucked. God, it was sick, but I wanted to see it. I was out of the car before I knew I'd made a decision. I could sneak in through the back door, I told myself. They'd never know I had even been there. One little look and then I'd leave. I just had to know she was okay. I wanted to know if she was truly happy doing this.
By the sound of things when I entered the kitchen, Anne was very happy. I could hear her moaning loudly right away. They weren't in the bedroom, they were on the sofa in the living room. Damn it! That's where I took my naps! I took off my shoes and my sock feet made no noise as I crept over the linoleum floor to the doorway. I braced myself for what I might see. Some big black guy pounding my wife's asshole? Two men? Someone I knew?
I didn't expect to see the sleek body of a woman laying between my wife's pale legs. They were humping at each other and kissing passionately. Anne looked so amazing, so fucking sexy, and I felt a weird sense of relief that she was having sex with another woman instead of some man. My manly ego was not dented. Not much, anyway. I watched my wife's pale, slightly plump body writhing beneath the lithe, tanned blonde on top of her and began to rub my erection through my pants. The plan to take a peek and leave had flown out the window.
"I'm going to cum!" Anne shouted, breaking off the kissing. "Uh! Uh! Uuuhhh!" Her lovely face scrunched up as orgasm washed through her. I saw her lock her legs tightly around the blonde, watched her tremble, saw her cute toes curling, and I felt elated. Anne relaxed eventually, and the pair kissed again. "Are you close?" Anne asked.
"Not really," the blonde replied in a raspy, sexy voice. "I told you, it's not so easy for me. It feels wonderful though, Anne. It really does."
"I'm so glad I met you," Anne said, caressing the blonde's face.
"Me, too," the blonde replied. I was too far behind them to see the blonde's expression, but Anne's smile was beatific. Slowly, the blonde began to grind again. Anne groaned and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she was looking right at me.
Her eyes widened. I froze like a statue, suddenly ashamed of myself for watching her. She couldn't miss the fact that my hand was squeezing my cock. Her shock quickly melted into a smile. The blonde was nibbling her neck and couldn't see Anne's mouth silently forming the words, "I love you."
"I love you, too," I mouthed back at her. Anne crooked a finger at me, beckoning me closer. I shook my head and she motioned more emphatically.
"What is it?" the blonde asked, lifting her head.
"Charlotte, do you remember what we talked about earlier?" Anne asked. "About Sam?"
"Your husband? Oh! Yes, I remember," Charlotte laughed. "About the fact he was what got us together in the first place, right?"
"Yes," Anne said. "You confessed that you thought he was hot, that you wanted him to fuck you, and then...well, this happened."
Charlotte lifted herself a little higher. "What are you getting at, Anne?" she asked. "Do you think he'd go for it? Would you be okay with it?"
"Absolutely," Anne said, pulling Charlotte back down on top of her, squashing their ample breasts together. They kissed tenderly. Anne said, "What if he was here right now? Would it be okay if he just came up and, I don't know, put his cock right up your ass?"
To my surprise, Charlotte moaned. "God, yes!" she said. "I'd fucking love that. I told you, I wanted him to be my first."
