It was Thanksgiving weekend, about a year ago.
My wife went out with some friends to do some early holiday shopping.
I stayed home and got on the computer with nothing better to do.
My wife sent me a text after lunch and told me they were going to the next town over to grab some deals.
I knew she would be gone for a while, so I ran to the bedroom and put on a pair of her silky panties. I painted my toe nails red, and put a perfume behind my ears.
I ran back to the computer and found my secret email. I logged in and found a few responses to some forums I had joined. I replied and looked around at some videos.
I decided to write a story about one of my fantasies.
As I shared it, I got an instant response "Tell me more."
So I replied to the inquiry and provided some great details.
We started chatting and I put my headphones in to use the talk to text feature. I got a lot of information about things I had been lost and wondering about in the past.
My fantasy has been to watch my wife with another man, or two. Just watch.
I always thought it was odd, but then I started researching it more and I found that it is not that uncommon.
Then things got a little deeper for me.
I fantasized about it happening frequently, with more than just one or two guys.
I found it very exciting to think about my wife being known as a woman that is ready, willing and able to put out and do all kinds of kinky things.
I do not want her to do anything above and beyond what she is willing to do, but I know what she has done in the past, so its easy to explore a lot of possibilities.
She likes muscular men.
She has few limits in the bedroom and I have zero complaints.
But this fantasy was consuming me.
I master baited in the shower thinking about her with a muscular man taking her from behind, making her orgasm over and over as he pounds her.
It really "hit home" when I was in the shower and connected the dots with her and a friend of mine, taller and more muscular than I am. It felt real and its ALL that I could think about.
I had the curtains drawn shut so nobody could see in. As I was chatting with this person, I did not see my wife come home. As she entered the office and saw me in her panties with the screen up, she pulled out her phone to take a few pictures.
I never saw her until the flash went off.
Then she switched to video.
BUSTED.
She saw the screen and me and started laughing thinking I had done all of this to make a joke.
Then she noticed my toe nails. She smelled the perfume and turned to the computer screen.
"What the FUCK James Robert Conners?" she asked in anger and disbelief.
She pushed her way to the screen and scrolled through the text.
She looked at me, standing in her panties, a hard on poking the material outward and the headphones dangling from my ears.
Then the mood changed.
She scrolled through the text quickly.
"twisted mother-fucker" she muttered several times over.
I started to speak but she held up her hand and extended her index finger without looking at me.
"Peggy, Listen I want to ex-" I started.
Peggy turned and looked at me harshly, "YOU WANT ME TO FUCK SOMEONE ELSE?"
"No .." I said sheepishly.
"That's what it says HERE." Peggy replied.
"Oh look!! Right here you beat off to it a couple times a week!!" she yelled.
"I can explain." I pleaded.
"You don't have to explain .. I can fucking read it!!" she yelled again.
I cleared my throat. "There is more to it that just that." I said rushed.
Peggy stopped scrolling. She looked in my direction.
"I'm listening ..." she said as she looked into my soul.
"There is humiliation, a-and the shame. I-i-its a turn-on for someone that fantasizes about this kind of thing." I pushed out into the open.
"So you can fuck around with someone else?" she barked back.
"NO .. Oh God no." I said.
"I do not believe you." she said in the calmest tone yet.
"You want me to fuck another guy and humiliate you about it so you can do nothing in return? Aren't you happy with me?" she asked tearing up.
"God YES!! I am very happy, I just want you to have more. Part of this fantasy IS the humiliation of a wife that has sex with other men, with permission to do so AND then full disclosure." I explained.
"Why else would I be wearing your panties and your perfume?" I asked.
Peggy paused for a moment to give the question some weight.
She continued reading.
"This would make more sense if you started at the top ... or even the beginning." I said.
"I come home from a long day of doing holiday shopping and find you in my panties .. talking about ME having sex with other men and telling you about it - which makes no fucking sense at all. I am supposed to be excited about it?" she asked, angry all over again.
I had zero credibility at this point, but I did have a counter argument.
"I can prove this is a common and scientific frame of mind if you let me. If I show you two different web pages and you don't feel differently, I will NEVER speak of this again." I offered.
"I don't give a flying fuck about your web sites or your "perverted proof". Peggy replied. "And if you think this is going to come up for discussion again, you are SADLY mistaken, James." she said in a matter of fact tone.
"Or should I call you Jane?" she teased.
"Fair enough ... but all I ask is for you to allow me to prove this is a common fantasy, nothing more." I pleaded.
Peggy paused with heavy thought.
"I need to restore SOME credibility to my character right now." I pleaded further.
Peggy closed her eyes, pushed back from the desk and motioned for me to close the chat session and find a credible web page for her to read.
I opened the page and then said, "I am going to go change."
"NO, you are not going to change. You are going to stand RIGHT HERE while I read this horse shit and nonsense." she ordered.
I did as I was told.
She read it and acted like it meant nothing to her.
"Is that it?" She asked roughly.
"I have one more page, the others are just stories other men and women have written about these kinds of experiences." I said.
"So there is a cult of wife fuckers and husbands that would rather watch than fuck their own wives?" she asked condescendingly. "How wonderful for them."
I offered all kinds of scientific studies, psychological papers and other evidence that it was in fact a popular fantasy that benefitted the wives and husbands, but it did not matter at this point.
I was semi-prepared for this reaction, but not the explosive reaction my wife gave me.