The alarm clock showed a time of 11:38 p.m. as Wes turned out the lamp next to his bed. He and his wife Deborah had just finished making love, and she was already fast asleep, weary from the toils that come with being a secretary and a mother of three. He was bushed, too, from another day at the rat race that was sales.
Still yet, Wes could not fall asleep easily in the silence and darkness that enveloped the room. Something was missing. They had been married for twelve years now. During all those years, he had never strayed from his vows, even with all those trips on the road. To the best of his knowledge, neither had Deborah.
They had been fortunate that they had been able to keep the fire burning over the years. With a family and the hassles that come with a career, they had always managed to set aside time for satisfying their adult urges. But with time, the carnal had become ritual. He needed something to add a new blaze to it, but what?
Sexual fantasies of various kinds had passed through Wes' mind over the years, yet one stood out -- the possibility that he and Deborah might have someone join them in their sexual play. He never brought the idea up with Deborah, assuming that she didn't stray too far off the beaten path. What would happen if he brought up the idea? How would she react? If he didn't do it right, it could stir up insecurities and suspicion. He drifted off to sleep, spinning his intellectual wheels getting nowhere.
Wes' new notion would drift off into the background with the usual daily routine. He loved sex, but so many other things demanded his immediate attention; however, an opportune discovery was about to change all of that.
A few weeks later, it was a normal spring Saturday morning. Wes shuttled the kids to their morning sports practices, leaving Deborah at home to clean house. He planned to run some errands that Deborah had given him before picking up the kids and heading for home.
In a moment of absent mindedness, Wes had forgotten to take the to-do list that his wife had prepared for him. He figured that he would stop by the house and pick up the list.
He entered the house and noticed immediately a sound, and it was not that of a vacuum cleaner. Instead, he heard the moans of a woman in a moment of pleasure. It wasn't the voice of just any woman, it was Deborah.
He sneaked up to the bedroom door, which wasn't completely closed, and took a peak. Nothing could have prepared him for what he was about to see. His wife was on the bed, nude, in a prone position. She had a Nancy Friday book in one hand and the other touching her crotch. Her ass was up in the air with a thick dildo slid in deeply.
She was almost to her climax, and as she neared her point of no return, The hand with the book eventually let the book go. She rubbed her clit at a furious pace as she prepared to feel the first wave of bliss propagate through her body.
The sight aroused Wes, but he said nothing so that Deborah would not be startled. As she came, she let out the most animal growls he had ever heard from her. As she collapsed in total satisfaction, she was oblivious to her surroundings.
Wes sneaked up to her and kissed the small of Deborah's back, causing a minor post-orgasmic shock through her body. After the initial pleasure ran its brief course, she rolled over, startled. She didn't know what Wes would think. She had guarded her fantasies from him because she did not know how he would respond to her desire to have two men. The only time she indulged in her pet fantasy was in stolen moments when no one was home.
"It's OK, hon," Wes comforted Deborah. He could tell by the look on her face that she was fearful of what he was thinking. He lay down on the bed next to her and put his arm around her. He comforted her saying, "I'm glad you've found a way to take care of yourself. To be honest, I found the sight of you in such ecstasy quite erotic."
Having trouble believing what Wes was saying, Deborah responded with a breathy and joyful, "Really?" "Yeah," Wes replied. Although he had a pretty good idea of what she was fantasizing about, he asked her what story she was reading.
Blushing, Deborah cracked open the well-used paperback to the fantasy, one about a woman being penetrated by two men simultaneously. The ink was smudged on each page near the base where the pages met the binding. It betrayed her frequent re-reading of the anonymous woman's fantasy.
Suddenly, the notion that Wes toyed with recently came to the forefront of his mind. Now a sexual encounter with more than one partner didn't seem so unrealistic.
