A few days have passed since the swing party experiment was attempted. Michelle did not see it as a total failure, but, at the same time, did not see it as the answer to her on-going sexual tension that still was keeping her awake at night. Michelle lays in bed, thumbing through her magazine as she looks over at her husband, Jason. He holds his iPad firmly as his eyes grow heavy.
"What'cha reading?"
"Just the news or rather I am trying to, but I think I just need to go to sleep," Jason says with a laugh as he places the tablet down on his nightstand.
"I want to talk again before you go to sleep."
"Sure. Is this about the party?" Jason asks as he can tell something is weighing on his wife's mind again, much like their last want to talk session they had.
"Yeah, why?"
"Just figured we'd talk more about it eventually. I mean, we have kinda treated it like it never happened." Jason chuckles as he thinks about how quickly everything went immediately back to the status quo for their home.
"Okay smart ass." The annoyed wife says as she slaps her husband with her magazine. "I had fun, and you had fun, right?"
"Yeah, it was good for me, was it good for you?" Jason says as he throws his arm up to block another incoming magazine attack.
"Oh my God, you're a dork. What I was trying to say before you hit me with that line of cheesiness is I enjoyed it all, but I enjoyed seeing you and her more than anything me and Johnny did." Michelle sits quietly as she looks at her husband; she wonders what his response is going to be the statement that she enjoyed watching more than she enjoyed having actual sex.
The married couple sits on their king-sized bed quietly for a few minutes as they both take a moment lost in their thoughts, trying to find the correct words before speaking.
"Cheat on me..." Michelle blurts out, as she looks straight into her husband's eyes. A weight feeling like its lifting from her chest as she speaks.
"What the fuck?"
"I want you to cheat on me. I want you to take a woman and just fuck her. I don't want to be there I don't want to know her I want you to just go fuck someone else."
"You're crazy." The shocked husband says as he stares wide-eyed at his long time wife.
"I am yes I am totally fucked up here lately, I won't deny it. However, I think that is what I want. I want you to just do it."
"Just do it?" Jason questions as he battles back the urge to laugh at the use of the old slogan in the context of his current situation.
"Yeah, just do it like the god damn Nike commercials say."
"I am like damn near speechless to this. How long have you been thinking of this?" Jason's voice crept up an octave as he questions his wife's idea.
"Awhile, what does it matter I am giving you a free pass to go get some off anyone you want. I just want to know the day you're doing it is all." Michelle clasps her hands together, almost as if she was begging and praying for her husband to say he would do it. "This is what I wanted originally, and the party did not make that go away."
"Alright, let me think about it. If I do this, it's just for you and not for me." Jason said as he points at his wife then to himself as if to illustrate whom he was speaking.
"Sleep on it, and we can talk more later." The excited wife says as she clicks the knob on her table lamp. As she wiggles into her spot in the bed.
The dreams that previously kept Michelle up at night have not stopped quite the contrary; actually, they have grown more perverse. However, as she slowly starts to accept this new side, her personality, the more she enjoys the dreams and views them less like a burden.
The next morning as Jason relaxes in his steamy hot shower; his wife quickly spoils his Zen-like moment. "So, what's the verdict?"
Jason huffs in annoyance as he turns the faucet knobs off. "I will try to do it. I mean, it's a two-way street I have to find someone open to some no strings attached hook up."
The words are like music to the wife's ears. "Oh, my goodness, thank-you." Michelle gleefully says, overall, it does feel weird that she is thanking her husband for agreeing to cheat on her, but she does not care. Michelle knows this is something he will enjoy, but she also knows he is mostly doing this for her.
The day at work seems a bit hazy to Jason, as he just cannot shake the thoughts of the agreement he entered into with his wife, from his head. The nearly forty-year-old husband does not know what has come over his wife as of late, but he knows she is struggling with something, and it is all sexual whatever it is with her. The thoughts and concerns for his wife dominate about sixty percent of his mind while his pending affair took up the other forty percent. The end result of it all creating a near full-time semi-state of arousal for the husband.
"Hey, dude, I never saw you leave the other night."
Jason's thought process tamed by Marc entering his office. "Oh yeah, I didn't see you either, and Chelle was ready to go."
"I was hoping to see well, a lot more of your wife if you know what I mean," Marc says as he can feel a small swelling in his dress pants as he thinks of Michelle. "I heard though that y'all got with Johnny and Shelly, for some swapping." Marc enthusiastically speaks as he raises his eyebrows twitching them playfully. "They are well very popular with our group."
"Shelly..." Jason whispers under his breath. He knows she is possibly an option for the requested affair, but is she really what he wants. The unnerved husband was not wrong or lying when he said this was being done for his wife, but should he not pick who he wants. Jason pleads his case for and against calling the slutty bleached blonde-haired woman from the party.
