This is a true story about my wife and me. Jen is a very attractive, tall, young woman – just 26. She's a real attention getter – short blonde hair, amazing slim figure with curves where needed. She can look elegant for work but definitely knows how to rock a pair of jeans when she wants to.

I've always known other men would covet her. I'm not a particularly jealous type – secure in my relationship and job. And Jen has never ever given me reason to not trust her, in spite of it being clear that the opportunities for her were always there.

When we married, she was 23, and I 28. We were very much compatible, and frankly we were both very much into sex with each other. The genesis of this story starts with our trip to the Caribbean for our first anniversary.

Jen has her wild side and we were both up for some fun. We stayed at a resort with a young crowd. We met some young college type guys staying at our resort who had bought some local weed. At one point one of them offered to allow us to join him in the intake. We offered our room with its relatively secluded balcony facing away from the action.

Jen and I had already had a few margaritas and I know I was feeling no pain. The weed was strong. It was strong and plentiful. There was much giggling. With the alcohol's help, I had a full buzz on. Jen excused herself to go to the washroom, and honestly I thought nothing of the fact that our new friend cupped her ass as she walked by, still only in her bikini.

I can remember laying back in the chaise lounge, feeling incredibly content, mellow, and happy. It felt like everything – even the walls were gently swaying. And I remember the guy getting up to greet Jen, putting his arms around her and kissing her on the mouth. She kissed back. His hands groped her ass cheeks.

Jen pulled away for a moment, looked at me, and asked if it was ok. I think I said, in my happy content state, "everything is ok". I'm not sure if I was really answering the question. She turned back to him to kiss him again. Some three hours later we had made a serious dent in his stash, and they had had sex.

I don't remember the sex details and given how high we were, it shouldn't be surprising that neither does Jen. I felt absolutely no jealousy. I just felt happy. I only watched part of the time, not really able to concentrate well. I continued to smoke up as they were at it. Jen remembers his face on top of hers and remembers cumming, but doesn't remember the actual fucking.

It actually took us a month to realize that we never thought of the fact that he didn't wear a condom. Fortunately, Jen is on birth control and there were no other negative consequences.

We both liked talking about the experience. It was a turn on. But we had no plans to repeat. It was a one-time spur of the moment thing. It really just made Jen a little more wild in my eyes; a little more of a turn on for me.

I never saw her as a cheater. I haven't stopped trusting her. It was a crazy thing we did when we were all as high as a kite. There was no harm, and where there is no harm there is no foul.

After several months, it even ceased to become a topic of discussion. Out of sight; out of mind. And it stayed out of mind until the following year where we again decided to travel this time to the party town of Cancun.

Cancun's reputation is no exaggeration. It is chock full of college students wanting to party. There was no way around it – every guy was checking Jen out in her bikinis. At 25, she was actually closer in age to the boys on the beach who were for the most part at least 21, than she was to me (I was 30 by then). The beach fun in the evening led to party fun in the night time. Jen hit the dance floor with me and without me. It didn't matter who the partner was – she danced with both guys and girls.

I lost sight of her for about fifteen minutes when she surprised me at the bar by appearing from the opposite direction. She had obviously left the dance floor for a little bit. I inquired with a smile as to what she's been up to. She told me she made a friend; that friend wanted to buy her a drink and sit away from the noise; and that he wants to get her into his bed. She told me she informed him she's married and doesn't go around behind my back.

I took in this information while taking in her appearance. The little t-shirt together with the little red skirt worked well. She looked hot; and she was also looking like she wanted sex. Her cheeks and lips seemed to flush. It could have been from the dancing – no way to ever no.

Normally this look on her face meant fun for me; but I had the feeling it was her new found "friend" that was keeping her aroused. I said nothing. I wasn't against having another "experience" with her bedding another man, but would have probably preferred it if I were the one fucking her that evening. Seeing her aroused was itself arousing to me. But maybe I was misreading her. Instead of asking about him, I instead asked her if she wanted to go back to the room.

Trying to ignore the issue of the other guy, though, didn't work. She asked back if I was interested if we, again, take a guy back up with us, and let her have fun with him, with me there too. I tried to avoid answering – still not opposed – but still hoping to get some sex myself. I suggested to her that the other guy might not like my presence there, and that besides I could easily fill in this night.

Jen though was determined. She pointed out that I can easily fill in all nights – she won't do it unless I agree – but she wouldn't mind bringing back to the room with me there. I failed to give an immediate answer, so she reminded me we both enjoyed it last year, and as long as I was there and willing to enjoy it, she would like to have it happen again.

It was clear and straightforward. Alcohol had loosened her inhibitions and she explicitly wanted to fuck another man again – she wanted to re-live our previous experience. With just a tad of reluctance I nodded my agreement. A happy Jen was, in the long run, a much more fun Jen. It would have taken us on a darker road if I had instead said "no."

Jen asked me to wait while she retrieved him. The fact that he was waiting for her probably meant she had already told him of her interest. A minute later she was back with the guy – a really buff young kid – looked about 21 or 22.

He put his fist out for a fist bump and said "Dude". That was it. We left with her taking him arm. He reciprocated, putting his arm around her waist. Not a word was said as we walked back to the room. I walked right behind them, watching his hand go up and down her back. On the elevator they began to kiss. Her arousal was very apparent. We made it back to our room as he continued to kiss and grope her.

The guy stopped for a moment and turned to talk to me. "Dude, I don't mind you being here, but would you mind being a little further away, like on the balcony. Jen then supported his request – "It might be easier for him if you went to the balcony to watch. He added, "its nothing personal Dude. I just don't want a guy around while I'm fucking."

I complied, sitting down on one of the balcony chairs. He returned to claim my wife. Their kissing was intense, and he groped her while she put her arms around him. Jen took a step back and sat down on the bed. She reached for his belt buckle. Though I could see it from my angle, it was clear she was now fondling his penis.

Suddenly he stopped and said "Wait a minute – I need one more thing." He turned to me, walked over and said "sorry Dude". He then closed the balcony glass door and quickly locked it. He smiled at me, and then turned his attention back to Jen.

I realized quickly I wouldn't be banging on the door. At the worst, this could get others involved, and I didn't want that. At best, it would be upsetting for Jen if I made a scene.

Jen was clearly a little surprised at his actions and said something to him, but I couldn't hear what. He nudged her against the bed and she sat down on its edge. It was clear that my being locked out was not something he wanted to focus on. He was standing before her, and by his arm movements was likely undoing his pants.

His pants fell to his knees, and all I could see was his backside. But it was apparent from her hands on his hips that she had begun to blow him. I had no recollection of the previous experience as to whether or not she had sucked on his cock. For some reason, it seemed that this time was a more "dirty" experience.

Minutes passed and all I could do was sit there while watching his back side, as he thrust his hips forward. By his arm placement, I guessed that he was holding her head in place as he thrust into her mouth. The guy looked back at me several times and smiled.

Eventually he once again stopped and came toward me on the balcony. I thought maybe he'd unlock the door. No such luck. Instead, he closed the sheers. Now I could only see them as shadows through the sheers.

He approached Jen again, this time pulling her off the bed and down to her knees. Couldn't see it, but clearly he wanted to fuck her mouth some more. I could not see Jen's face, so I couldn't say what her feelings were but I didn't see any hesitations in her movements. I was guessing she was okay with what was going on.

For about ten minutes I watched as my wife was down on her knees sucking the cock of another man. I wasn't happy to be locked out on our balcony; I wasn't happy with the way he took control; but I wasn't feeling jealous either. I guess I just wanted my wife to defend me a bit more. But I had agreed to let her have sex with the guy, and I guess I couldn't really blame him for wanting it to be a little more private, and perhaps from his perspective – secure. But I didn't like him for acting without asking, and now he was getting my wife.

Eventually, she was allowed to get up, and I could see through the sheers she that she was taking her clothes off. He removed the rest of his clothing too. I could hear and see them speaking but couldn't hear what.

Jen went on to lie down on her back on the bed, and her temporary lover went immediately to kissing her inner thighs. I could see her head tilted up watching him, as his mouth took its time to get between her legs. She put her hands on his head as if to guide him to where she wanted him. Within seconds, he was eating her out. I could tell by her head and leg movements it was working; she was feeling it.

I very much wanted to watch and the sheers were a nuisance. But there was not much I could do unless I wanted to create a commotion –which I didn't want to do. I lost myself in thought (still under the influence of several drinks) and stayed lost in that thought until he had finished eating her out and decided to mount her.

The sheers obstructed my vision like a thick window screen, but could not hide the fact that my wife and this guy were mating furiously, him on top, Jen's arms and legs wrapped tightly around him, mouths locked on each other. The sex seemed very animated. I'm not going to say it seemed more animated than with her and me because, honestly, I've never watched myself! But there was no denying both of them were seriously into fucking each other.

Jen and her lover weren't quiet, but I couldn't make out what either was saying through the door. They fucked at a pace hard to maintain, and naturally after about ten minutes the motion stopped and he seemed to have just collapsed on top of her. The obvious guess was that he had finished.

The guy remained on top of her, her arms around him, mouths mostly connecting, for several more minutes. Finally he got up and walked over to the washroom. Jen glanced at me, but only for a moment. He returned –I realized I didn't know his name – and she got up and took her turn too, remaining completely naked. She also returned, just a minute later with a small bottle of water, and they sat on the bed, taking turns sipping from the bottle, kissing intermittently.

It becomes obvious I wasn't going to be let in anytime soon, and I wasn't going to start to fuss so long into this, so I pulled up the other balcony chair to put my feet up.

Slowly they moved themselves into the bed and we kissing and cuddling. The guy had his head on my pillow. Minute after minute went by and I lost focus on what was happening, until I could make out that her hands was now between his legs. It looked like they would be going at it again.

Throughout this I was not jealous – I had agreed that she could fuck him – I was just a little pissed at being locked out on the balcony. Jen wasn't complaining, as far as I could see, about what he had delivered to her, but I didn't like the arrogant attitude toward me very much. Worst case though – it would be something Jen and I would be talking about for months as part of our sex play. I could tolerate this.

The cuddling again became full-fledged making out. The guy interrupted it –again to my surprise, by getting up and turning off the lights! What the fuck? Was he planning on staying the night, leaving me out on the balcony? Through the sheers now I could see almost nothing.

After a couple of minutes noises started up. My guess was that they were fucking again. I couldn't see a thing. It lasted a while. And, apparently, I fell asleep.

I was startled when Jen opened the balcony door and reached for my arm. "Come to bed," she said. I managed to vacate my chairs, and stumbled to bed. Awake enough I asked her what happened? "He left," was all she replied. I looked at the clock on the table beside the bed. It was 2:40 a.m. They'd been together almost 3 hours. I tried to talk about it but all she could say was "tomorrow."

Talk about it the next day we did. Jen immediately started in the morning apologizing for having me locked out on the balcony, but she said we had gone this far so she could fuck him, she didn't want to jeopardize everything by insisting I stay in the room. And she thought it would be a relatively short time.

Jen went on – the first time had been really good, really passionate. She loved his body and his muscles. She was really turned on by it. And she was surprised he wasn't ready to go immediately after, but the idea of another round with the stud wasn't exactly a hardship either.

Jen explained that she knew it wasn't easy to be out on the balcony, but the weather was perfect for it, and she was pretty sure the whole episode turned me on like the last time. She loves me, she said, for allowing her to do this, more than ever. It was, for her great sex, but her attentions were now fully on me. She reminded me she wasn't ever going to cheat on me – it always had to be with my knowledge and consent.

After hearing this, there really wasn't much sense in complaining. She got to play the trampy wife with a young stud, did it with her husband's approval and presence (sort of). She had a great time too, and it would impact our sex life for the months to come, like the last time. Being on the balcony was a small price to pay.

We continued to have a great time the rest of the trip. We'd bring up her experience as part of our sex play again. Things went back to normal, until the last day of the trip. We had had lunch, and gone for a longish walk on the beach. I was looking forward to a snooze on our reserved chaise lounge under a strategically placed beach umbrella.

Jen went off to the bathroom. She was back a few minutes later and she sat down on my chaise lounge, instead of hers. I had just begun to drift off. She told me she had just run into Jimmy again. That was the first time I heard his name, and I wasn't sure, at first, who he was talking about. It took a couple of seconds to clue in. Would I mind if she has sex with him again? She won't do it if I object, but I she reminded me I was about to sleep, so it's not like I needed her company right then and there.

Stupidly, I asked her, perhaps slightly irritated, "Do you really want to?" She rolled her eyes, smiled, and said, "Obviously."

I didn't know what to say. I couldn't think of any reason to now tell her no. Just because I didn't like the guy doesn't mean I should suddenly change gears on her. Still a bit reluctant, I asked, "Don't you find him a little bit arrogant?" "Maybe," she smiled, "but in a sexy way."

I gave in and nodded my agreement. Jen reached into her beach bag, grabbed her little denim cut-offs to put on – which barely covered her bikini bottom, by the way – and was off in a flash. I'm pretty sure in her head she was already in bed with him.

This was new territory for us in a sense. This was only the third time for Jen to have sex outside of our marriage, but the first time she was repeating with the same guy. And this time, I wasn't there with her to watch (even if from a balcony through sheers. Lastly, this time her lust was directed toward a guy she had already fucked.

Still, this was a situation I was personally comfortable with. These were rare episodes and we were leaving tomorrow – never to see the jerk again. Honestly, I wasn't feeling jealous – just uneasy because "Jimmy" was a guy I didn't like because of how he treated me. I wanted in my own mind to keep these things separate.

I tried to clear my mind of troubling thoughts and instead focused on the waves – the motion and sound. This did the trick, and I fell asleep on my chaise lounge. When I awoke it was 4:30 already. The sun was slowly setting. Others on the beach were beginning to retreat to their rooms, except the few romantics that want to watch the sun set. I, though, remained alone – Jen still apparently being fucked by "Jimmy".

I was going to go back to our room, but the thought occurred that they were probably in our room, rather than his. I seemed to recall he was down here along with some other guys. As much as I wanted their session to be over, I wanted to avoid him even more. So I sat and waited and watched the sun set.

I decided instead I'd mosey my way up to the bar and chose a corner with a view in case Jen appeared. Half way through a beer, she did appear, wearing her cut-offs, but now also a little tank top. "Jimmy" was with her. She glanced toward the beach, I suspect to look if she could see me, and then returned toward him. They kissed. There weren't many people around, as it was now getting darker, but this was the first time she'd kissed another man like that in public. He planted a hand on her ass. She looked around and then kissed him again. They said a few words – probably good byes – deep kissed one last time and then parted ways, Jen to the beach, likely looking for me. I let her look for a bit. I figured I could let his saliva evaporate a bit before I again was graced with her presence.

It's not like Jen and I hadn't been having sex. With us leaving the next day, we'd had sex 5 times already, missing only the other day when she fucked her boy "Jimmy" instead. But given the length of time they spent together today, it was likely he had her twice again. Which I guess means he had had her 4 times to my five for the week. It did turn me on that she had been fucked so much on our trip.

Eventually, I saw Jen reappear from the beach, clearly searching for me. I got up to intercept her and end her search. She seemed a little relieved to find me and acted very affectionately. I think she was concerned that I'd be angry at her being with him for so long.

As we went back to the room, Jen told me that she and "Jimmy" had indeed fucked and repeated. She enjoyed the physicality of it when there were no emotional strings attached. I managed to coax out of her that she was very sexually attracted to him not just because of he was good young looking guy – but also because he had a fairly ripped body. More coaxing revealed the fact that he was a bit aggressive and this turned her on. I didn't push her on the subject, but I had a feeling his "aggressiveness" in locking me out on the balcony was part of what was turning her on, while pissing me off at the same time.

This worried me a bit. It was one thing to be okay with my wife screwing another guy on the odd rare occasion with me around, for the sake of her sexual pleasure and my arousal. But was she also turned on a bit, by his somewhat shabby treatment of me? I didn't want this to become a "he's more of a man" kind of relationship.

I didn't want to dwell on this and didn't want to talk to her about it –but these thoughts kept going through my head. "Jimmy" was (more) ripped. Did this also suggest he had a bigger cock? And "Jimmy" was (more) aggressive. Did this mean she liked how without asking he locked me out on the balcony? Was she unconsciously telling me she liked him better in bed? She certainly liked it enough that she went back for seconds with him; and she did push this envelope further by making it a private session.

I decided to not confront her with these thoughts with a plan, instead, of trying to figure out what she was actually thinking with whatever clues came forward whenever we'd talk about the episodes. I wouldn't actively seek out answers; I'd instead be on alert for evidence, if any came forward.

Frankly, nothing obvious did come forward. Jen continued to be attentive to my needs; continued to enjoy sex with me; continued on as normal. We once in a while would mention her episodes during sex play, but she'd quickly return the talk to me and what she wanted to do to me in bed. Really – I had nothing to complain about.

In the few months after this trip it became more and more apparent that my feelings were more a product of some internal jealousy mechanism than anything else. There was no sign that she saw me as a lesser man in any way. She had liked playing the slutty young, oversexed woman and had enjoyed it enough to repeat with the guy, but there were no long term plans and nothing more to read in her actions.

The image of "Jimmy" slowly vanished from my conscience. I no longer would get the flashback image in him on top of Jen while glancing at me. I no longer would think about how they were kissing moments before they parted. Life turned to normal. Jen was her sexy, fun self.

Winter turned to spring which meant a change in clothing for all. Women felt the need to show skin again for the first time in months. That makes a great time to host a party, and several friends of ours decided to do exactly this. Saturday night in May were going to keep us busy.

We were lying in bed one evening, both reading books, when Jen turned to me and asked, "Hon – ever think about having one of our little episodes here ever?"

It took me a few seconds to get her gist. "You mean...?"

"Yes," she nodded, without saying exactly what we were talking about.

So I decided to prod a bit – "Is something wrong? Is there something I'm not doing?" Jen looked at me like I was crazy. "No," she said sternly. "It's not you at all."

Jen paused for bit and then said, "It's just that I've really liked playing the slutty young woman on the make. Not saying I want that all the time – or even every month. Just something I think about every blue moon. We really liked it when we've been away. Maybe it would be as good and safer if we experimented here instead."

She again paused, but clearly wanted to say more. I could tell she was gathering her thoughts. I didn't want to tell her the second time wasn't fully to my liking – there was no sense mentioning this now, after so many months.

Jen figured out what she was going to say and continued, "You always said my wanderings added to our relationship. You said it turned you on to watch me. It turned me on too. I'm not looking to have affairs or see guys behind your back. I would want this to be part of our sex life."

I figured I had to answer back. "I wouldn't want this happening all the time and I wouldn't want you doing this behind my back either. If we're talking about twice a year – or something like that – I'd really have no problem with it, if you were really into it. It was fun watching you get down and dirty with some random guy." (I decided not to add, "but not from the balcony I was stuck out on.")

The conversation again stopped, so I interrupted the silence asking the obvious question, "So how do you want to go about doing this? Shall we go to a bar sometime?"

Jen had her reply ready. "We could do that. I would never want to start something with someone who's a friend of ours. It could ruin the friendship and I don't want this to be a purely physical thing. I want it to be some guy I'd be interested in picking up just based on his physical appearance. I just want to play being your slutty straying wife again – just every once in a while - with no strings attached; no other concerns. It doesn't have to be only on vacation!"

I understood what she was saying, and still felt okay with it, but I just needed to hear that there weren't any problems with us. "Jen – just tell me though – I'm okay with this, but does this have anything to do with not being satisfied with me? Do we have an issue we need to work on here that you're not telling me about? Are you wanting others because I'm not giving you what you need?" I figured this was putting it all on the line.

Jen put my mind at ease, telling me I was crazy. This was only about wanting to play the slut once in a while and keeping things between us spicy. She said if I have any insecurity about this at all she won't do it ever again.

With these assurances, I agreed to go forward. The conversation dropped and we went back to reading our books. I agreed to her having sex again outside our marriage, but I didn't want to push her into it. If it didn't happen for a few weeks or even months I'd have no objection!

But after reading a few pages, she again put her book down and asked, "Hon... what about Mark – Eric's friend? He's single."

I responded without thinking? "Mark? You'd want Mark?"

Jen smiled, "Well would I be mentioning him if I wasn't interested?"

Guess I walked into that one. I now knew her lust was directed at someone in particular. We hadn't seen the guy since New Years' Eve, but clearly he had left an impression on her. Mark wasn't a friend; he was a friend of a friend – and we didn't know him well. Yes – I could admit he was a good-looking guy, with a slim, but athletic body. I found him rather arrogant; certainly confidence wasn't his issue. I was a bit surprised that Jen would go this route and a bit surprised Jen would choose him. But given her last choice, I guess I shouldn't have been so surprised.

"So how do we go about this?" I asked.

Jen gave me a wicked little smile and said, "He'll be at the party Saturday night, and leave it to me to make it happen!"

"OK, I guess," I responded – "How do you know he'd even be interested?"

Jen smirked and then said, "I don't. But I do know he likes putting his hand on my ass!"

I frowned at this. "He's put his hand on your ass and this is the first I'm hearing of it?"

"Oh stop being silly – a lot of guys have gone for a casual pass by grab when the opportunity was there. Girls put up with you men all the time!"

I was hoping she'd see this as an objection, so I asked, "Doesn't that bother you?"

She moved up right beside me, kissed me on the mouth and then replied, "Given I'm telling you I'd like to go to bed with him, obviously it doesn't bother me!" She added a little giggle.

I was starting to get that sinking feeling a bit. I tried to fight it but it just seemed to me Jen was favourably responding to male acts of mild sexual aggression. I don't go around grabbing other women's asses in public; but my wife was turned on by a guy who has grabbed her ass. She was turned on by a guy who locked me out on the balcony. Was I wrong to see the beginning of a pattern? She certainly seemed to want to fuck men who were very different from me. I had a feeling of concern, but couldn't, or wouldn't, put it into words to discuss with her.

In spite of my misgivings, I did want some reassurances. "Tell me seriously now; am I not giving you enough?"

She put her arms around my neck and kissed me – "darling, I love you! This isn't about wanting more; it's really about wanting something different. I'm your wife and I can't play the whore with you alone! By having sex with other men, I get to live out this fantasy – and I do it with you there, and never ever behind your back. I want it for me – and for us too. It makes it better for us." She paused a bit to kiss me some more and then continued, "I do once in a while want to fuck other men; just to be that hot slutty girl you married; but I want you there with me. I want it part of our relationship, and not something I do separately on the side. Does that make sense, even in my own slutty way?"

How, after a speech like that, and after having already granted it all to her, could I now do anything but nod? Again, it was quite possible my fears were of my own making. But I was cognizant of the fact that this had morphed from a one-time occurrence spontaneous occurrence when we were high, to a need she felt to occasionally fuck other men. It would no longer be spontaneous – the need was already there. And it was now directed toward one particular guy – one I didn't particularly like (but didn't want to now criticize, without looking stupid.)

I was no beginning to feel amorous and we started to make out. She was clearly already hot for it. We kissed while I let my fingers do a little walking on her body. I decided to ask her about her feelings about Mark – so I asked her in a rather leading way – "So - how long have you been hot for Mark?" The question made her wetter. "I've always thought he was attractive," she replied. As I went in for another kiss and asked, "But how long have you wanted to fuck him?" The questioning was really getting her hot, "I guess the first time I explicitly thought of it at Carrie and Josh's party – the week after I was with Jimmy. Mark reminds me a bit of Jimmy."

That was kind of funny. In my mind Mark did seem a little bit like Jimmy too – that bit of aggression I saw in each of them, maybe.

She continued on: "He tried putting a few moves on me. I didn't encourage him, but I didn't get offended either. He was a bit persistent and I guess I was a bit flattered. But it wasn't until after that that I actually thought about what it would be like to bed him. I'm not at all interested in him except when I'm into my slutty whore role. He fits my type – tallish, good looking, nice bod, sexy eyes – I like his butt too."

Jen had clearly been thinking about him. Given this information, I guess it is much better for us to be open and honest about this stuff than have her lusting after him behind my back. Given her libido I'd be fearful that she'd be tempted. I certainly didn't tell her this though.

It sounded like Mark was going to get to fuck my wife and there wasn't really a way for me to stop it unless I wanted to make myself look like a fool.

We had sex and made no mention of Mark that night. While trying to fall asleep I tried to rationalize the situation. We were adults, I said to myself. That first time was fun. There was something erotic about the second time. She's doing this within the bounds of our marriage and not behind my back All was good, and I had to stop being such a jealous bugger!

I didn't hear the name Mark again until after dinner on Saturday. "So are you ready for the party – and the after-party with Mark?" This was the first indication that she planned on this to happen. "I'm going to wear my fave jeans!"

I knew the ones she meant – super tight, low rise, with a rip in the right knee. Every guy would be checking her ass out that night. There was no doubt Jen knew how to make those jeans work. A tight t-shirt and those jeans along with her blonde hair were all she needed to hook up with about any guy available on the market. Lipstick would seal the deal.

I decided to test her a bit and asked her how she knew Mark would be interested in having me watch him fuck her. She responded without much thought, "well I'm pretty sure he wants to fuck me. I have no idea how he feels about being watched though! Guess I will have to make him an enticing offer he can't refuse! Jen was the kind of girl who could make that kind of offer, but I wondered how she could do that discreetly while at a party.

The minutes ticking until the party ticked away as if they were hours. I seemed to be watching the clock all the time. When I wasn't watching the clock I was chiding myself for getting worked up about this. After all, what exactly is wrong about her wanting to fuck another guy – it's not like I'm the only guy on the planet! Also – isn't it mature of me to allow her the freedom here? Sex is great; but it shouldn't be treated as a sacred ritual. I certainly went through a number of girls in college. Why should this be different? I felt I needed to get back on the program and have some fun with this. I should be looking forward to this added spice.

So with that mindset, I did what I could to put my ill thoughts aside and focused my attentions on my hot wife decked out in her girl-on-the-make jeans and baby white tee that didn't quite cover her belly button. Her platform high heel shoes added to the girl-needing-sex look.

Before we left for the party, I was able to spend time groping her ass and kissing her neck. I wasn't allowed to kiss her on the mouth for fear of messing up her lipstick. Tonight Jen was on the prowl to fuck another man while I watched.

We arrived at the party, and it was straightforward that Jen had her radar on. Mark – her intended target was nowhere to be seen. There were close to 60 people at the party and if Mark was there, he might be difficult to find quickly. Furthermore, Jen couldn't make it obvious to everyone in the room that she planned to fuck another guy. She would have to find a way to be discreet. And she still very much wanted to have fun at the party too.

At first I tried following her in the crowd already there. As expected, guys were checking her out, from front and back. Her jeans really knew how to bite into her ass. Eventually, I lost her in the crowd, stuck in a conversation with some friends.

Over the next hour, I'd see Jen occasionally – just glimpses – always talking with others, sometimes guys; sometimes girls. And then at 10:30 I caught sight of her talking to Mark. I hadn't even seen him arrive. The place was very loud, with conversation battling the music. It was hard to keep my eyes on them, and soon lost sight of them.

Ten minutes later they were dancing – in a group of about 20 other also dancing. I saw him put his hands on her occasionally, but nothing outrageous. I again made a conscious decision to stop watching them and focus on having a good time – after all, this was a party!

And so, it was with just a bit of surprise when Jen came up behind me and put her arm around me. It didn't take long for her to give me a progress report. "Well, I made contact. He's interested all right, as I told you. But wants me to come back to his place instead," she informed me. She paused.

I held back from responding . My gut wanted to firmly say, "No."

She added, "But I told him that's not in the cards tonight. It would have to be our place, and you'd be there too."

"How'd he respond to that?" I asked, happy that Mark wasn't getting to dictate the terms.

She answered, "He said he doesn't like other guys around. I told him that this wasn't for a threesome. You would not be involved. You'd just be there." She added, "I told him I'd make it well worth his while."

I was hoping he would back off. This could be a win for all. He won by being given a chance to fuck Jen. Jen won by his wanting her back at his place – so not an outright rejection. And I would win if she came back home with me alone.

We had now joined the dancing group, and we were slowing dancing, arms around each other, and not in rhythm to the music. She pulled up close to my ear so that I could hear and others couldn't and said, "Just so you know we went upstairs and kissed."

"Just kissed?" I asked.

"Just kissed – and he grabbed my ass – nothing more," she responded. She added, "Just wanted to turn you on a bit."

I wanted her badly right then, but this was one of these occasions where a husband and wife were not on the same page. I wanted to go home and fuck her. She, instead, wanted to go home and fuck Mark. Still, if he was backing off, I was up for some fun.

I thought I'd push the issue – the timing was right – "So, want to head home a little early tonight?"

She smiled, apparently liking the idea, but her sights were still set on Mark – "That sounds like a good idea. I'll go get Mark."

"He agreed to come to our place?" I asked with surprise.

She shook her head no, but said, "No – but he will. I'm pretty sure." With that, she disappeared into the crowd. My hope was simple – he'd refuse, and I'd get to have some fun and get this behind us – which mostly meant getting it behind me.

Ten minutes later, Jen re-emerged, and yes, with Mark in tow. Jen and I said our good-byes and Mark did so separately. We left at the same time. Once outside, she announced that she'd go in Mark's car to get back to our place – explaining that she could give him directions. I hadn't expected that, but I guess I should have, and went straight to my car. I saw them get into his. I started my car and started to drive, having no choice but to drive by his car. He hadn't started it yet. They were kissing. I tried to keep my eyes on the road and kept driving.

Fifteen minutes later I was back in my apartment. I went straight to the window to see if they had arrived yet. I kept the lights in the apartment off, so they couldn't see me in the window. I just really wanted to see what she was up to when she thought I wasn't looking. I realized I was feeling very jealous, but was doing my very best to not act on my jealousy.

I was surprised to not be able to spot his car. They shouldn't be that far behind me – unless they spent a lot of time making out. I tried to mentally prepare myself for the show. I was about to watch Jen fuck Mark – and I was unhappy about this and unhappy that I was reacting this way. I wanted to be a bigger, enlightened person.

Finally his car did show up. But they didn't immediately emerge. I could only guess they were, again, making out. Five minutes – I timed it. Finally, they emerged, embraced, and then made their way to the apartment entrance. They'd be up to our apartment in just a minute. I raced around turning the lights on, to look like I wasn't preoccupied about them – I could only imagine how weird I'd look if they came back to a totally dark apartment. Once done, I went into our living room and sat on the couch. I wasn't sure how this would proceed.

I nervously counted the seconds until they entered the apartment, Mark's arm around her waist. He had a smile on his face more like a smirk. Jen was the first to speak – "So – shall we take this to the bedroom?"

I said nothing and started to get up off the couch – in my head, I was about to play the role of silent observer.

"Hold on!" Mark said firmly. "I agreed to go to bed with you in your bed, knowing he'd be here," he started –"But I didn't agree to have him join us in the bedroom!"

Jen tried to placate him – "He's only going to watch; not partake! It will be just you and I in bed."

I had thought she had settled this point already. I was now realizing it was not. Mark shook his head no. "There are no other guys around when I bed a girl." Jen looked at him, then me, not knowing exactly what to say.

Mark didn't give her much chance to think. He decided to seize the moment and took a hard position. "This is up to you, Jen. If you want me in bed, it will be you and I in your bedroom alone. And given how late it is, I will be spending the night. He can sleep on the couch there, "he added, nodding to me.

Jen looked a bit upset and confused, and kept looking back and for the between Mark and I. I said nothing. Settling on me she said, "We've come this far....."

Mark took this as his queue and again interjected into the conversation his next terms. "If you want me in bed tonight you'll have to tell him you'll be spending the night with me and that he'll be sleeping on the couch. If not, I'll leave right now."

This distressed Jen, but apparently not enough. She looked down at the ground for a moment and then looked at me and asked, "Hon... as we planned I'd like to spend the night in bed with Mark. I'm sorry, but would you please mind sleeping on the couch? I'll get you some blankets."

Mark looked mighty pleased with himself and pronounced, "Good! But not good enough." I don't want you to ask him. I want you to tell him. Tell him you'll be spending the night with me in bed and tell him he'll be sleeping on the couch."

I wanted to get up and punch him right then. But Jen turned to face me and with a resigned look on her face complied with his demand. "Hon - I'll be spending the night with Mark. You'll be sleeping on the couch." She turned back to Mark and asked, "Better?"

Mark smirked and nodded, then kissed her on the mouth. She accepted the kiss and then led him on into the bedroom.

A minute later she re-emerged with a couple of blankets and my pillow. I had been sitting on the couch the whole time, rather dumbly. I wasn't sure what to say or do. Jen bent down to kiss me, put her arm around me for a moment and added, "Sorry. And thanks." She then left to return to the bedroom.

I just sat there, not sure of what to do. I saw her enter our bedroom. She closed the door. I heard the click noise of the door being locked. I was locked out of my own bedroom by my wife so another man could fuck her all night long.

It was, at first, quiet. I could hear the occasional voice from the bedroom. After a few minutes I got up to turn the lights off. For some reason, the noises from the bedroom seemed ever so slightly louder in the dark. I stood by the light switch transfixed by the sounds emanating from the bedroom I normally shared with my wife. I couldn't make out what they were. Were they talking? Was that the bed creaking? It was impossible to tell, but my imagination was running wild.

I just stood there frozen by sounds that even my imagination could not decipher. And then I heard clear words. "Yes.... That's good. Right there." It was Jen's voice.

I heard a groan – and guessed this was her too. Was he eating her out? Using his fingers on her? All I knew she was enjoying herself.

I stood still and listened. I heard them talking but rarely could I make out the words. I did hear him say, "Good girl". She must be blowing him. Jen must have Mark's cock in her mouth.

I heard grunts. It was Mark I think. I heard what I thought were her moans. Minutes passed by. I then heard the bed creaking regularly. He was fucking her. The creaking increased.

I managed to end my paralysis and made my way back to the couch. The sounds of passion were now significantly louder; and clearer. I heard their words. I heard the sounds of the bed against the wall. He was pounding her. She clearly liked it. It continued on.

It ended suddenly. Jen let out a loud "yesssss.....'. A minute later they were silent – or at least quiet enough that I couldn't hear. My wife had again been fucked by another man – this time in my own bed – and this time with me locked out of my own bedroom.

More dismaying – instead of it being general lust, my wife had been lusting after a particular guy, targeted him and propositioned him. And she wanted him badly enough that it was no longer something I'd be watching; it was something I'd be excluded from. She needed to be fucked and needed a particular man – not me – to fuck her.

I pulled a blanket on top of me. I didn't have my pyjamas, so I l remained on the couch in my clothes. I lay there staring at the ceiling. There would be no way I'd fall asleep. Several minutes more passed when I heard the bedroom door open. A light was still on in the bedroom. I saw Jen's silhouette emerge. She went straight into the bathroom and closed that door as quietly as she could. She possibly though I was sleeping. A couple of minutes later she exited the bathroom and went directly back into the bedroom. Again I heard the door lock! Was she locking this because he asked? Or was she locking it to keep me out?

I'm not omniscient. But I felt emasculated. My hot wife needed another man to fuck her. This wasn't about playing the role of "slut" – that was an excuse. She had been lusting after Mark and wanted to fuck him, although married to me.

Now it was quiet, but I was having difficulty sleeping. I thought about masturbation, but was upset enough that nothing was going to go on down there. I gave up.

I must have started to fall asleep because I was jolted awake by more "noise" starting up again from my bedroom. It took me a few seconds to realize they were again fucking. So I lay there once again wide awake listening to the noises of the bed, words that sounded like mumblings, and the occasional groan of passion. The bed itself actually became distinctly louder than the first time. I could only surmise that Mark was really fucking Jen hard this time.

Now you'll read some stories where the husband suggests that his wife fucking around really turns him on. I'm not that kind of husband - period. Sorry to disappoint. I was getting more agitated and more concerned by the minute. I felt completely inadequate as a man. My own wife has locked herself in our bedroom with another guy so she could get fucked.

I had two courses of action. I couldn't barge in on them. The door was locked. I could start a hissy fit. Alternatively, I could continue lying there and put up with it.

I really wanted to take the hissy fit and start banging on the bedroom door. But I'd look like such a jerk if I did! I agreed to let me wife do this. I agreed to the other guys. I agreed to it all. To through a hissy fit suddenly in the middle of the night would only show that I'm a jerk.

And so I lay there on my living room couch listening to Mark fuck Jen. I lay there for the duration. I lay there as I heard his loud grunts of satisfaction, knowing he was pumping her full of sperm. I lay there knowing it was what she wanted. Jen wanted to be fucked full of Mark's sperm. I could think of nothing else. This is what was on my mind as I drifted off into sleep.

Now a couch does not make for a good place to spend the night. It's good for a nap – but not for the whole night! I was actually a bit longer than our couch – so I had to curl up a bit. And the blankets kept falling to the ground. But I did manage to get sleep in bits and pieces. The lack of continuous sleep meant I slept in. This, in turn, meant I'd have the opportunity to be woken up by my wife again being fucked by Mark. Again, I heard the creaking bed. Again I put up with the mumbled words of passion. And this time I noticed the fact that he had lasting power. Jen and I usually finish within 15 minutes. With Mark, judging by the noises, they lasted over 30.

I found myself trying to decipher what I was hearing. I don't know why, though. Obviously they were going at it. Why did I want more than that? But I was intent on listening, regardless of the reason. It was a relief, when they finished, as it allowed me to stop concentrating.

Some fifteen minutes later, Jen emerged with Mark in tow. He was fully dressed in last night's clothes. She, however, had on just a pair of tiny white bikini briefs and a white tank top that left her belly button *******.

Neither of them made eye contact with me. She walked him to the front door and let him kiss her – full on open mouth action. He asked her in a way so that I could hear, "So – did you enjoy yourself?"

She responded, "You know I did." I felt he was asking her only to make sure I heard.

Mark continued with his inquisition. "And are you happy I spent the night with you instead of a quick fuck?" he asked with a smirk.

She nodded and said, "Yeah."

They kissed again. But Mark wasn't finished. "So then, Jennifer, I gave you what you needed?" Again, she nodded. He pressed on, "So tell me what I already know – do you want to hook up again?"

Jen started to turn her head in my direction, but caught herself, and just said "Yes – and you do already know that."

Obviously, they had had this conversation in the bedroom. Mark just wanted me to hear of my wife's continued lust for him. He wanted to rub it in my face. He fucked my wife. Now he was fucking with me.

"Are you going to want it again?" Mark prodded. My mind hadn't gotten this far yet. Clearly they had enjoyed each other for an entire night. But she and I had had no talk of it going further than this. Then again, there was the precedent with "Jimmy" for a repeat.

Jen just couldn't stop nodding. "Yes – it was really good." Mark now wanted to finish his attempt at humiliating me by hearing more and asked, "So when you say you want to do it again, do you mean this year; this month; or this week?"

Finally Jen responded with some common sense and said, "I am married you know; I'd need to talk it over first." Finally – some reality back into this scene, I thought. But Mark wasn't done.

"No one but you should decide who you should go to bed with and when. It's your decision and your decision alone," he offered, as if being supportive of her.

She nodded to this a bit timidly. "So", he continued, "Do you want me in bed again, and if so, when? Be honest. You must have feelings on this. If you do really want me in bed again, when?"

Jen now paused. I could tell she was trying to take into account the fact that I was right there listening. "I am being honest," she said, and I'd like to see you again soon. Not next year."

I was pretty sure she was trying not to make an immediate commitment to him. He was having none of this though. "Are you wanting it next month?" he asked. Next month was only a couple of weeks away.

"No," she said, "sooner, if we can work out when." "We are busy next weekend," she added. She paused for a second and I thought that would be the end of it – but she went on: "But I'm free the weekend after, assuming I get some buy in. I'll ask him", she said, referring to me.

"It's not about asking," he scolded. "It's about telling." They kissed again for my benefit – a long open mouth kiss. His hand disappeared into her panties to grab her ass. When the kiss ended, she said, quietly,

"I'll tell him."

He gave her a light spanking, kissed again, and left with "Good Girl." He was out the door.

Jen turned to me and tried to say something, but nothing came out. She came right beside me and sat down. Her first word was, "sorry".

I was having none of it though. I asked, "What are you sorry about?"

Her reply was, "what happened." That wasn't good enough for me.

"What about what happened are you saying sorry for?" I asked.

She looked down but wasn't sure what to say. I wasn't going to let her off that easy. "Are you sorry for making me sleep on the couch? Are you sorry for keeping him here all night instead of just an hour? Are you sorry for locking me out of my bedroom? Are you sorry obeying his every command in front of me? Are you sorry for telling him how good he was in front of me? Are you sorry for agreeing to see him again without even talking about it with me? Are you sorry for telling me that all you wanted was to play the slut once in a blue moon, when in fact you've really been lusting after him for some time? Are you sorry for allowing him the opportunity to rub it in my face? You said you were sorry, too, when "Jimmy" locked me out on the balcony, but you left me out there so he could fuck you again. And you said you were sorry for it but still went on to fuck him the next day."

Jen saw I was angry. I hadn't intended to let loose like that, but I have to admit it felt good. I continued, "I agreed to you and I having experiences together where you sometimes were fucked by another guy. It had to be in my presence. It had to be with my consent. I agreed to nothing more than this. I did not agree to allow my wife to pursue guys she finds hot so that she can spend the nights with them instead of me! And I certainly didn't agree to let you fuck another guy whenever you want."

To her credit Jen tried to diffuse my anger. Yes, she admitted to lusting after Mark and didn't see anything wrong with that. It certainly didn't contradict her desire to play the slut. Sluts do lust after guys. She also pointed out that she discussed everything with me up front, for both Mark and "Jimmy", and while things didn't go exactly as planned, the basic plot remained the same – namely that she would have sex with them with my consent and my presence. True – she agreed – I wasn't in the room with them. But I was nearby – nothing was done in secret or behind my back.

Jen added that she was surprised by both "Jimmy" and Mark. Each time she had anticipated me being in the room, but she understood why a guy might not want that. And surely I should understand that part of her sexual attraction to these guys were that they were aggressive studs who didn't want other guys around. She hadn't anticipate their actions, but decided that the type of guy she was attracted for this purpose was probably the type of guy who didn't want another guy around, certainly didn't want a husband around, and wanted to be acknowledged as a complete stud.

It was normal and healthy that she would be attracted to many men, she argued, so she didn't see why it would be wrong to be physically attracted to Mark. Even I should admit that it was okay for a girl to find him attractive. Surely I was objective enough for that.

Jen continued, calling me her "silly man". She pointed out that of course she wants to play the slut – but that means playing the slut for a guy she finds hot! She doesn't want to do it for some slob. Mark fit the bill. She realized it after our last trip – but never acted on anything without my consent and knowledge. She kept me in the loop the whole time and I agreed.

She really was sorry, she said, for keeping me locked out on the balcony and out of my bedroom the whole night. In both cases, the guys dictated the rules of engagement and wanting it to actually happen; she was reluctant to disagree with them. Jen added that it really couldn't have been that bad to have slept on the couch, and she really didn't want to leave me locked out on the balcony so long – but was surprised (she admitted pleasantly) when "Jimmy" wanted a second round. After he left, she found me sleeping so she decided to wash up a bit first, so that she'd be a little bit fresher after her encounter.

Jen added, though, that she wasn't saying sorry because she enjoyed her encounters with "Jimmy". She had asked me permission for the second encounter and I had given it to her, so I shouldn't criticize her for it now – that was unfair. She wasn't apologizing for wanting him on a second occasion either. The first time was really good. If it hadn't been, she obviously wouldn't want another.

Further, she wanted me to know she wasn't saying sorry for thinking that Mark was hot. Jen said it would be wrong if she wasn't supposed to be honest. She made a point of saying it didn't me she didn't find me sexy, but I've got to know she finds other men sexy too. Yes – she found Mark very hot. And she advised me that she really liked him in bed – he lived up to her expectations. But she shouldn't have to be apologetic about this. She told me as her husband she should feel at ease being fully truthful with me, and if she had a great time in bed with Mark she should feel free to share this with me.

Basically the gist of her speech was that she was sorry it didn't go exactly as planned, but wasn't entirely unhappy as to how things did transpire. She thought I should chill a bit. After all, she's with me and Mark has left. There is no threat.

I had one last card to play – because ultimately she was right on all these points. What was there to argue? But I pointed out to her that she shouldn't have set a date with Mark without asking me too. I said it was hurtful that she would not only say she wanted to see him again but that she would see him again in two weeks and would just tell me (as he commanded) without asking.

Here Jen and I couldn't agree. First, Jen argued that Mark was insisting on an answer. She was indeed interested in seeing him again, and soon, but wasn't going to ruin the next weekend's plans with me to do so. Second, it was part of Mark's stud nature that he wanted her to tell me not ask me. The idea of the attractive other man's wife obeying her stud boyfriend's commands turned Mark on, obviously. She could always back out – but did add that ultimately it was her decision as to who she would or wouldn't fuck.

She told him that she'd see him again in a couple of weeks, but could always cancel. And whether she had talked about it with me first, or as she did, it amounted to the same thing. Yes – she'd like to see him again for a repeat in a couple of weeks.

He was hot. The sex was really good. She wants a repeat. Jen was quick to add she still isn't doing this behind my back. She said she still loves me and love sex with me, but she definitely wants to hook up again with Mark.

She paused from her lecture – and I took the cue to ask her about calling him a "boyfriend". Her answer seemed reasonable but was inwardly troubling to me. She said that we – her and I – have an unconventional marriage where she sometimes seeks out sex with other men. Given she was talking about seeing Mark a second time; it was sort of like he was her boyfriend on the side. It didn't mean anything other than that she would see him on occasion. I asked her if this meant she was thinking about seeing him on an ongoing basis and she said – no – she hadn't even thought about it. She'd only thought about seeing him one more time in a couple of weeks, but added, she wasn't opposed to the idea of there being an ongoing thing either, if it continued to work out well.

Jen reached over and kissed me. She said she should probably take a shower as she had sweat and his DNA all over her. She offered to give me the lowdown of what they did in bed when she was finished.

She went off to the bathroom, leaving me with the sinking feeling that Mark's DNA would be all over her with some regularity going forward.

Later on we did indeed discuss what they had been up to all night and there was nothing so particularly surprising. It went down the way it had sounded to me. He was a great fuck. She thinks he's super-hot. He's apparently well hung. He has stamina. Not news I felt like hearing.

Neither of us mentioned Mark again until the Thursday, some 12 days later. We had just finished dinner. I had gone over to the couch and was about to turn on the television. I hadn't forgotten about Mark, but given I wasn't hearing about him I was kind of thinking they just never arranged anything. Wishful thinking, this was.

Jen sat down on my lap and pulled the converter out of my hand. "Let's talk first," she said. "I heard from Mark today. He and I are going to hook up on Saturday."

She paused, but I said nothing. Jen wanted to move forward before I would object and added, "A couple of things I want to tell you: First, he wants to go out with me beforehand!"

This was clearly crossing the line and I jumped – "You mean you are planning on a date with him?"

Jen always tried to disarm me with her reason and her soft voice. "It's okay for me to fuck him but not okay to eat with him? Surely it should be the other way around?"

She giggled in a way that suggested she thought I was being silly and added, "Mark is putting conditions on this. He doesn't want to be treated a second class by anybody. If I want to see him again, I do have to address how he feels. If going out with him makes him feel better for later, I'm for it. If you want to call it a date, I can live with that."

"So you are doing it just to make him feel better – or do you like the idea of going out on with him too?" I continued my inquisition.

"It's just dinner before a sexual encounter," she began her reply. "I have mixed emotions about it, really. I do want to fuck him again, and I like the idea of getting into some sexy outfit and going out with him and getting him all worked up, before I do fuck him. But I don't want you upset at all – I want you completely cool with this. I don't see it as a date – but more like a longer build up to sex."

As far as I was concerned, if it looks like a date and smells like a date, then it's a date. And she was telling me she did want to go out with him too – how was this not a date?

Figuring that part of the conversation was over (she seemed to take my words as some kind of approval), she continued, "So that was the first thing – I'm going to go out to a dinner date with Mark.

She had said 'date' as if were in quotations marks. "Second, he thinks it crazy that we make you sleep on the couch. He'd prefer you to not be around at all, actually, but is willing to accept that I'm married and that I love you and have no intention of that changing."

"Wait", I interjected. "You talked about all this with him?"

She nodded, "yeah – we talked for a while actually. He'd much prefer it if I were single and going out with him on a real date. Well I'm not single, but I'm giving him the date-like experience kind of thing anyway, and going out to dinner with him.

"So for him, it's a date then too," I pointed out.

"No," she disagreed. "I said he wants it to be a date."

But I didn't want to give in here and pressed on. "So if he were asked if it is a date or not, he'd say no?" I asked?

Jen paused for a moment, and then with some resignation admitted that Mark would probably call it at a date. "I just don't want you to be getting hurt or upset over something tiny. You and I have this thing where I occasionally fuck another man. Surely, having dinner with him as part of that hook up isn't a big deal. I'm not seeing it as a date, but just an extension of me hooking up with him. Doesn't that make sense?"

In spite of her plea, I didn't let the point go. "Jen, I just want full complete honesty between us always. I know we are on a different path here and what started as an accidental experience while we were a bit high has slowly turned into something different. Now he thinks it is a date. He thinks he's going on a date with a married woman. I see it as a date –he's going on a date with my wife. Seriously now, be honest. You see it as a date too. You already said you want to give him what he wants and what he wants is a date. And this is what he thinks he's getting! "

Jen again paused and said, "yeah – ok. I do want to give him what he wants and what he wants is a date and then to take me to bed."

Finally, we were getting somewhere – even if not somewhere good. "So we now know what he wants. But do you want to go out on a date with him too?"

Jen just nodded and said in quiet voice, "yes." I think she was worried about how I may react.

I decided to proceed down the same path with my questions. "So, the idea is that you want to go out with him first on a date, and then you'll be coming back here to fuck him again."

"No," she said surprising me. "He wants me to go back to his place. That was his point. You wouldn't have to sleep on the couch then. This way he gets what he wants with me, and doesn't have to lock us in the bedroom."

"But you've always said you wanted my presence," I pointed out. "I won't have any presence at his place."

"True", she replied, "I would be happy with you there, but as you know, others guys don't really want another guy around them – it's understandable. And I'm not doing this behind your back – I'm doing this as part of our relationship and with your full consent. "

I wanted to point out that I haven't consented, but I bit my tongue.

"So", I started, trying to hide my bitterness, "Are you asking for my full consent now or have you told him you're going to spend the night with him already?"

She looked at me for a second as if I were an alien and then said, "You've already consented to this kind of relationship where I occasionally have sex with other men. Each time I've hooked up with someone I made sure you were on side. Surely we are beyond talking about it at this point – and the only changes are eating with the guy and which bed I fuck him in." Jen continued, "You and I have a marriage where we have enjoyed my taking on another partner once in a while. But Mark is right about this – it is entirely up to me as to whom that other partner will be. Who I sleep with is and will always be up to me. So, yes, I've already told him – because the only thing we are talking about here is eating with him and which bed I choose to have sex with him in."

I was in a corner now. But we had to talk this out. I wanted very much to appear reasonable. "So is this an ongoing dating thing between you and him?" I asked.

Jen had a quick response, "We've not talked about going out beyond Saturday in any specific way. We've both put conditions on hooking up which I've told you about. My condition is that I'm happily married to you and won't change that. His condition is that when I'm with him I have to put him first, not like a second class citizen, and more like a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship where I alone am making the decision to be unfaithful to you."

"So, then, you see this as the beginning of a relationship with Mark as your boyfriend?" I asked.

Jen tried to read my face, but didn't disagree – "Yeah – I'm open to the possibility that I'll continue to date him in a boyfriend-girlfriend kind of relationship, but I don't want it to be an affair behind your back kind of thing. I want us both to use it to strengthen our relationship."

Jen was clearly trying to cast this in a positive light for my sake – but the facts were becoming clearer and clearer – she wanted an ongoing boyfriend-girlfriend relationship with Mark within the bounds of our marriage. My immediate thought would be that at some point that relationship could spread out to beyond the bounds of our marriage and could potentially replace it. It seemed very, very clear she now wanted on a full sexual relationship with another man.

Jen decided the time was right to take a bolder stab at explaining herself. She looked me in the eyes and said, "What I want is something that must remain within the bounds of our marriage. I'm not willing to go anywhere beyond that. It may be unconventional, but we are already unconventional."

I didn't respond, and Jen saw this as a green light to continue. "A part of me wants to be a wilder girl. And this means expressing myself sexually, dressing sexy and being noticed. Our marriage is great, but dressing sexy for my husband isn't exactly wild. Going out with a bunch of girls to a club is wild. Hooking up with another guy is wilder. Just thinking about it turns me on. It doesn't mean I don't love you or don't want to be sexy for you. It's just not a wild thing to be in lingerie for my own husband! I enjoy sex with other men and don't see why I shouldn't."

I understood this, but didn't really want to give her any more encouragement here. Nevertheless, Jen saw this as leading to further discussion and began to explain again, "So a part of me wants to play the wild slutty girl. Another part of me though is that typical heterosexual woman who does find other men attractive. This doesn't mean I don't find you attractive. You should know me by now that for marriage I need even more than just looks in a man. I married you, didn't I? But if I were just looking at a bunch of guys whom I've never met, there could be some that I think are hot. It would be based on just physical appearance. It shouldn't surprise you that the guy I'd choose would be handsome and would look amazing with his shirt off. I'd choose the guy who looks like he works out daily. I'd choose the guy who would most likely be a stud. And then if I hooked up with him, I would want to like him, and I'd have to see if he were good in bed. "

I couldn't hold my tongue any longer. "You like Mark? You don't find him arrogant?" I asked incredulously. Usually Jen responded by re-casting my concerns in a more gentle way. This time she was blunter and replied, "He has plenty reason to be arrogant. He has an amazing bod that a lot of women lust after; he has a very nice "package" which he knows how to use. And he knows he can get women in bed, including married ones like your wife!" "His arrogance is his confidence. Yes, I like it. It turns me on even more," she added. "How could I not to keep seeing him? He's hot and I want to be a hottie for him. He's a stud in bed. It's natural that I want to be fucked by him. And if things continue to be good, I'd naturally want to keep on with him."

Jen decided it was time to state her ultimate goal here. I suspected it would sound a lot like my worst nightmare, but that she'd put her spin on things to sound like there was very little change. She began, "So if things continue to go well – and I'm hoping they will – I will be in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship with Mark, within the boundaries of our marriage. Your wife will have a boyfriend. Al l this means is that when I'm with him, I'm his girlfriend and belong to him. When I'm not –all the rest of the time – I'm yours alone. It's no different than when I was with "Jimmy", except this might be longer term."

There wasn't much more for me to say. I asked her how often she would be seeing him then.

Jen responded, "I don't really know. If we continue to see each other I would see him when he wanted and when I was available. It's not like you and I aren't busy. Maybe we will see each other a couple of times a month; maybe a little more. It really depends on how things go, just like any other relationship! I just need you to understand this isn't as your replacement."

"I'll bet Mark sees himself as being my replacement," I said, not hiding my hurt feelings.

Jen thought about this and said she kind of doubted it. She added, "Sure, if I were single he might like to date me a bit, but I don't think he's at the stage where he wants me to be his permanent girlfriend. And I also think he is turned on by getting another guy's wife into bed. I guess it feeds his ego. He's happy to be the guy that a married woman chooses to be unfaithful with. It confirms his status as a stud."

I couldn't let that one go at all – "Yeah, it confirms his status as a stud, at my expense."

Jen bypassed my claim, and then summarized, "Look – you've thoroughly enjoyed your wife having sexual encounters with other guys. Now your wife has a boyfriend on the side. I think you'll enjoy this too. We'll enjoy this together. You should know this already.

I just didn't know what to say. I thought about telling her not to go through with this, but it would be clear, then, that I was the one that had messed up and was changing my mind and being all jealous. And now I was thinking that even if I did tell her to stop, she just might refuse. Worse, she might start seeing him behind my back. What was worse – my wife regularly fucking her boyfriend with my knowledge or without?

We left the conversation with nothing more to say. I felt the one thing still out there was the clear fact that Jen saw Mark as a stud and me not. She saw Mark as a winner and me not. I may be the lovable guy – but at most a lovable loser compared to what she was getting with Mark.

We made no mention of Mark on Friday. We made no mention of him Saturday morning or afternoon. There was no way I was going to mention him. I think this suited her too. It wasn't until after 5 p.m. that she told me he was picking her up at 7 – and that she'd have to start getting ready soon. She asked me what my plans were, and I of course hadn't made any – my mind was thinking of nothing other than my wife going out with her boyfriend on a date and to fuck his brains out.

At some point she disappeared upstairs. She reappeared at 6:50 wearing a sleaveless white blouse and a very, very short tight denim skirt. I hadn't seen this skirt before and was a bit surprised she'd wear a skirt so short – it barely covered her butt. And she was going out in public like this?

I noted the make up too. "What do you think?" she asked.

"I haven't seen that skirt before," I replied.

"It was a quick purchase I made this week. I already did the tight jeans thing last time. I figured he needed a different look the second time. I wanted it to be very sexy so that any guy seeing me with him will know he's going to be scoring."

Well if that was her goal she succeeded, I thought.

I think she found me a bit too quiet so Jen came over; sat beside me, put her hand on the front of my pants which made me instantly hard and said, "We can have some fun with the skirt when I'm back." She was trying to cheer me up.

I should have not responded, but couldn't help myself – "But he gets to have fun with it first." She squeezed my cock through my pants then said, "Yes – your wife is giving the first shot to her stud boyfriend. You can save your shot for when I get back." She simply continued to squeeze my hard cock.

The buzzer rang indicating someone was downstairs. Obviously Mark was here. Jen said "I can't kiss; don't want to ruin the makeup."

She patted me on the cheek and raced to our front door, picking up a small suitcase she was bringing with her. I don't know what she packed. She pulled out a pair of platform shoes to wear. Jen looked hot with those shoes and pair of jeans. But those shoes with this very short tight skirt had Jen looking hooker-hot. Honestly, she looked hot; but like a really high priced hooker.

She gave me one last glance and was out the door. I went over to our living room window and looked down. Less than a minute later I saw them emerge from our building, heading to his car. His arm was around her with his hand planted on her denim clad ass.

I saw them kiss as he let her into his car, and they were off soon after. A while later, I went into our bedroom and immediately noticed she had left her wedding rings on top of her jewellery box. I guess this was a little detail she didn't want to reveal voluntarily. It was like the discovery of the first thing she was beginning to hide from me as she pursued Mark.

I was certain of Mark's game, without having ever talked to him about it. He wanted more than just the opportunity to screw a hot married woman; he wanted to be the guy that broke up our marriage either by making sure his fucking her was rubbed in my face enough to get me to leave, or barring that if I didn't leave, he'd try convincing my wife that he was far more of a stud than me, and that a real man wouldn't put up with being a cuckold. The problem was I knew this was now the game but also realized he held all the cards. He knew either I'd crack or he could keep pressuring my wife to leave me.

There was no way, as far as I could see, he was at all interested in having her as his real girlfriend. He might be interested in trying her out, but he had no emotional attachment to her at this point. No – he didn't want her as his girlfriend. He wanted merely to ruin a marriage.

And I knew there was nothing I could say or do that would convince Jen to put a stop to it. Any attempt would be nothing more than sign of weakness on my part, making Mark look even better. The very attempt to intervene against Mark would be a sure sign to her that I saw Mark as better – and therefore more of a threat. This would only confirm her own feelings about him as a stud. It would make her want him even more.

I spent the night with the TV on, but watching nothing. I received one text that night saying she'd be home in the morning. It turns out 3:30 p.m. is her idea of the morning. She returned wearing little denim short shorts and a pink tank top – same platform shoes. Hooker hot again.

"Do you want a kiss now, or after I wash up," she asked. The implication was that she hadn't cleaned up after her last bout with Mark yet. I would soon ask how it went. But it was apparent by her demeanor that Mark had successfully fulfilled her needs. She reminded me of a tamed stallion. If this was a card game not only was Mark playing his cards well, it was clear I wasn't dealt any.