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It was the church that made us into sinners, although I’m sure that wasn’t their intention.
My wife and I are Eastern European Catholics, with all the guilt and rules that implies. We got married very young and we were virgins when we got married. Our sex was great, considering we had no idea what we were doing, but there was always room for improvement.
One Sunday afternoon we attended a seminar at the church about strengthening your marriage. The Deacon went on and on about the value of honesty marriage and it lodged deep in my mind. We drove home in silence. We had a quiet dinner. We got ready for bed. Finally, my wife, Emily, asked what was going on in my mind.
“The seminar was about honesty in marriage.” I answered. “So, I… I think I should tell you something I’ve never said out loud.”
She smiled, expecting something harmless. “Alright. Tell me.”
“I’ve always fantasized about watching you have sex with someone else.” I told said.
Emily blinked, then let out a small, surprised laugh. “With a woman?” she teased. “That’s hardly shocking. I’m pretty sure every man has that fantasy.”
“No,” I was a little abrupt. “With another man.”
The amusement drained from her face. For a moment she simply stared, stunned. The idea was forbidden, impossible.
“Scott,” she whispered back at me. “That’s… a lot. It goes against everything we’re supposed to believe.”
“I know.” It was a huge relief to have finally said it. But then she asked the question I’d been dreading.
“Have you thought about me having sex with anyone in particular?” For a minute I didn’t know if I could answer. This was peeling my soul bare. Finally, I said the name.
“David.”
Emily’s breath caught. David had been my best friend since childhood. He’d been my best man. He was practically family.
“David,” she echoed, stunned.
“I’ve imagined it for years.” I admitted. Emily stared at me. The idea was impossible. Unthinkable.
“Scott, that’s… a lot.” She shifted closer on the bed. “Why David?”
“David has always been confident.” I told her. “In a way that I never have been. Especially with women. He used to tell me everything, every story, every detail. And I’d pretend to roll my eyes, but I listened.”
Emily nodded, waiting.
“There was this one time, at a party. I walked past a bedroom with the door half open. David was inside, having sex with a woman. I knew I shouldn’t watch, but I did. He was so sure of himself. Forceful. And she was loud, Emily. I listened from outside. He gave her multiple orgasms. I’d never imagined it. Ever since then… whenever David told me a story about some woman, I’d imagine it was you instead.”
“Scott…” she whispered. Then she surprised us both.
“I… like the idea,” she said quietly. “Not actually doing it. Not yet. I’m not ready for that. But the fantasy… the thought of it… I like that.”
I was stunned, almost breathless.
“I just need time,” she added. “Time to think about what this means.”
She slowly slid her hands down her body. She was quivering and I could tell that she was holding back. She didn’t want to seem too eager. But she left the blanket off, let me watch her. This was new ground for us.
“Scott.” she said softly, “Watch me. Please.” Her hand became to move between her legs, under her panties. She started to gasp softly. It was beautiful. She settled back against the pillows. Her voice was soft, tentative.
“If I were with David, what would you want to see?”
I struggled. I didn’t know if I could be that raw. “It’s not easy to say.”
“Tell me anyway,” she murmured.
“I’d want to watch you respond to his confidence. The way you did tonight, just hearing his name. I’d want to watch him make you to orgasm. The way he did for that woman at the party. Over and over. I’ve never forgotten it.”
“How would he make me cum?” She was panting now.
“With his fingers. With his tongue.”
“What about his cock? Would he fuck me?”
“Yes. Hard and deep.” She pulled her panties down, leaving them around one ankle. She spread her legs. I couldn’t believe how excited she was getting.
“Where? Where would it happen?” Her fingers were inside her now. I could hear her wetness.
“Not a hotel.” I was hesitant. I hadn’t gotten this far. “Not our house. Someplace…dirty.” She gasped. Fingers going deep.
She let out a breathy, incredulous laugh. “It would be so messy. Cheating on my husband with someone who’s basically your brother.” Then, after a beat: “What about the old mattress in the garage?”
I remember jumping slightly. She noticed. She loved it. Her fingers pulled out, rubbing around her clit.
“You like that,” she murmured. Her hips started bucking upwards.
“Yeah. I do. I want you to fuck my best friend. I want you to fuck him on the dirty mattress in the garage. I want…”
“You want me to be his slut.” She gasped. So did I. She’d never used language like before.
“Yes. I want you to be his slut.” At that word she bucked upwards. Hard into her hard. Then again. And again. Her breath got short. Her whole body started to shake.
“I want… I want to be…. I want to be David’s slut!!!” She came hard against her hand and collapsed to the bed.
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