“Hey hunny” Brian asked, while laying in bed with Becca after making love, their singular time that week.
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“Yes babe” Becca said.
“So…I’ve been wanting to ask you something. I read something online that sometimes couples do that sounds risky, but is kind of hot and is meant to add a bit of spice to the relationship” Brian nervously stated.
“Um…do you think something is wrong with our marriage??” Becca responded a bit in a defensive manner
“No no no…I love our marriage, I love the life we have built. I just know after that one particular night…we were hot and heavy for a couple of weeks and it feels like things have died down…and well I wondered if we needed to introduce a bit more of that fun risk since it seemed to benefit us
Becca was silent for a few moments, trying to fully understand what her husband was talking about. Her thoughts wandered to that night in particular, and how hot their love making was when they got home. Brian didn’t make love to her, he fucked her for a good hour, making her cum so much harder than usual.
“Um…what did you, uh, have in mind that you read?” Becca finally asked.
“Well, um, basically the idea is the wife and husband plan on attending a bar or club together, and um, the idea is the wife goes alone at first, and men being men…um, they would hit on her…maybe buy her a drink. Then, about 20 minutes later, the husband comes in as if he is a complete stranger and sits nearby. After analyzing the scene, he um, steps in..with some suave pickup line, or gets his wife’s interest a bit more than the other men, and she makes her ‘choice’ and chooses to leave with this new stranger, her husband. It’s meant to be safe and fun, with the wife getting some attention, excitement, flirting, and the husband gets the rewards.
Brian’s hand had been tracing circles up and down Becca’s naked thigh as he explained all of this. Even his cock was thickening behind her, and Becca could feel lit. His touch was arousing her.
“mmm…I can feel you….this turns you on” Becca moaned.
“It sounds like a risky fun thing, but what if something goes wrong? What if someone wants to fight? What if someone is too competitive? I haven’t been flirted with like I’m single in a long time, I don’t even know what men are like now! Becca explained.
“Our eject button…is we are married. If something happens, if we panic, we just come clean with the person who is being an asshole…and tell them we are married and just having fun on a date night. It will be awkward, but it should make them leave us alone” Brian said.
Becca seems to be pleased with that idea, though very nervous at being left alone at some bar we choose to get hit on.
A week later, the kids were getting baby sat as we headed out for our date night. We chose a bar a couple towns over, about 45 minutes away, as our first go at the idea.
We pulled into the parking lot. We both sat there in silence for a moment. She asked, “Are you sure you want to do this? We can back out now. I just don’t want something to go wrong”.
“Baby…nothing will go wrong, We are in this together, We gotta be willing to take a risk in life. It will be fun”. Brian said.
“Ok…I’ll see you in about 20 or 30 minutes?” Becca asked.
“Yep, I’ll give you a chance to relax. If something goes wrong just send me a text.
We kissed each other and she opened the door and headed to the bar, alone.
For the next 20 minutes, I was on pins and needles. No texts, no calls, and she hasn’t come out. It’s actually happening. I take some deep breaths, calm myself, and start walking to the bar.
Once I entered, I tried to get a visual of the bar layout and all the patrons. I scanned the room and then I saw Becca, sitting at the bar. A somewhat attracted dark haired man was sitting next to her. I could see they were engaged in conversation, some laughter, and light touching of each other’s arms. She had a wine in front of her, her drink of choice.
I saw a stool about 2 seats from her that was empty and decided to make my way and sit. I glanced over at her, but she had her back slightly toward me, as she was more angled toward him. I took notice of her face and the small features. The dimple showing on her left cheek anytime she smiled. The relaxed nature of your body. The sweet sound of her light laughter. I noticed his face too. The confident determined gaze of a man looking to score tonight. I know men. His one goal is to get between her legs. It would be a shame if another man sat nearby and stole her interest.
“Bartender” I said, raising my hand. “gin and tonic please”. Becca turned and looked in my direction, giving me a smile. The smile I’ve seen a million times. The smile that made me fall in love with her.
I sat there sipping on my drink watching the tv for a few minutes, as my wife and this man continued their engaged conversation. I had to find the right time and place to interact with her but there wasn’t much of a gap.
I heard her talk to him about working out 3 days a week. I figured this was my chance.
“Excuse me…miss…I’m sorry to interrupt your conversation…you don’t happen to workout at the LA Fitness in Hillsdale, do you?” I said.
“Actually yes! I’m there a few days a week. Wait…I recognize you…you train with Tony a few days a week, don’t you?” Becca asked.
“Yes! He works my ass off, but I’m really liking the results over the last 3 months” I responded.
“I can tell…you fill that shirt out very nicely”, my wife told me, unbeknownst to the stranger who I really was.
“Oh you are too kind. I don’t get many compliments like that…I will take what I can!” as I raise my glass to her. Her lovely smile piercing me.
“Brian” I say, reaching my hand out to shake hers. “Becca” she says with a flirtatious smile shaking mine back.
She bounced back and forth talking to me and this other guy, who seemed to feel like he was losing the battle.
He mentioned to her he was going to re-join his friends for a bit, and she was more than happy to join as well if she had the time. She mentioned she was going to finish up her conversation with me and may do just that.
However, our conversation continued and suddenly we were sitting closer, leaning in more. Enjoying the moment, enjoying the experience. I whispered into her ear “I’m rock hard right now…I want you”. She whispered back “I’m so fucking wet…let’s get out of here…walk out like you just won me”.
Just like that, I paid the tab for both our drinks and as we walked out, my hand was on the small of her back as I glanced over my shoulder at the other guy who was irritated he let one get away.
That night, we fucked with a passion just like after the size contest at our friends birthday party. We decided to continue this bar game over the next couple of weeks, at different bars in different areas, scared to run into people we know.
On our 4th bar encounter, however, things changed.
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