Paul Wants to See Me with Another Man

I was dumbfounded, angry, hurt. My husband Paul, the man I loved, the man I wanted to live the rest of my life with, had rejected me.

“What is it, baby?” I said, tears beginning to well in my eyes, “You don’t want me to touch you, and you don’t want me at all? Baby, I would do anything for you.”

Paul looked away from for a second, staring out into nowhere. Then he spoke, one word, “Anything?”

“Yes, Paul,” I said, with a fervor in my voice, “I’ll do anything you ask.”

He was silent for a second, then speaking as if I was not in the room, he said, “I have a fantasy, one that occupies my mind when we start making love. I want…uhh…well,” he stammered.

“Just say it,” I pleaded, “Just tell me.” My mind raced. What could it be? A threesome? Something kinky? Or was I just not enough woman for him?

Paul said, “I know we have never talked about this before…but…It would be very exciting for me to see another man’s cock in you.”

I was startled; this was unexpected. “Please don’t talk about that,” I begged, “Can’t you be happy for us to have our own sex in private?”

“I do like our private sex life, but we do it the same way all the time. Wouldn’t it be sexy to do something different to spice up our sex lives? I would love you even more if you would try it one time,” said Paul, with a command in his voice.

“Paul,” I said, “I love you too. But some guy might give me a disease.”

“Don’t worry about that, make him use a condom. You’re on the pill, so you can’t get pregnant,” he said. It was clear he had thought this through; this was no spur of the moment idea.

I could see I was losing him, and our marriage might go with it. So I responded, “I love you very much and if that is what you want me to do, I’ll consider it. Where would I find a guy?”

“Why don’t you get dressed right now and we’ll go to the cocktail lounge at the Hilton?”

“Right now? I said, “Shouldn’t we should wait to think it over. Right now, tonight?”

“Sure,” he said climbing off the bed. “Go get dressed and we’ll leave at nine P.M.

I was shocked to think a stranger would be with me so soon. I really wanted more time to be convinced that I would have sex with another man. But Paul was insistent.

Paul took me by the hand and led me down the hall to the bedroom. I reluctantly went with him. Paul opened my closet for a mini skirt that he knew would cling to my shapely body. Along with that I put on a sheer white blouse (no bra), white fishnet stockings, and a pair of five inch platforms. Looking in the mirror I did think that I would be attractive to just about any man. I noticed Paul massaging his groin and smiled knowing I was turning him on.

When we got to the cocktail lounge it was packed, people jammed into every table and booth. Loud rock music drowned out conversation. We ordered drinks and after two pina coladas I was feeling relaxed, most of the jittery feeling having left me.

“I’m going to powder my nose,” I said to Paul, “Be right back.” My nose was fine, I just wanted to walk across the room and see what happened.

When I returned Paul said to me, “At least three guys had their eyes glued on you. See that tall blond guy in the corner?”

I looked to see who he was talking about and found myself eye to eye with a drop-dead gorgeous guy in the far corner. As I looked around the room a muscular black man two tables over winked at me and another pina colada appeared on our table, courtesy of a guy with a latin look.

I looked at Paul and said, “You’re right on, baby, there are three guys that look like they want to take me right here and now.”

“That’s what we are here for,” said Paul seriously.

Just then someone approached our table from behind me. A deep voice asked, “Can I dance with your wife?”

To which Paul responded, “Sure, no problem.”