Temporary Insanity
I've always wondered what my wife Sarah would have been like in bed before we were married. I know at one time she had a lot of boyfriends, but she's always very vague when answering questions about her past. It's a secret she's kept from me for years. I think my obsession with the idea of hearing her describe what it was like to be fucked by someone else was a huge factor when I gave her permission to have sex with another man. I agreed with the condition that she had to tell me every detail. She almost backed out when I set my terms, but she caved. I think everyone that reads my story will be grateful I've decided to share the events as she described them.
It's not in my nature to share, especially where my wife is concerned- but I landed a position with a company in Saudi Arabia and since Sarah was busy with her own small business (that would be impossible to leave) it meant we would be separated for six months. I was so horny after a month I wasn't thinking very much about work. Apparently Sarah was feeling the same way. We had long conversations about what we wanted to do to one another, but it just wasn't the same. It was in one of these conversations that she brought up the idea of having a causal affair with my blessing.
It didn't make me happy to hear her inquire about the possibility. There aren't very many opportunities to score in a compound in Saudi Arabia- but back home I knew of at least a half dozen so called 'friends' of mine that would be after her while I was gone. I felt that if I didn't give her permission she would just do it anyway in secret, and probably with someone I knew. I suggested she should use an online dating service, Adult Friend Finder was an obvious choice. The thought of her having sex with someone I didn't know was actually comforting. I wouldn't have to face the embarrassment of hanging around guys who would consider themselves better than me because they fucked my wife.
When I got a phone call from her after she'd done it I did everything I could to sound like I was OK as she described what had happened. In reality I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach. I've never had so much difficulty controlling my emotions. I was torn with the realization that this was my wife breaking our wedding vows, but it was turning me on to hear her tell her story.
She explained that she had picked a guy with a motorcycle and he had taken her out for a ride before going back to his place in the middle of the afternoon. She said she had dressed for the part, all in leather and the first thing he said when he saw her was, "damn, I didn't have you pegged as a biker bitch. I thought you were a PTA mom or somethin" It's scary that his instincts were right. My wife is as conservative as they come. The thought of Sarah in leather is very strange to me, and an incredible turn on.
He had a place out in the country, an old farmhouse. It gave them perfect privacy, a little too private for her comfort zone. She knew if she screamed no one would hear. He offered to tie her up and one point and it scared her- but she offered to tie him up instead and he loved the idea. After that she felt more in control and things went a lot smoother.
They never made it into the house. He parked his bike just inside the massive garage and he was all over her. She said he was good-looking but a little rough around the edges. It was very hard for me to picture my cute Sarah being attracted to someone like that. She went on to say that even though she was scared, she was also very excited and the first thing she did was get down on her knees and pull his cock out.
My knees buckled when she told me she deep throated him until he came in her mouth. Sarah only does that for me on special occasions and I knew what it meant. It meant she had let him do anything he wanted to her. For some reason I found myself silently praying that she hadn't let him fuck her in the ass. I didn't voice my concern though; I let her go on with her story.
After that she got completely naked and lay down on her back on an old car in the garage. In that position he licked her pussy until she came. It was at that moment he wanted to tie her up, but he ended up doing the honors. He had his hands tied in the air to a chain while she let him enter her from behind. She said after her second orgasm she untied him and got back into the same position as when he had licked her pussy.
She said she felt like she should have been a little more careful, but she opened her legs wide and it might have looked like an invitation to fuck her in the ass. My heart sank. I asked if he hurt her.
"Not really" she said.
"What do you mean 'not really'?" I countered. She then explained that he had placed the head of his penis at the entrance to her ass and slowly eased it inside while she tried to push him away.
I asked her if she had told him 'no'.
'Well, not exactly" was her reply. Apparently she had squirmed a bit and thought it would be enough of a deterrent to get him to stop. Of course it wasn't, and he shoved it all the way in. She froze in pain and he stopped, recognizing her discomfort and spoke to her softly that she should relax. She did, then he was pumping his cock in her ass and she was enjoying it. I was shocked. Sarah has done anal for me before but she's always complained about it and never said she liked it. She even let him do it from a bunch of different positions.
He came inside her butt and then they got dressed and he drove her home. I asked her if she was going to meet with him again and she said that even though she'd had a good time she honor our agreement and stick to one night stands. I was very relieved, but my obsession with fantasying about my wife with another man has gotten a little out of control. I can't stop thinking about it and what she's going to do next, but then, can you blame me?
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