It started about a year ago, when Dustin got another job. It was better pay and better prospects in the future, but with a lot of travel. It started with a couple of days a week away that eventually expanded to five days. When it became clear that our marriage was five days off and two days on, I started getting annoyed, and It was clear to me that it was affecting our marriage, and not in a good way.
It was slowly becoming clear to me that Dustin was getting more distant when he was home, and he was only calling about three times a week to check in. I wasn't far behind; I was slowly cutting our calls shorter, and our sex on our first day back was getting less passionate.
I started going dancing with some friends, and I was meeting guys too—nothing scandalous, but still meeting guys. At work, I started wearing different clothes. They were still office-appropriate, but closer-fitting and a bit sexier. I also began flirting, when the men flirted.
I was recognizing the signs of a bored wife, and I talked to Dustin, but It was obvious that he didn't take it seriously, and I was getting more pissed off.
Then I met Sam while dancing. I was with Amanda and Nancy, and Sam approached me at our table. I accepted when he asked me to dance, and when we were on the dance floor, I was showing off my moves, and he was right with me. During the slow dances, he was a wonderful leader: confident, polished, and assertive. When he kissed me, I was surprised that I responded to him by pulling him closer and kissing back.
Before we left, Sam and I had shared numbers. I had him down as Sammie, just because. You know, just because.
At home, I dreamed about him; we were dancing, but in the nude. He was kissing my breasts, and I was enjoying it, when my alarm went off. I lay there remembering my dream, and I felt my nipples harden. I cuddled my pillow for a moment before getting my shower and breakfast.
After breakfast, I thought about what happened last night, both on the dance floor and in my dream, and I decided to call Amanda. When she answered, I started by saying, "Um, I think we need to move on from The Purple Pony. Some new faces would be nice. Don't you think?"
Amanda slowly replied, "Okay, I guess. But you had a great time last night, didn't you?"
"Yes, too good a time."
Amanda hesitated, then said, "What does that mean? Did something happen that I didn't see?"
That's when I decided to tell Amanda.
"We're going to need more time for me to tell everything, but well, I'm getting bored at home and last night. Last night, Sam kissed me, and I responded. Worse, last night I dreamed I was dancing with Sam."
Amanda hesitated, then said, "Um, so? Why is that a big deal?"
"It wouldn't be, except that we were both naked. I kind of think that makes it a big deal. Don't you? A bored wife dreaming about dancing with a naked man equals a big deal, don't you think?"
“O’boy, Heidi, someplace different from now on."
That ended the important part of our call. So, what did I do then? I went to work.
Our girls' night out moved to Monaco’s then. It’s a little nicer, but still, there were lots of single men around. That worked until Sam called; he wondered why I hadn’t been to the Purple Pony. I lied to him by telling him the other girls, the other women, wanted to try somewhere different. I accidentally let him know we were going to Monaco’s. At least, I told myself it was accidental.
The next Wednesday at Monaco's, I was surprised to see Sam there. At least I acted like I was surprised. When he asked me to dance, I accepted, and while Amanda and Nancy danced with several partners, Sam and I just danced together.
When he kissed me, I kissed him back and pressed even closer than before. I pressed my tits against his chest.
This is dangerous, Heidi. My tits and my nipples are getting hard, and I can feel his penis pressed against me. Worse, I’m enjoying it.
I closed my eyes, enjoying Sam’s kisses and his arms around me. As the music stopped, I took hold of myself, pulled away from him, and said, "Sam, I think it's time I get home now.” I scurried back to our table, got my purse, and told Amanda and Nancy that I had to get back home.
When I got home and got ready for bed, I tried to think.
I need to stop this. Sam is too dangerous. I can see where this might end up.
I tried to sleep, but I kept finding my hands pinching my nipples and touching myself. This went on for an hour until I finally orgasmed. It was wonderful.
That weekend when Dustin got home, we didn’t have sex until night, and I found myself picturing Sam playing with my breasts, kissing me, and fucking me. It was wonderful, or it was Hell. I couldn’t decide.
The next Wednesday, it was much the same. More kissing, and I finally moved his hands to my breasts. It felt wonderful, with his hands caressing me.
Could I or should I invite him to go home with me? It would be so. Yes, it's just so exciting. Yes, or no? I can’t decide.
Eventually, the three of us left for home—me without Sam. I felt virtuous but uneasy; I wasn’t sure how long I was going to stay virtuous. At home, I ended up getting myself off thinking about Sam. Yes, the weekend was the same too. Dustin and I fucked, but I was picturing Sam in bed with me again.
On Wednesday, I met Amanda and Nancy for lunch. I was distracted thinking about Sam, and both Amanda and Nancy noticed. Amanda asked, “What’s going on, Heidi?” She looked at me and said, “Oh, it’s Sam, isn’t it?”
Nancy looked at me, then Amanda, and asked, ”Sam? What about Sam?"
“I’m dreaming about Sam; worse than that, when Dustin and I make love, I’m picturing Sam,” I explained, “Last time at Monaco's, I almost invited him home with me, and it's getting worse.”
“You know that Dustin is just home on the weekends, don’t you, Nancy,” Amanda said.
"It’s starting to bother me. No, it’s not starting; it is bothering me,” I interjected, “I don’t know what to do.”
Nancy looked away from us both before saying, “Um, I don’t know if I should say this, but,“ she hesitated a bit, “There might be a solution. It’s one that can work. It’s what I do. Aaron and I have, um, a special kind of marriage. He’s just not enough in bed, so I have lovers. It can work if both of you want it to.”
I was more than surprised by Nancy’s admission. I’d never gotten the impression she was that sexually adventurous.
“You and Aaron have a special marriage? Isn't that a cuckold marriage? How did you do that? How did it start?” I asked.
Nancy looked a little embarrassed before she answered, “If you read about it, it’s often the husband that starts it. In my case, um, I started it. I needed a more aggressive lover, and Aaron just wasn’t. So, I gradually led him to it.”
God, don’t cheat—cuckold him. Make him agree to it. Would Dustin agree to it?
“Heidi, I don’t know Dustin, so I’m not ready to tell you what to do,” Nancy said. “I just told Aaron that I wanted lovers, but we’d been watching porn movies, and some of them were cuckold movies. He seemed to get extra aroused by the ones where the husbands helped their wives get ready for their date and they fucked away from home. The ones where the cuckold watches seemed to turn him off.”
What would Dustin do? He has taken me to dance clubs a few times and let me dance with other men. Does that mean something?
“The first time Aaron knew I was cuckolding him happened at Monaco’s,” Nancy continued, “I had arranged for Phil to meet me there. We’d been screwing around, and I'd been cheating on Aaron. I went to the bar to get a drink and meet Phil. I went back to Aaron and told him I was going to dance with Phil. After several dances, I left Phil at the bar and went back to Aaron, and I just told him I was going home with Phil and I’d call when I wanted him to pick me up. For me, it was that straightforward.”
"Wow, Nancy, it’s hard to believe,” Amanda said, “How often do you, ah, go on dates? Um, screw Phil?"
Nancy answered Amanda, saying, “It’s not just Phil; I fuck anyone I want. I have two to three dates a month, sometimes. Other months, not at all,” She added, “Um, twice I've gone for a full week with Dave to a resort in Hawaii. God, that was fun. I sent pictures and a few videos to Aaron, and when I got back, Aaron wanted to copy what Dave and I had done.”
Amanda and I sat there stunned by Nancy’s revelations, while Nancy was licking her lips in satisfaction.
This is what I want: a cuckold marriage. How can I do it? Am I willing to risk blowing up our marriage, if Dustin’s not willing?
“How do you start? What you did sounds scary,” I looked at her and continued, “I’d be afraid Dustin would go berserk. I wouldn’t want to risk that.”
I could see Amanda looking at me thoughtfully. “What are you thinking,” I said to her.
“I know that Dustin has let you dance with other men at those clubs you have gone to," she said, still thinking. “What if you arranged for Sam to be there the next time you go? Then pass him a note, asking if you can invite him back home with you. Ask permission first.”