Fenway – Chap 2 – Tracy’s Box by rogers1962
Tracy and I had some great sex in the weeks following our encounter at Fenway. Over time, though, that sexual charge began to wear off. We had fallen back into the old routine. Now I’m not complaining, anytime I get to have sex with Tracy I feel like the luckiest guy on earth. Not only that, but I fucking love this chick. She is the best companion any man could have. Every friend of mine has told me how lucky I am. That being said, our new sexual dynamic made me a bit nervous.
“Remember when I said I wanted to do that again?” Tracy whispered after we had sex one night.
“Yes, of course I do. I’ve actually been waiting for that shoe to drop.” A surge of adrenaline shot through me. “Listen Tracy, watching you fuck another man was, and probably still is, my top sexual fantasy. I just want to be very clear, I am not going to be a fucking cuckold.” There, it was off my chest.
“Babe, what the hell is a cuckold?” she said with a slight smirk.
“Man, we need to watch more porn together. A cuckold is a guy who sits at home cowering in a corner with his cock in a cage while his wife goes out and fucks anyone she wants, with or without him present. He may even be expected to eat out her pussy after some rando has filled her full of cum. All this while being utterly submissive and constantly humiliated.” I said this all in one breath so I ended with a big inhale. I looked at Tracy trying to read her face. Finally it all seemed to come together.
“Oh God, that’s not you at all!! You would fucking divorce me first. I would never ask that of you, my love. But I do want to have some more fun like we did at Fenway. That was intense.”
I could tell her labido was revving up. I had to take control of this situation. “Would you like to hear some of my thoughts on this subject?”
“Go for it big guy!! Get the ball rolling and we’ll see where this goes.” She slapped me on my ass kind of hard.
“First of all, what happened at Fenway was very spontaneous. Something like that may never happen again. That means whatever happens will need to be planned and initiated by us. I also think we need some ground rules.” I stayed silent to give her a chance to respond.
Finally, after a minute of contemplation, “Yes, I could see where some guidelines would be needed. What are you thinking about?”
“Well fuck. First of all, the main reason we are doing this is for me to watch you and for you to enjoy yourself. So I would say I should ALWAYS be with you if something is happening. Do you agree?” I had a knot in my stomach when it took her a full 5 seconds to start answering.
“I would say yes because I know this is non-negotiable for you, but I think we should leave any of these ‘rules’ (she holds up the air quotes) as being the jumping off point. We might want to change them in the future.” She looked too confident and comfortable having this discussion.
“Ok, if we change a rule then we both have to be in agreement. For now and probably always, I will want to be there when it happens.” This is starting to get me tense.”And! I can stop the action if something feels dicey.”
“I mean coitus interuptus is a pretty lousy thing to do. I don’t think a little bit of jealousy should allow you to stop things.”
“I agree, but in the throws of ‘coitus’, (I threw up the air quotes) you may overlook something dangerous and I just want us to be safe.”
“Ok, I can live with that then.” It looked like just talking about this was turning her on. I think she can’t wait to get fucked by someone that isn’t me.
“Now to broach another subject. Since you’ve had and will have sex with other men, am I allowed to have other women? Not that I want or need that.” My questioning eyes were staring right into Tracy’s beautiful eyes. ‘God she is so fucking beautiful!!’
“Babe, I don’t think I can handle that. At least not yet. I’m too afraid of thinking you don’t love me anymore. Even this plan scares me to my soul. I love you too much to take risks but I want to do this for both of us.” She was shedding tears at this point which made my insides melt.
“Babe, I’m sorry I brought that up. It just seemed like I needed clarification. I don’t need anybody but you. When you fucked those guys it just made you even more hot and sexy than you already are.”
Tracy sat with remnants of tears still in her eyes. After a few minutes she began, “We don’t have to do this. We could just go on the way we are now. I’m content with keeping our marriage safe. You are the most important thing in my life.”
“That sounds boring. I think our marriage is strong enough to withstand a little tension but lets start slow, ok?”
“Ok” she managed a smile that grew slowly into an excited chuckle.All I could think was that I had opened Pandora’s box. Or in this case, Tracy’s box.
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My best freind, Aaron, graduated the same year as me from Brocton High School. We didn’t plan on going to the same college but we both ended up at Boston College. I studied biology and chemistry while Aaron was a computer science major. Two years later, Tracy arrived at BC and became freinds with us.
We were immediately infatuated with her. She was the quintessential woman. Not just fucking beautiful with her perfect tits and ass, but a fantastic personality. She and I hit it off right away. I’m sure Aaron was pretty pissed that I got to her first but he probably figured he would be up next after I blew it. That never happened though. We ended up getting married the year I graduated and Aaron was my best man.
I had a great job lined up with a pharmaceutical company. Once Tracy graduated we bought a house in New Hampshire not far from where we both worked. Tracy was working in the mental health/addiction business. Unfortunately there is high demand in this field so finding a job near home was pretty easy.
Aaron has finally landed a bride. It’s hard to believe it took him this long since he makes 6 figures and he is a ‘babe’ as Tracy says. I thought he might be playing the field but he always struck me as a family type man. His bride to be, Trisha, is very beautiful. In fact she looks a lot like Tracy (but not as perfect, lol).
“Have you gone to get measured for the tux yet?”, Tracy asked.
“Trace, I’m working my ass off right now trying to be ready to be on vacation. All I have done so far is book the rooms at Encore resort for the batchelor party.” I exclaimed with exasperation.
“You are an idiot! Seriously, would you like some help? I have time to do some stuff for you.” Tracy has always been very energetic and helpful to me or anyone that needs help, to a fault. It’s one reason I love her so much.
“Fuckin A right, I’d love some help. Can you pick up all the liquor, beer, and food?”
“Sure, how about strippers? Did you line up something yet?” She was grinning at me like I had to admit whether we were getting strippers.
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea. Some of the married guys might be under strict orders. Ya know?”
“Oh come on James! This is your best friend’s batchelor party! You’re the best man. Don’t you think he’ll be disappointed if there aren’t strippers. What batchelor party doesn’t have strippers? I can set that up too if you want.”