Shit, did she just leave the door open! Edward thought to himself. He was trying to nudge her, yet not have her feel trapped. But those final words did nothing but fuel his fantasies further. His cock was now almost painfully hard as the realization of his wife cracking the door open to become a hotwife put his deviant fantasy right into the forefront of possibility.
Where does this go next?
How should he react?
Could he actually, truly, accept such a forbidden scenario?
Or was he just a delusional pimp?
Silence prevailed once again as both of them examined their inner thoughts and desires.
Being 4,000 miles from home where nobody knew them and there was no chance they would ever see these people again, it seemed increasingly possible to actually consider such a scenario. Susan felt timid and scared, but she also felt an excitement stirring inside her.
Although conflicted over her husband’s admission, Susan felt her pussy dampening at the thought, and her breasts once again tightening on her chest. Yet, she was still unwilling to be truthful to her husband, despite this discussion actually turning her on. She took a big final gulp of her wine in a futile attempt to clear her thoughts.
The fact was, she felt guilty that she had a deep, dark, fantasy of her own – one that she was having trouble admitting to her husband…and to herself.
In the back of her mind, she wondered…how far exactly could she push her own limits?
Susan knew her husband was very willing to extend his moral and societal boundaries and explore new ways to fulfill his sexual desires. But unfortunately, while he may be able to work through some discomfort, jealousy, and self-confidence issues, she remained hesitant.
Why couldn’t she simply allow herself to venture out of her conservative shell? Why couldn’t a mature woman be allowed to cast off outdated and ill-fitting stereotypes?
Edward noticed that Susan was a little unnerved. He smiled softly and picked up his wife’s hand, holding within his securely, trying to ease her mind.
“I’m going to get the bill so we can go to dinner,” he responded. Kissing her hand, he continued. “Sweetheart, follow your impulses. I want you to be free to explore your own fantasies. So why not make this a holiday to remember?”
Susan could feel a knot of anxiety in the pit of her stomach. Part of her wanted this. But could she actually?
“So, just so I am clear…you would not be angry if I had joined that guy and he said he wanted to fuck me?” Susan questioned angrily as she fidgeted in her stool; actually surprised those words came out of her mouth. Why did she say that?
“Well, it would not be so much anger, but I actually think it would be a mixture of curiosity, jealousy, fear, and lust all rolled into one. An emotional roller coaster for sure. But I do believe seeing you receive unadulterated pleasure would be the ultimate for me, even if from another man.”
Susan bit her lip and wished that she had not said what she just did. She was floating a test; a test to see how serious her husband actually was on sharing her. She did not really expect that he would actually react as he did – actually not only give her permission, but also actually encourage her to play around.
“Are you considering that? Would you want to?”
She tried to save grace. “I’m not sure. I guess I was just testing you.”
But in reality, she wasn’t. Her husband simply blocked that door open — the same door she had been struggling with and trying keep closed for the better part of this day.
And with that door now being pushed wide open, she could not stop the sordid thoughts that once again drifted through her mind — thoughts of walking over to that Frenchman’s table to reclaim what she believed was hers.
She took a deep breath and, perhaps aided by the cloud of alcohol, finally and reluctantly came to admit the truth to herself; she wondered what it would be like to be freer sexually, to feel the touch of another man, and yes, even feeling another man inside her. Not long ago she would have felt embarrassed by her own wandering thoughts. But now…she wasn’t.
But could she actually admit this sordid revelation to her husband?
Susan fidgeted in her seat before taking another deep breath trying to decide on her next move. She felt butterflies in her stomach along with a contrasting twinge between her legs. She turned to the Frenchman and noticed an empty table. Looking beyond, the man was escorting the dark-haired younger woman out of the bar.
At that moment, she hated herself for being so indecisive.
Why couldn’t she allow herself to accept, and maybe even experience some of her fantasies?
And why couldn’t she share those fantasies with her loving husband?
So many unanswered questions flashed before her. Looking back in retrospect, the man’s attitude and sexual confidence was appealing to her inner minx. And she could have been THAT woman!
“Are you sure about this Edward? Are you absolutely positive…this is something you want? And you wouldn’t be jealous?”
To be continued…