We were in bed. Talking. Serious. Naked.
Both our spouses died young. Riza and I had now been together for ten years. Sexually, we still devoured each other. We attributed the insatiable desire to sexual experimentation. It began early in our relationship. Trust, truth, communication, key components for sexually adventurous couples. Talking about our fantasies evolved into real life escapades. We pillow talked our way into unconventional behavior.
We are straight but kinky. Our first outing was having another girl join us. Erica was a bartender. We had been seeing her most Friday nights for months. We all found each other attractive and joked about threesomes. This finally escalated into an after hours horny, stoned orgy involving bar stools, counters and the pool table. On later nights, we had more relaxed at home beddings with Erica. Riza was overjoyed watching me. It soon became her key brain buzz. Her last image before her orgasms erupted.
Same room sex with a couple advanced our adventures. Friends. We would drink tequila, smoke some refer, watch some porn. The girls did some playful girl on girl. All of us would end up naked ravishing our partners and watching each other. This whetted our appetites to continue to push the Lost Horizon envelope.
Swinging couples on line. Fabulous experiences. Not one bad encounter and we had a dozen in five years. Luscious, humorous, light hearted fun. Multiplied our togetherness. Shared novel life antidotes. An absolute blast watching each other receiving and giving pleasure. Events we could relive to repeatedly ramp up our sessions alone together.
Our final taboo were threesomes with Riza and another man. This was going where I had vowed it never would. One thing you learn on sensual journeys: never say never. Strangers online. I had the time and so vetted the men. An Italian, a French fellow. She collected nationalities. Seeing her was my biggest rush. Participating and watching. Seeing her kiss and blow and fuck another man? Weird? Uh-huh. Jealousy collides with intoxicating desire. Watching her better than enjoying myself. First or sloppy seconds. Didn’t matter. I worried I liked it too much. Her favorite image was me with another woman. Mine was her with a guy. Who cares? No hurt. No harm.
We were in bed. Talking. Serious. Naked.
We had just survived a six week separation on two different continents.
Our deal while apart was that we could have sex with other people. More than one person, even. Once, twice. Keeping it light. Sex only. No romance or emotional investment. An example would be meeting on a plane. Being grounded due to weather. Sharing a room and sex with a stranger. Or meeting someone in a bar. Sharing the stories when we are united again. No phone confessions.
Riza was the one traveling. The plane scenario is plausible. She would be visiting family in a big city. Many likely possibilities. I was staying in our hometown. Opportunities should present themselves.
Sex apart would be a novelty. A risk. That’s the rush. The uncertainty. Doing something you’ve never done. Doing what others fear. Breaking boundaries and rules. Hazards and gambles. Chancing.
Fast forward. Back together. Riza never had an opportunity to stray. Too busy. Too many people watching. She was disappointed. I was really crestfallen. Bummed. I was hungry for a hot story of her fucking someone. All the graphic details. Invented visuals.
Erica was the bartender we had enjoyed threesomes with. Before leaving Riza told Erica she could fuck me while she was gone. So I took advantage of the opportunity. I Banged Erica once every two weeks. Three times. Riza was happy with that but disappointed I didn’t do anyone new. For me I was just glad all my parts worked. It was the first time I had been with another woman alone in ten years. Erica tripped my trigger and I wasn’t sure who else could.
Weeks later.
Riza was at her dart league. Met a guy. Told me he was “interesting” Asked if she could fuck him. I said, “Of course. Once right?” There was a long pensive silence.
She answered, “No, you did Erica three times. I get three times.”
Truth told my dick was bulging my jeans. Riza knows I love her getting laid. She plays it. Three times was dangerous and exciting. Another first.
I said, “Can you stop after three times?”
‘Of course I can.” Another thoughtful silence as our eyes found each other. “But will you want me to?”