“Because Nancy says her boyfriend wants her to try it,” she said thoughtfully. “You have told me that monogamy may be out-of-date reasoning. I don’t know how I feel about it,” she said.
“Sex is just physical pleasure unless you are trying to reproduce the species,” I said. “Many say that sex should not be the most important thing in a relationship, especially a marriage.”
“Well, how would you feel if I wanted to have sex with someone else?” she asked.
“Do you?” I asked. Thoughtfully she shook her head. “I’m not sure,” she said. ‘Maybe. I don’t know for sure. There are some men I look at and wonder about.”
“You mean you wonder about having sex with them?” I asked. She shook her head. “If you wonder, maybe you should decide whether you do. If you do, then I’ll be fine with it, especially if it’s just sex.”
“Well, how do you know?” she asked. I said you don’t, not until you find out for yourself. “So, really, what if I said I wanted to fuck Jake?”
“I’d say go for it,” I said. “Does he make your panties wet?”
“Sometimes,” she said shyly.
“Then we have to get you and Jake together,” I said. “Seriously, you should let him know. Tell him you’d like to sleep with him. Tell I think it would be fine, if you want. Tell him your husband believes in open marriage. Since we’ve only been married for six months it is something we need to think about. Tell him I think he should fuck my wife,” I said. “Tell him you get wet panties when he is around.” She blushed and said, “Not always. “Well, any time is enough. Ask him to come over to the house to talk to me about fucking my wife. Do you know his phone number?” She said she did and that told me a lot. “Call him. Tell him I’m all for it. Tell him I said he has my word I don’t mined at all if he fucks you. I don’t want him running off with you, but that could happen whether he’s fucking you or not.”
She studied for a few seconds. “You really wouldn’t ‘d mind me having sex with him?”
“I really would not. I want you to enjoy sex, not just from me. If you have enjoyable sex with someone else, then I should be happy for you, and I will, believe me.” She sat down and just thought for a minute.
“You don’t get jealous?” she asked.
“I might get jealous of someone who has something can’t have. I have you, but jealousy is not a positive emotion and I couldn’t defend myself for being jealous of someone having something. If he has sex with you, he is giving you something and I surely should not be begrudging of him giving you pleasure, giving you something I did not give you. It’s like if someone gave you a gift and I was resentful because I didn’t give it to you. Make sense?”
She called Jake and he came over two days later. We introduced ourselves and I asked him to sit down. I said he had made an impression on my wife. He smiled at her and said she made an ‘impression’ on him as well. “My wife would like to have sex with you,” I said being as direct as possible. She blushed and looked away. “Why don’t the two you go someplace together. See what happens, how you feel together. If you decide to have sex, more power to you and I hope you enjoy her.
He got up, smiled at her and took her hand. He leaned in and kissed her tentatively. “Give her a real kiss,” I said. “That’s a kiss you’d give your sister. She’s not your sister. Give her a real kiss,” I said. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. This time their kiss was long and intense. “That’s it,” I said. “That’s a real kiss. Now take her and show her a good time.”
They left and she kissed me before they left. “Thank you,” she said with a grateful smile. When they returned later that night I waited in the family room, giving them a chance to say goodnight. When she came in I asked her if she had a good time. “I did, yes,” she said. Finally, I asked her if they had sex. “We did, yes,” she said with shy smile. Five stars,” she said with a grin.
“That’s good,” I said taking into my arms. “I want you to have good sex, whether it is with me or not. Don’t feel ashamed or regretful, because I gave you my consent, not that you have to have my approval. Your body belongs to you, not me. I am truly happy that you did. Might you want to do it again?” I asked her.
“Yes, I would like to. We talked about next week, on Saturday. I would like to spend the night with him at The Wagon Wheel Hotel in Ventura. That night we had sex then snuggled together and talked. “Tell me about your date,” I said.
She turned to face me and cheerfully told what they had done. ” I let him give oral and he really liked doing that. He said many girls feel uncomfortable letting a guy go down on them. I can’t imagine why they would feel uncomfortable.”
“That’s because people are taught that the body is unclean. It’s like any personal hygiene issue. You can keep yourself clean by bathing and other good hygiene habits. The pussy is not simply unclean. You can have urinary infections, but if you do you should tell your partner about. No matter who your partner is, your husband or your lover.”
“Is Jake my lover?”
“Sounds like he is to me, don’t you think he is?” She nodded and smiled.
“He is, yes,” she said. “I guess he is my boyfriend. My friend with benefits,” she said with a grin. “He has been my friend for a while,” she said. “I guess most wives don’t have boyfriends,” she added.
“More than you think,” I said, “but most women who have boyfriends don’t have their husband’s approval.
“I know,” she said kissing me. “I like Jake, but I love you. There are few husbands who would tell their wives to go have sex with a friend of hers. I can’t say how lucky I feel.”
Jake and Claire and I went on a boat cruise along the coastal islands off California’s Channel Islands. On the way across Claire stripped down to nothing and sunbathed in the foredeck. Jake and I chatted at the wheel and he thanked for letting be with Claire. I told him Claire decides who she will be with, not me.
When we anchored in a small cove Jake and Claire dived in and swam naked to the shore another boat came in and anchored next to us. Claire and Jake stayed nude and eventually the people in the other boat stripped down and swam to shore. I saw them all standing naked chatting, standing in a circle just visiting.
When Claire swam back to the boat she told me the couples were swingers and were each with the other’s spouse, “They are like us,” she said. ‘They are all having sex with other people.”
“It’s more common that you’d think. There not just like us because they are the same age, not married to someone old enough to be their father. Jake is your age. I am nearly twice as old as you, but I truly love you far different than any father. I watched the two you together and you do enjoy one another,” I told her. “But I actually get pleasure from seeing you together. Does that make any sense?”