Now that his fantasy had been put fairly and squarely in front of him he found it difficult to admit. He felt rather embarrassed that his own private fantasy had suddenly become general knowledge even though,of course, it was exactly what he wanted. ‘I would like a clear and concise answer, please,’ he heard his wife utter quietly, ‘tell me is this what you really want.?’ Charlotte putting it like that it sounded more like an ultimatum and that wasn,t quite how he felt. Summoning up his courage he looked at his wife and replied, ‘I,m not sure exactly what I do want, all I know, or to be precise, feel is that there is something lacking in our…,’ and here he dropped his voice down to almost a whisper, ‘er um our sex life.’ There, he,d said it now, now it was out in the open. Charlotte took hold of her husband,s hand, ‘Right, now that we know what we are talking about,we can discuss the situation here and now.’
She was begining to feel a little excited; was her husband intimating an open, more satisfying marriage, was he going to allow his wife a little more sexual freedom. She had to admit to herself, their three years of marriage had been wonderful,but this last several months the sex had become less than perfect; her cheating with that blackman when her and Dorothy had visited that other night club still remained fresh in her memory. Quite often had she recollected that hard, hot, thick, black prick thrusting into her trembling needy body and for several nights after the occasion she had enjoyed a good fucking from her husband, even now the thought made her cunt shiver. Of course she had no intention of telling her spouse, but, now,if she understood correctly what Dorothy had grinningly told her minutes earlier Steven was advocating lots more ‘cheating’ although,of course, from now on it wouldn,t actually be ‘cheating’ but with his complete approval. Another thought struck her; when in the arms of another man would she want her husband watching; watching her writhing and gasping under the naked, madly thrusting body of a stranger; would he be happy watching a bigger, better endowed lover enjoying what was once his own personal property, she would have to tread carefully if she wanted this new life to blossom out.
She looked into her husband,s eyes,still holding his hand, ‘You know I love you Steven,’ she said sincerely; there had never been any doubt in her mind of her love for her husband, he was good and kind, made her laugh and was a really wonderful friend, just, if the love making had been that bit more exciting she mused wistfully. ‘Steven,darling, just so I can understand your true feelings,tell me you love me, I believe you do but it,s nice to be told and if we are going to expand our marriage it is essential that you really do love me.’
Steven took note of his wife,s acceptance of his desire to watch her with other men but his first priority was to profess his undying love and this he did in grand fashion; gaining confidence he fell to his knees and taking hold of both of her hands rained kisses on both and on either side. ‘I love you, I love you, I love you,’ he expressed, loudly and clearly, not concerned about the attention he was attracting. Charlotte beamed, delighted with his public show of love for her. ‘Now,’ she continued, ‘you enjoyed watching me dance this evening with our coloured friends?’ ‘Yes! yes.’ ‘What if I was to dance a little closer to my black partner, feel him pressing up against my lower tummy, feel his hard penis pushing on my lower parts, how would you feel about that?’