Work had been a blessing and a curse at the same time. For the most part, the busy workload helped keep my mind off of my strange new fantasies, but still there were times when I couldn’t keep those daydreams from my mind and my production plummeted. But despite me being away from the house for long hours, Nichole seemed happy with her new friendship with Rachel.

She had gone over there daily to swim and to indulge herself in Rachel’s spa treatments several days in a row. I had to admit, I was certainly benefiting from it. My wife’s skin had never been so smooth. And she was like that all the time now. No more prickly legs from not having shaved in a few days — but her legs weren’t the only things so nice and smooth. Her pussy was incredibly soft and silky.

Nichole had called the job referral that Marcus had passed along, and while nothing looked to be starting right away, she was told to stay in touch because there would be an opening coming up soon and they would like to talk to her further. I felt like I owed Marcus a big favor, and so when he mentioned that he needed some electrical work done in the garage, I quickly offered to do it for him if he bought the materials. I’d worked a lot of construction jobs putting myself through college, so wiring up some new outlets wasn’t a difficult task.

As go most construction projects, Marcus’ garage was severely under powered for what he wanted, and I had to run a lot of new wire, add a subpanel, and a number of additional breakers. The sun was hot, and the garage was baking inside. My shirt was soaked with sweat, and I was feeling plenty tired when Marcus suggested we take a break and have a beer. I sat on the concrete floor and took a long pull from the cold beverage. It felt great.

“Thanks again for helping me with this,” Marcus said, uncapping his own bottle.

I sighed and leaned against the wall, “Not a problem. You guys have been taking such good care of the wife it’s the least I can do.”

“That’s an unfair trade there,” Marcus said, shaking his head. “Rachel’s been much happier having Nichole around to talk to,” Marcus paused and looked at me uncomfortably. “I don’t suppose she’s told you about our…”

“…Open marriage,” I filled in, knowing exactly what he was referring to. I’d been surprised the subject had never been brought up during until now, but maybe it was the kind of thing that was easier to talk about one-on-one. “Yeah, she mentioned it.”

“Ah, I figured as much. But I wasn’t sure because you’ve never brought it up,” Marcus said, a questioning look on his face.

I set my beer on the ground and leaned the back of my head against the wall. Fuck it was hot. “To each their own on that one, Marcus. I’ve got no issues with it.”

Marcus smiled and nodded, “That’s something of a relief. I kind of thought that’s how you’d feel. But we’re always a little careful about who we talk to about it. We’ve lost some close friends in the past.”

“Maybe they weren’t such close friends,” I suggested.

Marcus shook his head, “No, they were. But people have a lot of closely held feelings when it comes to sex, fidelity, trust… sometimes that’s hard to see past.”

“I guess I understand that,” I thought for a moment and then asked, “Do you mind if I ask how it started?”

“Not at all,” Marcus answered. “It actually started with Don and Lisa — about eleven, maybe twelve years ago. They’re extremely close friends of our, and like I’ve said before, they were here a lot. It kind of just happened. One evening we were drinking a little too much, played a little strip poker, then some truth and dare, you know, because we were immature teenagers at the time,” he said, giving me a look. “I ended up sleeping with Lisa and Don bedded Rachel that night. It was so awkward the next day though dude. But eventually, we all got past the clumsy part and started to really enjoy it.”

“I’d wondered if it had involved them,” I said, referring to the prior residents of our house. “And then it expanded from there I guess?”

Marcus nodded, “Yeah, Rachel and I went a little crazy for a while. We’d always been into trying new things. We did the BDSM master and slave thing for a while, and femdom for a time. You name it and we’ve probably at least tried it,” Marcus shrugged and flipped his hands up as he laughed.

I looked out the garage door for a moment as I gathered my thoughts. “Can I ask you another question?”

“Of course — I’m an open book on this stuff if you’re curious.”

“Thanks,” I said, trying to put my feelings into words. “Have you ever seen your wife with another guy?”

Marcus easily nodded, “Countless times.”

“And… do you like seeing that, or is the open marriage more about you getting to sleep with other women?”

“A bit of both,” Marcus answered. “I do enjoy seeing Rachel with other men, but I also enjoy some variety, too.” After a moment when I didn’t respond, Marcus added, “But everyone is geared a little differently. Over the years, we’ve çukurambar escort been to dozens of swinger parties–even hosted quite a few here–and one thing I’ve learned is that no two people are alike when it comes to sexual preferences and kinks. But that’s part of the fun. You get to experiment and play around until you find what you and your partner both enjoy.”

I nodded slowly as he spoke, my thoughts starting to coalesce, “I sometimes feel like my wife doesn’t get what she needs — I mean like I can’t get her there, you know. I can see her holding back, trying to restrain herself. I want to give her more. I want her to let that passion out. I’ve thought about trying toys, or maybe some of those games you can buy online, but…” I stopped when I saw Marcus shaking his head.

“That stuff might work a little, but mostly it’s just garbage,” He explained. “The key to unlocking that unrestrained passion is through her mind.” Marcus paused a moment while I took in what he was saying.

“She more-or-less said the same thing a while back, but I don’t think I fully understood it,” I confessed.

“It’s not an easy thing to get, so don’t beat yourself up,” my neighbor encouraged. “It’ll take some time, but any woman can be taken to the point where they’ll throw all caution to the wind. I’ve seen extremely conservative women do some pretty outrageous things once they’re primed just right.”

“Okay,” I said numbly. “How do I prime my wife?”

Marcus smiled, his brow rose slightly, “That depends on where you want her to go, what you want her to do.” My neighbor let that sync in in for a moment before continuing, “Some people find a little role play is all they need to spice it up. You know, wife goes into a bar, husband comes in later and hits on her while the wife pretends she doesn’t know who he is. Others take it up a notch, the wife might try to get other guys to flirt with her while the husband sits back and watches.

“I know couples that take it even further and purposefully try to get the wife to hook up with a stranger. Maybe take him to a hotel and fuck him while the husband sits in a car somewhere… point is,” continued Marcus, “there are a thousand ways to prime her, and yourself for that matter. I’ve learned that nothing gets the motor running like delving into the taboo–the things polite society pretends to abhor.”

“I can see that,” I said in understanding.

“The thing is she has to want it, or be led to want it,” Marcus pressed further, “you mentioned me watching my wife have sex with another guy. If you want to experience that with Nichole, she’s ultimately got to get there on her own, but you can help lead the way.”

“How?” I asked, the word slipping out before I could stop it. I saw Marcus’ lip smirk ever so slightly.

“I don’t know if I should tell you this stuff, Ky. Take it from me, once you start down the path of the alternative lifestyle, there’s no coming back to the relationship you have now.”

“I don’t want an open marriage,” I stated firmly, that much I knew to be true. I turned away and again looked out the garage door. I knew what I wanted, but there was no way I could just come out and say it. And I didn’t really want it. I was only having fun imagining it. I couldn’t stand it if it actually happened, and yet…

“No, from what you’ve said, I can tell how dedicated you are to your wife. Your desire is related to her pleasure.”

I gave Marcus a sharp nod, “Exactly.”

“And the idea of watching her appeals to you?”

I shrugged uncomfortably, “I love seeing that look of pleasure in her eyes,” I finally admitted, but not exactly answering the question. “Seeing that fuels me more than anything.”

“Your wife’s a lucky woman then. The starting point for you is trying to get her to open her mind to the idea, let herself imagine it happening. Once you crack that door, it’s really amazing how fast it’ll open.”

“Thanks,” I said. A long pause passed between us. “I’ve had these feelings lately that I can’t explain… I desperately want it and I don’t at the same time.”

Marcus nodded, “It’s good to be cautious. Sometimes once you open Pandora’s Box, there’s no closing it. We only have control over the choices, never the consequences.”

“Yeah,” I more breathed out, understanding exactly what Marcus was trying to tell me. “If you had to do it all over again, would you?” I asked.

Marcus stood for a very long time before he finally nodded and said, “Most of the time I’d say yes, but I’ll admit that every once in a while I’d say no. It’s an intense ride sometimes — not for the faint of heart.”

-_-

“Ky, wake up,” I heard in the distance somewhere, hands were shaking me. “Ky, wake up.”

My eyes finally opened, and I turned my head towards Nichole, “What is it,” I said, my voice filled with sleep.

“Can’t you hear that?” she asked, making me strain to listen. “The neighbors are shagging.”

“Good for them,” I said, my tired demetevler escort brain starting to drift back to sleep. I felt the bed move and I opened my eyes once more to see Nichole slip out of bed and go to the corner window.

“Bloody hell, you’ve got to see this,” she gasped, and suddenly had my interest.

I scrambled out of bed and joined her at the window. I’d never paid a lot of attention to the inside layout of our neighbor’s house, but I knew the layout was basically the reverse of ours, putting their master bedroom on the side of the house adjacent to ours. The night had been relatively cool and so we had opened our windows before we went to bed in order to let in the cool air. From the look of it, Marcus and Rachel had been thinking more-or-less the same thing, only their blinds were askew enough that we could see into their room. What I saw made my eyes about pop out of my head.

Rachel was on her knees, her back arched such that it presented her round ass to her husband. Her hands were tied to the center of the headboard of the bed. With their room only about twenty-five feet away from our own, we could see everything in the smallest detail.

Marcus smacked his wife’s ass hard with the palm of his hand, and we watched as he slowly pulled out his impressive member. It’s length and girth were remarkable, and I found myself fixated on it. I was about to tell my wife that we should shut the window and not spy on our neighbors, but when I looked at how intensely she was watching, I quickly decided to keep my mouth shut and let things play out.

We heard another smack and then heard Marcus’ voice, “Where’s my little whore want it?” he asked, slapping his cock against the top of her ass.

“In my ass Marcus, please fuck my ass,” we heard Rachel’s voice plead. “Stop teasing me and fuck my ass.”

“What, Brian’s not satisfying your needs back here?” Marcus asked, continuing to tease he wife.

“No,” Rachel whimpered.

“Come on, tell me what I want to hear,” Marcus said, keeping the tip of his cock poised outside Rachel’s ass.

“No, Brian’s cock is too small to satisfy me. I need your cock in me. Please,” she again pleaded.

We could hear Marcus chuckle as he pushed forward and slid inside. Next we heard a deep, guttural groan from Rachel. It didn’t take long before Marcus was fucking her with powerful strokes, and Rachel’s cries escaped into the night.

“Oh my god,” Nichole said in a whisper. “We shouldn’t be watching this.” But she didn’t move away.

The noises Rachel was making were the noises I desperately wanted to hear from my wife. New images of my beautiful with came into my mind. They came faster now than ever, and were more clearly focused, my mind more practiced in creating the fantasy. I could see her tied to the bed as Rachel was. I could hear her voice crying out for more. I could see her body writhing in the darkness, her pussy being stretched as it never had before.

The coupling seemed to go on and on, not like the few minutes it took us to have sex in our own bed. The passion and the hunger I saw through the neighbor’s window was unlike anything I’d ever imagined. I knew there was more feeling that could be produced from sex, but this was so much more powerful than even I’d thought possible, and I wanted it.

It seemed like forever, but eventually Marcus came with a grunt and collapsed next to his wife. Nichole and I quietly moved away from the window and got back into bed. I had an erection that was so hard it almost hurt.

“I can’t believe what I just saw,” Nichole said, staring at the ceiling fan spinning overhead.

“Yeah, those blinds are bent to shit, they’re going to have to replace them,” I said jokingly.

“Ha. Ha. Ha,” My wife laughed sarcastically, “I know you were wishing you were in Rachel’s place, letting Marcus ravage your arse.”

Fuck, that made me laugh. I turned over to look at her, “Shall I get some rope, tie you up and fuck you in the ass? Wanna try it?”

Even in the dim light I could see Nicole roll her eyes, “We need a headboard for that.”

“Nah, I could bolt in a ring to the studs or something. But fuck, I’ll go buy a headboard right now if you’ll let me do that.”

“I wonder who Brain is,” my wife said, ignoring my comment.

“Previous lover I guess. Who knows how many people they’ve been with? I’m certain the number is pretty high though.”

“I get that impression from Rachel. They don’t worry much about who they sleep with. If it feels good, they do it.” Nichole commented.

My heart was pounding in my chest as I tried to think of the words that would share my feelings with my wife. This was an opportunity I couldn’t afford to miss.

“Be honest with me here. Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to have sex with a cock as big as Marcus’?” I asked, feeling like I was fumbling but taking the risk anyway.

“No,” Nichole answered a little too quickly. “Yours if perfect, I’ve told demirtepe escort you that.”

“I know, and I’m thankful you’re so kind to me. But for a minute, don’t think about my feelings. I want to know. Have you ever let yourself wonder what it would feel like?

Nichole was silent for a long time, and it took me literally poking her several times before she said, “Alright, I may have thought about it once or twice, but not seriously. It would probably bloody hurt anyway.”

“Maybe at first, but Rachel didn’t seem to be in any pain,” I said, hoping to make her recall the images in her head.

A long silence passed between us and I thought my wife had decided to go to sleep until she said, “Ky, I’ve got something to confess.”

And like that, my heart slammed into my throat. She’s never in the two years we’ve been married said those words to me. I instantly sat and turned towards her. “What’s up?”

After another long silence, Nichole spoke, “I was swimming with Rachel the other day, and, well, she had made these iced tea drinks that were very strong, filled with alcohol of some sort. I wasn’t pissed, but I was feeling good enough that when Rachel invited me to take off my bikini, I did it–Marcus wasn’t home when I went over. It was only the two of us.”

“Holy shit, did you really?” I said in shocked surprise, my dick instantly coming to life.

Nichole nodded, and I was sure she was blushing, but I couldn’t tell in the dim light. “But… Marcus came home early and saw us starkers. He saw me completely nude, Ky.”

“Oh my god! Why didn’t you tell me before?” I probed, my mind spinning some serious rpms.

“I’m sorry, I should have. Nothing happened. I mean Marcus took off his shorts, too, but I left shortly after that. I promise nothing happened,” My wife explained. I could hear the panic in her voice.

“I believe you,” I quickly said, putting my hand on her’s. “So, you saw it up close?”

“I saw it, yeah,” Nichole said, her voice with a certain breathy quality to it.

“And?” I pushed.

“And it was… it was huge.”

“Did you want to touch it?” I asked, kind of teasing but kind of not.

“No,” my wife said a little too quickly.

“No?” I said, drawing the word out.

Another long paused stretched out, and I was determined to let it stay that way until she answered. Finally, she said, “Maybe a bit, but it was just a thought–and I blame you for putting the thought in my head. I wouldn’t really do it. In fact, I came home shortly after.”

I laid back onto the pillow, “I can’t believe you were skinny dipping at the neighbors. That’s fucking incredible. Oh, how I wish I could’ve seen it.”

“You’re really alright with it?” Nichole asked.

“Yeah, of course. I like that my wife was a little naughty.”

“You’re a pervert, you know that, right?” She asked, and I could hear the smile in her voice.

“So you’ve said on a few occasions,” I said, a smile on my face. “Do you think you’ll do it again?”

“I don’t know… it sort of just happened, but it was exhilarating. I haven’t felt a rush like that in a long time.”

I reached over and ran my hand along the top of her bare thigh, “You should,” I said firmly, “make it a thing where you go over there without the swimsuit. Hmmm, no tan lines. I’m liking the idea.”

“I like that you like that,” she said, placing her hand on my dick, feeling that I was already hard for her.

“Maybe next time it’ll break out into a three-way with them,” I said, pulling my shorts off and rolling toward my wife.

“Ky,” she said, slapping me on the shoulder. “I would never cheat on you. I can’t believe you say stuff like this.”

“What can I say, I’m a pervert,” I admitted. “I like the idea of my wife being a little slut and playing with the neighbors.” I couldn’t believe I’d just said that. What was I thinking?

“Stop taking the Micky, Ky. It’s one thing to joke about it, but you’re sounding a bit too serious right now.”

My dick was so hard it hurt, and a haze of lust was making it hard to think clearly. I crawled between my wife’s legs and pushed her knees apart. “I think I am being serious,” I said, settling down onto my chest so that my face was only inches away from her opening. She was soaking. “And I think you like the idea, too.” I lightly touched her lips with my tongue.

“It’s one thing to fantasize about, but you can’t actually want me to do it. For one, we are married, and two, you would become a jealous rage monster–there would be no living with you.”

“You’re probably right,” I said, lightly blowing on her skin. “So, fantasize about it right now. Let your mind think about it. Pretend I’m Marcus and I’m about to fuck you like he just did to Rachel.”

“It’s just a fantasy, yeah?” Nichole said in a whisper.

“Yes,” I said softly, probing her core deeper with my tongue, “just a fantasy.”

The next few weeks of the summer flew by as I worked my ass off to meet the never-ending deadlines. I truly did exist in a rat race, I thought to myself on numerous occasions. My day had long ago become a monotonous routine of waking up, commuting an hour to work, sitting in front of a computer monitor for ten hours, commuting home an hour, and having maybe a couple of hours of free time before I needed to go to bed.