\**This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18 ****

I am often asked how my wife and I got started in the Stag & Vixen Lifestyle, and my standard answer has always been, "It just sort of happened." But that's not entirely true. While the initial spark came out of nowhere, some planning and researching were involved in fully immersing us in this beautiful community.

I met my wife, Sandy, at my previous job, where I worked in the I.T. Department, and she worked in Sales. I was 36, and she was 27 at the time. Her beauty, grace, and intelligence immediately overtook me. Still, it took some time before I dared to ask her out. The age gap always made me think she wouldn't be interested in me, but that was the furthest thing from the truth. Sandy stands about 5' 4" with long dark red hair and emerald green eyes. Though she is smaller-breasted than her curvaceous hips and thighs would lead you to believe, her figure is perfect in my eyes. My first impressions of her were that she was outgoing and friendly to everyone she met. Still, I soon began to sense a wild side underneath the demure exterior. Sandy possessed an adventurousness and a slightly wicked sense of humor that hinted at a sub-surface desire to let go and cut loose occasionally.

Our first date revealed this to be true. Sandy confessed to me later that she usually didn't sleep with a guy on the first date but that her attraction to me had caused her to throw caution to the wind. While I'm the furthest thing from Brad Pitt, with my 5' 9", semi-athletic frame and receding hairline, I'm considered handsome and pride myself on knowing how to please a woman. It also helps, I suppose, that I'm well above average in endowment and believe in feminist ideals. Our date consisted of drinks and dinner, followed by Sandy inviting me back to her place for a nightcap. We made love that night, and though we didn't reveal it to each other then, we were already contemplating a lifetime together. As insane as that may sound, I'm not embellishing in the least. Sandy and I fit together in a way neither of us had experienced before.

Sandy and I progressed our relationship, and soon, we were living together and planning a wedding. As much as I was madly in love with her, and vice-versa, we quickly realized that neither of us was perfect. I have always been a loner, so living with someone so intimately was new and challenging to me. Likewise, Sandy admitted that she struggled with thoughts of being tied down at such a young age. We worked through those issues, though, and after dating for about a year and living together for nine months, we were married.

Our sex life was passionate and adventurous, but Sandy hinted at wanting to explore a more "alternative" sexual lifestyle. Though I had fantasized about swinging and BDSM in the past, I had never acted on them. Sandy, however, confessed to experimenting in college, including experimenting with women, a few casual-sex relationships, going to an all-nude male revue, and hiring a stripper for her bachelorette party. Though the thought of my wife ogling some hunk of man like a piece of meat secretly aroused me, I never admitted it to her.

On Sandy's 30th birthday, these taboo ideas of wife-sharing took root. Sandy and two girlfriends, Janet and Terri, went out for a few drinks. Janet, a short, busty, curvy blonde, is close in age to Sandy and her closest friend. They went to college together, and though I have no evidence of this, I believe they experimented bisexually together at least once. They are very close.

On the other hand, Terri is a slightly older, taller woman with short, wavy, red hair. Terri moved to the area a few months prior and was fairly new to our circle of friends. Girl’s night was nothing unusual in our home, and I thought it essential for us to have our time with friends separately from time to time. I trust Sandy’s judgment and our friends, so I almost never worry on these nights. I busied myself with some work and watched a documentary until my wife returned home, slightly drunk and giggling.

"What's so funny?" I asked Sandy as she stumbled into the bedroom.

"Janet hired a stripper for my birthday!"

"A stripper? Really?"

"Yeah, she surprised Terri and me with him at her apartment before we headed to the bar! It was hilarious!" Sandy said between fits of laughter.

"Did Terri know about it, or did Janet hire him without her knowing?" I asked.

"Oh, Terri knew about it. Janet hired him through some strip-o-gram company, and Terri helped surprise me!" Sandy replied. They took a video! Do you want to see it?"

"Oh, boy!" I replied.

Sandy fished her phone out of her purse and opened the video Janet had texted. I sat on the bed, and Sandy curled up next to me as we watched. Janet had hired Male Revue Inc., a local company that sends male strippers to your location. Sandy's video opened with Terri leading her and Sandy into Janet's apartment.

"Happy Birthday, Sandy!" Janet exclaimed as the door opened.

"Thanks, Janet!" Sandy replied.

Terri led the birthday girl into Janet's living room, where a muscular, shirtless stripper waited. He was dark-haired with tanned skin and looked in his early twenties, about 6' tall and a couple hundred pounds. His physique looked solid and robust, with clear definition throughout his body. Janet greeted Sandy and Terri, and the video caught Sandy's shocked and excited expression as she noticed the stripper.

"Surprise!" Terri and Janet exclaimed.

"Oh my god!" Sandy squealed, “What have you done?”

Janet introduced the stripper as "Romeo," and Romeo approached my wife and wished her a happy birthday.

"How old are you today, Sandy?" Romeo asked.

"30!" Sandy giggled as Romeo took her hands and guided her to the sofa, where she sat.

"Wow, 30... an older woman. I like it!" Romeo replied.

"Are you going to dance for me, Romeo?" Sandy asked.

"Absolutely! Your friends gave me a huge tip and asked me to make the show extra special for you. I have a special song picked out for you, too!"

“Let your hair down, Sandy!” Janet prodded.

“Woohoo!” Terri cheered in support.

Janet turned down the lights and then hit a button on her phone, turning on a Bluetooth speaker. Romeo's song was a mashup of the original Prince song "Darling Nikki" with the rap from "Anaconda" by Nicki Minaj. Romeo slowly removed his pants as the music began, revealing muscular, smooth legs and a pair of tight-fitting speedo. It was evident that he shaved or waxed his body, as no hair was on his smooth, glistening skin. The speedo barely contained its contents, as a prominent bulge protruded from the tight fabric. He then began gyrating in front of my wife. I felt my cock stir as I watched the video.

"Wow, I think he's really into you, Sandy!" Janet said.

"Yeah, he said he liked older women," Terri joked, “And by the looks of it, he didn’t lie.”

"I'm not that old!" Sandy protested. She looked at Romeo wide-eyed, "You look so strong! I can't imagine how much time you spend in the gym!" she giggled.

I glanced over at my wife, sitting next to me, and watched as she squeezed her thighs together. She was inebriated, and I couldn't help but notice the look in her eyes as she stared at the video on her phone. Alcohol always makes her super horny. A “beautiful mess” is how I like to describe it.

"He doesn’t have an ounce of fat! You should touch him!" Janet said.

"What?" Sandy exclaimed.

"You’re telling me you don’t want to feel those muscles? I mean, look at that package! It's your birthday, you should enjoy it!"

"I couldn't..."

"Just a quick feel. What could it hurt?" Janet added.

"I don't know... I guess it wouldn't hurt..." Sandy stammered.

Romeo turned his back to Sandy and ground his firm ass against her knees, making her giggle. Sandy looked at the camera and mouthed the word, "What?"

"Do it," Terri mouthed back.

The music was loud, and Romeo couldn't hear what they were saying. He continued dancing, turning back around to face Sandy and grinding his groin against her leg. He put his hands on her shoulders and leaned forward, giving her a better view of his bulge.

"He wants you," Janet blurted out to Sandy.

Sandy looked up at Romeo's face and smiled awkwardly, her cheeks red. Romeo placed her hands on his hips while he grinned and nodded. Sandy ran her hands up Romeo's sides, over his abs, and then squeezed his pecs. Romeo leaned forward so his face was only inches from my wife's.

"That's it, birthday girl! Let your hands roam!" Romeo smiled.

"I'm not sure..." Sandy mumbled.

"I dare you," Terri said.

My heart pounded as I watched. For a moment, I saw a salacious look on my wife's face that I had never seen before. Romeo's bulge was right in front of Sandy's face, and she was biting her lower lip.

"Touch it," Janet whispered.

Romeo nodded and gave her a wink. Sandy reached out and tentatively ran her hands down Romeo's stomach and over his bulge. Her hands lingered there, and I could see the bulge swelling in response to her touch.

"Go on," Terri urged.

Sandy grabbed Romeo's bulge, and the stripper gasped. His hand moved to the back of her head and stroked her hair.

"Mmm," he moaned.

Sandy continued feeling him through his speedo, and his moaning grew louder.

"That's it," Janet whispered. "Enjoy your birthday present."

"Oh my God, I can't believe I'm doing this!" Sandy giggled. "Your whole body is as hard as a rock!"

"This is so hot!" Terri replied.

I felt myself getting aroused as I watched. I couldn't explain the feelings I was experiencing. It was jealously washed in incredible arousal at seeing my wife's usual measured demeanor starting to evaporate from groping another man. Her eyes seemed fixated on the bulge between his legs.

"Does it feel as big as he looks?" Janet asked.

"Yeah…really…big," Sandy replied.

Romeo reached down and adjusted his package. His hand's movement brought the bulge closer to Sandy's face. She was rubbing his thighs and groping him, and the stripper was enjoying it.

"I think he likes you, Sandy," Terri said.

"It certainly feels like it!" Sandy laughed as she squeezed Romeo's package.

Romeo turned, giving Sandy access to his package from the side.

"You're making him hard," Janet said.

Sandy cupped his bulge and rubbed the outline of his package.

"Damn, girl!" Terri giggled. "You seem to enjoy having your hands full!"

"That feels good," Romeo said.

"I…um…should I keep going?" Sandy asked, to no one in particular. The look on her face was desire mixed with unease. But I know my wife; she would have stopped if she weren't enjoying this.

"Keep going," Terri replied.

"Go on, make his cock harder," Janet said.

"I'm not sure about this..." Sandy hesitated.

"It's just a dance," Janet said. "Keep touching him. You're almost done."

"You should give him a kiss," Terri suggested jokingly.

"No way!" Sandy said with a smile.

"He'd like it," Janet replied.

"I can't do that, you guys!" Sandy laughed.

"Why not?" Terri asked.

"I'm married. It's wrong." Sandy giggled as she absent-mindedly fondled Romeo.

"Come on, Sandy. You've come this far," Janet said.

"He wouldn't mind if you kissed him. He might even let you suck his cock if you ask him nicely," Terri said.

Sandy blushed and covered her mouth. She was still caressing Romeo's bulge, and I couldn't help but wonder what was running through her head. Sandy looked like she was enthralled, which I found intriguing. My wife is not the type to succumb to peer pressure, so the fact that she continued groping this man means that she wanted this.

"You guys are bad!" Sandy giggled.

"I know you paid me a lot, but there are some boundaries, ladies," Romeo announced.

"Oh, don't be such a tease!" Terri whined.

"You can touch as much as you like, but nothing further. I can't cross that line."

"Can you get naked?" Terri asked.

"That, I can do." Romeo smiled.

"Will you show us your dick?" Terri followed up.

"Only if the birthday girl asks me," Romeo said, turning back towards Sandy.

"Oh, god. I shouldn't be doing this." Sandy muttered, her eyes bright as she looked in awe at Romeo.

"Come on, Sandy," Terri urged. "We're just having a little fun, right?"

"Maybe we should stop..."

"Oh, come on. I want to see that monster in there," Janet said.

"Please, Sandy," Terri pleaded.

Sandy was beet red and appeared to be sweating. I could tell she didn't want to stop; I could see all I needed to see in her eyes…unadulterated desire.

"Please?" Janet asked.

"You guys are terrible. Oh, god, I'm terrible," Sandy giggled. “Romeo, can we see everything?"

"My pleasure," he replied.

Romeo stood straight and then turned to the side, giving Sandy a view of his bulge at the perfect angle. He pulled down his speedo, revealing his bare butt, and then dropped the skimpy piece of clothing to the floor. When he turned back around, my wife audibly gasped.

"Oh, my God!" she exclaimed.

I nearly gasped myself; this guy was hung like a horse. His thick shaft hung over two large balls and pointed directly at my wife's face. He looked to be 10 or 11 inches long and really thick. His skin was tan and smooth, except for a neat landing strip of pubic hair at the base of his cock.

"It's so big!" Sandy gasped.

"That's a monster cock!" Janet exclaimed.

"It's massive!" Terri added.

"How often do you get to see a dick like that?" Janet asked.

"Never, unless I'm paying for it." Terri laughed.

"Can she touch it?" Janet wondered out loud.

"He did say she could touch him as much as she likes," Terri pointed out, causing Romeo to roll his eyes. Sandy just stared, fixated.

"Well?" Janet asked.

"Go on," Terri urged.

Sandy looked back and forth between her friends and then at Romeo, who nodded his approval. She then hesitantly reached out her hand and touched the stripper's cock.

"Mmm," Romeo moaned.

Sandy gently ran her fingers over the tip of his cock, and down the length of his shaft.

"God, this is so hot!" Terri groaned.

"That's a big dick! It makes your hands look so small!" Janet chuckled.

"You ladies are crazy," Romeo smirked.

"We're just having fun. Right, Sandy?"

"It really is…beautiful," Sandy muttered, her eyes fixated like she was relishing every inch.

"Does it feel nice?" Terri asked.

"Uh huh," Sandy replied dazedly while running her hands over his balls.

"That feels so good," Romeo groaned.

"He likes that," Janet said.

"Do you have a girlfriend, Romeo?" Terri asked.

"Yes," he replied.

"Does she like sucking your cock?" Terri followed up.

"Oh yeah."

"I bet she does," Sandy mumbled mindlessly.

"Would you like to suck it?" Terri asked.

"Terri!" Sandy protested, snapping out of her trance.

"Come on, you've been stroking it for like ten minutes. If you're not going to suck it, then it's my turn."

"Okay, that's enough, ladies," Romeo stepped back. "I hope you enjoyed the show, but I think we are done."

"I'm sorry, Romeo," Sandy apologized, embarrassment flush in her face.

"No worries. You all crack me up."

At that point, the video ended. Sandy's eyes were on me, trying to gauge my reaction. I sensed that she was a bit embarrassed.

“That was…” I began.

“I know, I know. I was…” Sandy began to explain herself.

"Pretty...hot," I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

"What?! Really? You're not mad?"

"No, why would I be mad?"

"Well, because I touched another guy's dick..."

"It's not like you had sex with him."

"That was pretty fuckin’ crazy," Sandy giggled.

"A bit," I agreed.

"What about after the video?"

"The girls took me to Malcom's, that bar on 6th. They had a D.J. there tonight. We drank, danced, and laughed our asses off. I'm a little tipsy."

"I'll say," I replied, laughing.

"I'm not too drunk, though. Are you tired? Do you want to fool around?"

"I was hoping you'd say that. I want to hear more about your night first, though."

"At the bar, Janet and Terri were teasing me about how I had acted with the stripper, and they kept asking me questions about it."

"Like what?"

"Oh, you know...like how big was he, and did it feel nice, things like that. They also wanted to know how big yours was and if I preferred you over him."

"What did you say?"

"I told them that the stripper had the largest I have ever seen in real life and that you have a beautiful cock." she said with a big grin.

"But I'm like 3 inches shorter than that guy and definitely not as thick."

"No, but your size is perfect for me. It's long and thick enough to please, and your body drives me wild. Romeo was packing a beast, for sure. I can only imagine how much pain a cock that size would cause."

"Yeah, a big dick like that must be intimidating," I said, stroking her hair.

"Are you okay with what I did, baby? What are you thinking?"

What was I thinking? My thoughts were spinning, and my cock was half-hard from what I just watched. I felt conflicted feelings of jealousy, arousal, and awe. "I just can't get over how you acted, so...I don't know...cock-drunk, I guess. I've never seen you like that before."

"It was so strange. When I first saw this stripper, I was giggling and having a good time. It was so silly, having this hot young guy stripping in front of me. Then, when I started feeling him up, something changed. It was like I was being drawn in, and suddenly, it wasn't so silly anymore."

"Yeah, I saw that in the video. The girls were pretty wild, too."

"They're both single, so they weren't holding back…and you know Janet. But even I can't believe some of the dirty things I said. When Terri started talking about sucking his dick, it was like…I couldn't get the thought of him putting that monster inside me out of my mind."

"Wait…So you wanted to suck him?"

"I...um...yeah...I did. I was horrible, I know, but you know I would never cheat on you, honey. "

"You're not horrible. You had a little fun and let your hair down a bit with your girlfriends. And you showed me everything, so it's not like you kept it a secret. We agreed to be open and honest about everything in our relationship. Anger is the furthest thing from my mind right now."

"What are you thinking, baby?"

"Honestly? I'm a little turned on, as fucked up as that may sound. I've fantasized about something like this, I guess. Seeing you like that and seeing the way you reacted to his cock...it was hot."

"Oh, wow. I didn't expect you to say that. You've never expressed interest in me being with another guy."

"Yeah, it's complicated. On the one hand, I feel a little jealous and protective, but on the other, I was getting incredibly aroused watching you play with that guy."

"You were? What about it turned you on the most?"

"Just seeing the way you were acting, I guess. Seeing the way you were, I don’t know…mesmerized by his cock. It was different."

"So, if you were into it, are you suggesting I do something like this again?"

"I'm not suggesting anything. Like I said, it's complicated. I've fantasized about watching you have sex with other guys. Not regularly, but I've fantasized about it. But now, after tonight, I'm unsure if it was just a little fantasy."

"What are you saying, baby? You want me to cheat on you?"

"No, of course not. It's not something I've thought through completely, and I don't know if I'm even serious about it. Honestly, the idea of you touching another man is taboo and shocking, so I'm just reacting to its naughtiness."

"You're making me blush," Sandy giggled. "So, are you turned on, or are you jealous? Is your dick hard, or is your mind telling it to go soft?"

"It's not like I'm jealous and angry. I'm just thinking about it and trying to sort out my feelings. It's hard to explain, but seeing that guy's huge cock, and seeing the effect it had on you, is making me hard."

"So, if he turned me on…and you were turned on by watching me…and your fantasies have you wanting to watch me have sex with other guys... what's left?"

"He really turned you on, huh?" I asked.

"Oh yeah. If you hadn't existed in my life, I probably wouldn't have held back anything when I think of how I felt at that moment." Sandy teased.

We kissed and held each other silently momentarily.

"So, what do you think of this? How would you feel about acting on this fantasy?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"Baby, I'm not saying that. I don't know. It might be too weird." Sandy replied, her head nestled on my shoulder.

"I know. It's crazy, right? I'm not saying I'm seriously thinking about this. It's just a thought. But, if we are both turned on by this fantasy, would you consider it? Would you let another guy fuck you? Or would you suck another guy off? Or, at the very least, touch him?"

"Are you seriously asking me to cheat on you?"

"It wouldn't be cheating. It would be...I don't know...a game or something."

"A game? Baby, you're making my head spin."

"Sorry, babe. Let's drop it. You're right; it's too weird."

Sandy leaned back and looked directly into my eyes, "You're serious? Is this really a fantasy of yours? You're not messing with me?"

"Not messing with you, no. I am serious, but, like I said, it's crazy. We don't need to talk about this right now. You've been drinking tonight, and we've both had an exciting evening."

"I think the alcohol has worn off, baby. My buzz is gone. You've got me all worked up."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

"Stop saying sorry. Just answer the question. Have you fantasized about me being with other men? Have you thought about it seriously?"

"Maybe."

"Oh my God, baby! I had no idea. How would it work? Would you be there the whole time?"

"Well, yeah. I would like to be. I can't think of anything hotter than to be there, in person, watching."

"Oh, wow, that's fucking wild. And you would be okay with it, or would you be jealous and angry?"

"There's a difference between jealousy and insecurity. Jealousy would imply that I was afraid you would fall in love with the guy and leave me, or something like that. I would never believe that. No. If anything, it would make me love you more. It would show me how much you're into me."

"Are you sure, baby? How do you know you wouldn't become jealous and angry and start yelling at me?"

"Because I love you. I love you too much for that. And, if the idea of you touching or sucking another man's cock, or having him fuck you, is enough to get me this hard, then how could I get angry with you about it?"

"So, are we really considering this? Things aren't going to get all weird and hurt our relationship?"

"No. We'd have to be honest and open about everything and have no expectations. I can't promise that it will work out how we picture it or that you will even want to go through it. Seeing you with another guy was a turn-on, and the thought of watching you with another man is...apparently, after tonight's proof...a strong fantasy of mine."

"This…is fucking crazy, but I'm so turned on right now."

Sandy reached out and grabbed my bulge, making me gasp. She pulled my briefs down, releasing my cock. It was rock-hard and throbbing. She moved down my body, kissing my chest and stomach as she went. Her soft lips brushed the sensitive skin around my pelvis and the base of my cock. Sandy ran her tongue along my shaft, sending a wave of pleasure through my body. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation.

"Wow, you really are turned on, huh?"

"Mmm," I groaned.

"You look so suckable right now. Would you like that?"

"God, yes," I moaned.

Sandy's tongue flicked at the head of my cock a few times, "Mmm, your precum is so sweet." she moaned. "Did you like seeing your wife fondling a younger man's cock?"

"Yes, baby."

"I couldn't believe how big he was."

"You couldn't get over his huge cock, could you?"

"No, baby. He was a beast."

"He had a bigger dick than me," I moaned, reaching down and gently massaging Sandy's head, my fingers playing with her hair the way I knew she loved it.

"That's true. Romeo was a lot thicker, too. He could barely fit into his speedo. Yours is still my favorite, though."

"But you liked touching his cock?"

"You saw the video. Did I look like I was enjoying it?"

"You couldn't take your eyes off it."

"That's because it was so big. I had never seen a cock that big in my life. I was shocked, but it felt amazing in my hands." I could see an evil little grin appear on Sandy's face as she continued teasing my cockhead with her lips and tongue.

"Tell me," I begged, "tell me how his cock made you feel."

"It was so sexy. Romeo is a gorgeous young guy, and his muscles are incredible. And his cock…was just so…massive. I couldn't stop myself from touching it. I was so nervous; my hands shook when I first took hold of it. I didn't try, but I don't think I could get my fingers to touch if I had wrapped them around it. Like this," she wrapped her hands around my shaft, showing me how her fingers could touch. "And the feeling of it in my hand...it felt hard and heavy...and it was so warm like yours feels now." she sighed, "I could feel the ridges of the veins along his shaft, and his skin was silky-soft." Sandy continued to tease my cock with an incredible look of lust and mischievousness.

"Keep going."

"I was nervous and excited at the same time. My heart was racing. I had never touched a cock that large, and to do it while my girlfriends were watching me just made it more exciting. It was crazy. Janet and Terri were teasing me the entire time. They pushed me to touch him more and be more adventurous. So, I felt even more empowered. When Terry asked him if his girlfriend liked to suck his cock...god, I hate to admit this to you, but…all I could think about was having him in my mouth. I wanted to taste him so badly."

Her detailed narration, combined with how her mouth and hands were teasing my cock had my head swimming in dopamine.

"What would you have done if he had asked you to suck his cock?"

"If I had known then what I know now…I would have gladly gobbled it down."

"Oh, god, baby!"

"You would have loved that, wouldn't you? To watch your wife kneeling before another man and worshiping his cock with her mouth."

"Oh, fuck, Sandy! I can't believe how hot you're making me!"

"Would you have liked watching me suck his cock, baby? Do you want to see another man fucking your wife's mouth?"

"I'm so close."

"Look at me. Come on, baby. Imagine his cock in my mouth. Imagine I'm looking at you while you're watching me suck him off. Come for me."

"Oh, god!"

I grabbed the back of her head, forcing my cock deep into her throat. Sandy gagged and groaned, sending vibrations through my shaft, her eyes locked on mine. That was enough to set me off, and I came. Sandy continued sucking, and the feeling of her warm mouth and lips sliding up and down my shaft caused my cock to spasm. I moaned and bucked my hips, thrusting my cock deeper into her mouth, causing her to gag and sputter. My cock spasmed again, shooting another spurt into my wife's mouth. She swallowed the entire load and then slowly slid her lips off my cock, sucking hard as she went.

"Holy shit, baby!"

"Did you like that?"

"Oh, my god! You're so…fucking amazing."

"Do you feel better now? Do you think we'll have a guilty conscience, letting me have another guy's cock while you're in the room watching?"

"You're still thinking about it? Even after that?"

"I want to feel another man's cock inside me. I want to feel his cum squirting inside me."

"Fuck, Sandy. Where is this coming from?"

"I don't know. I can't explain it, but ever since you brought this up, I can't get it out of my mind. What's wrong, baby? Are you mad?"

"No, nothing like that. Just...surprised, I guess."

"Do you still want to do it, or have I scared you away?"

"No. I still want to try. I'm all for it as long as you're on board."

"So, where do we go from here? Do you have anyone in mind? Another stripper, maybe?"

"No, no one. This is all so new. I've only had the idea tonight and am still considering who to approach or how. But if we're going to do this, we need to both be in agreement on who and when."

"So, if we decide to do this, what are the rules?" Sandy asked, a little more excited than I expected.

"I think the biggest issue is trust. You know I love you, and you know that I will always love you. Nothing can come between us. I hope that's how you feel, and if you have any doubts, then we shouldn't do this. And, if either of us is unhappy with it at any time, we should stop immediately. I can't believe we are having this conversation and that you want to continue. But, for my part, if the sight of you with another man turns me on, and if we communicate honestly and openly, we're good. I think, for vaginal penetration, condoms are a requirement. Agreed?"

"Yes, agreed."

"I don't have any issue with kissing, groping, cunnilingus, or anything in those realms, do you?" I asked.

"I like how thorough you are," Sandy giggled, causing me to chuckle as well.

"But no actual intercourse without a condom. Agreed?" I reiterated.

"Agreed."

I took Sandy's face and kissed her before continuing, "You will talk to me if you have any issues or concerns. At any point. You are more important to me than any fantasy."

"Same goes for you, baby. No jealousy or anger. No secrets."

"You have my word."

"And you have mine," Sandy said, her eyes filling with tears.

"Come here, my incredible wife," I whispered, pulling her close and kissing her again. "This is going to be wild."

"I think so, too," Sandy sighed, nestling beside me in bed. "I think tomorrow we should start coming up with a plan. I'm excited."

"Me too, baby…me too."

Sandy and I slept soundly, holding each other all night. The following day, we both awoke horny, so we made love. We had breakfast and then made love some more, enjoying a leisurely Sunday. There was this energy between us the entire day. It didn't matter if we were sitting at the computer researching for our next step in this journey or making love; we couldn't get enough of each other. It was a magical day.

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