The Opposite of Jealousy

My wife has discovered the joy she takes in being pleasured by two men at the same time. I have discovered the opposite of jealousy: the excitement I take in watching, listening--and then--participating in her beyond vanilla MFM adventures. The breaking apart of our monogamous bond--a momentary fission--seems to release an energy that fuses us back together more deeply in romantic passion. Our favorite fucking (and our most intense orgasms) come now in the anticipation and afterglow of such play.

We also love fucking in hotels like we are having an affair. So we have invented an erotic game that drives us crazy when we travel or when we desire a x-rated escapade in our own city. My wife, dressed elegantly, but to seduce, finds herself a table in the hotel bar. Over a drink or two, she surveys the men, flirts with some, and then makes her choices. She hands two or three of them a note, with her room number at the bottom: "Come join me tonight at 9 pm." Almost always, the men show up, and so do I, pretending I am just one of her choices.

The men at first are surprised they are not alone. Then she explains the rules. She will fuck each man who stays to play, and she will invite her favorite among them to remain sexing it up with her past midnight. Her grading rubric: size, stamina, talent.

She strips herself down, and beckons us to do the same, giving each cock, upon liberation from clothes, the caress of a little handshake. She and I steal glances at each other: the more wanton the look in her eyes, the more I return love and encouragement.

She lines us up, gives beautiful oral to each, reverencing our cocks, and then it’s a free for all with her in the middle of the bed. Never does she let on that I am her husband, although the heat between us could set off the smoke alarm. Finally, she chooses the lucky man. Sometimes she does not let me win. No matter, as we have the transcendent bond of a higher fidelity.