It's a great feeling to wake up in the morning with a pair of warm, wet lips wrapped around your cock.  Linda usually doesn't like sex in the morning so it was doubly pleasant.  And then I remembered - Linda was in Denver.  She had flown out there on some family business and wouldn't be back until Friday.  Her homecoming was going to be interesting I thought.  Her trip had caused our marriage to move up onto a totally different plane.  For better or worse I had no way of knowing, except it wasn't all that bad at the moment.  I opened my eyes and came fully awake and then I watched as Linda's best friend Jackie sucked my cock.

It was really extraordinary how Jackie had come to be here.  It all started because I took Linda on one of my business trips.  I wondered why I had taken her on that particular trip.  Were some things really fated to happen?  In ten years of marriage I had averaged five business trips a year and I had never asked Linda if she wanted to go on any of them.  But then neither had she ever indicated any interest in going.  Then two months ago, for reasons that I still didn't understand, I asked her if she would like to go to Chicago with me.  "That's funny," she'd said, "I was actually thinking of asking you if I could."  It was during the cab ride from O'Hare to the hotel that she had found a tattered copy of Penthouse Letters stuffed between the seat cushions.  She had flipped through the pages and then for some reason had put it in her purse.

The rest of the day was spent settling in at the hotel and getting ready for the cocktail party that night.  Linda received a great many compliments at the party - she looked absolutely stunning in a simple black knee length cocktail dress and heels - and more than once I was asked why I didn't bring her with me more often.  I didn't know it at the time, but those compliments were going to have ramifications later on.  The next day Linda went shopping and sightseeing while I attended several meetings and when I returned to the hotel Linda was waiting for me, but not in the manner I had expected.  She was on the bed wearing only garterbelt, nylons and high heels and she was slowly finger fucking herself.  Not being totally stupid I knew my cue when I saw it so I quickly stripped and joined her. 

Later, I asked what brought about such unusual behavior on her part and she reached under the pillow and brought out the copy of Penthouse Letters.

 "You are going to think me silly, but I read this from cover to cover and it turned me on immensely."  She flipped through the pages; "Do people really do this stuff?"

 I took the magazine from her and looked at some of the letter headings - “My Wife's Coworker Hard at Work With Her in My Bed”, “This Little Piggy Likes Dark Meat So He Has His Pals Over,” and the ever popular “Film At Seven Followed By Four On The Floor.” 

I handed it back to her, "I'm afraid I have no idea.  I have no experience or expertise in that area."

 "Could you do something like that?" she asked me. 

"Like what?" 

"You know, watch me have sex with another man?  Or send me out to get laid and come home and tell you about it?"

 I looked at her, "I don't know.  I've never thought about it, but then, why should I have?"  She started to say something, but I cut her off with, "It's getting late and we still have to get ready for tonight's cocktail party.

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Back home we reclaimed our car from long-term parking and on the drive home Linda said:

 "I need to talk to you and I don't want you to interrupt me until I finish.  Promise?"

 I gave her a questioning glance before nodding okay.  Linda took a deep breath and started:

 "You know that you are the only man who has ever been in my life.  I was virgin when we met and totally inexperienced in everything.  Even in high school the farthest I ever went was French kissing.  We met on my second day at college and have been joined at the hip ever since.  The fact that there were things I missed, experiences I never had - and I'm speaking from a purely sexual standpoint here - never really occurred to me until this trip. 

“It started at the first cocktail party and I didn't tell you because I didn't know how it would affect your business dealings, but seven different guys propositioned me that night.  That, in itself, would not have meant anything, but then I got home early from shopping that first day and I killed time until you got home by reading that magazine.  I was so hot by the time you got there that I would have fucked the bellboy if it had been him coming in the door.  I was lying there and fantasizing that it was one of the men who propositioned me and not my fingers when you came in.  That night at the cocktail arty I wasn't really paying attention to what was going on because my mind was still full of those stories from the magazine, especially the ones where the husband lets his wife go out and play or likes to watch.  I got hit on at that party too, but that time I agreed to meet him for lunch the next day.  Oh, I knew what he had in mind and that lunch was only going to be the first step, but I agreed to meet him anyway. 

It was a nice leisurely lunch and we killed off two bottles of wine before he asked me to join him in his room for a drink.  As soon as the elevator doors closed behind us he had me in his arms and we were kissing.  His hands were all over my body and I was stroking his hardon through his pants.  He unzipped and took out his cock and I wrapped my fingers around it and started to stroke him.  I bent over and kissed the head of his cock and took it in my mouth, but then at the last minute I pulled away from him, hit the button for our floor and when the elevator stopped and the door opened I ran for our room." 

She looked at me and her eyes were pleading with me to understand.

 "I wanted to do it baby.  I really wanted to go up to his room and let him fuck me, but I couldn't do it.  I couldn't do it without your permission - without your blessing.  I belong to you baby, heart and soul, and I can't give myself away without your approval.  I wanted to give myself to him; I wanted it in the worst way, but not behind your back baby.  I just couldn't do that - to me or to you."

How are you supposed to react to a confession like that?  Some day some one might come out with a little red handbook, “Rules and Proper Conduct For Husbands Covering All Possible Situations,” but it's not out yet so I didn't have a clue about

what to do or say.  "That's fine dear and thank you for sharing that with me" just wouldn't cut it.  How are you supposed to respond when your wife says, "Oh, by the way, I was jacking some guy off in an elevator"?  I know that what she was really saying was that she wanted me to say that it was all right with me if she wanted to get some strange cock and that she wouldn't unless I said okay.  But that still leaves me with the dilemma of what to do or what to say.

 First off, I was not all that keen on her fucking someone else.  The next thought I had was that the seed is planted - she wants to and if I never say okay will she someday do it anyway?  My answer to that was "Damn right she would!"  If she were willing to jack off a guy she just met, in an elevator, how would she respond to someone who set out to seduce her?  Will power was one thing on a quick encounter, but would she have the same will power if someone worked on her for weeks, or even months?  I sensed that what ever I might say at that moment would be wrong so I kept my mouth shut, but Linda was sitting there waiting for me to say something so I took the cowards way out, "We'll talk about this later" which, as it turned out had two distinct and separate meanings - to me it meant 'If I ignore it, it will go away', but to Linda it meant that she would be able to work on me and talk me into it.

There was one thing we didn't talk about - the hardon that threatened to burst through my pants at the image of Linda jacking off a guy and kissing his cock while riding in an elevator.  It would not go away.

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I had forgotten how persistent Linda could be.  For the next two weeks she worked on me to come around to her way of thinking. She kept saying that she only wanted to try it once, just to satisfy her curiosity.  It would mean nothing to her and wouldn't affect our marriage or our love for each other, yadda, yadda.  If I went to the bathroom to sit on the throne there would be a copy of Penthouse Letters opened to the section on wife watching.  I'd go into the study after dinner and find a copy of Variations opened to something like “He Watched From The Closet As She Went Wild.”  And then finally I just snapped.

 "All right!  Just what the fuck is it that you want?"

 She said, "I just want to know what it's like with another man." 

"And if I say yes just how do you plan on doing it?" 

She said, "I don't honestly know.  It can't be anyone from around here, or any one we know.  I guess the best thing would be for me to go on another trip with you and see what happens." 

And that is where we left it.  I told her she could do it and then put it out of my mind.

It appeared that Linda put it out of her mind too.  Once I said yes she suddenly stopped talking about it, the books disappeared and life went back to normal.  It was as if she just wanted to see if I loved and trusted her enough to let her do it.  I gradually forgot about it and several months went by with it never being mentioned.

  One day her sister called and asked her to come to Denver.  Her mother wasn't well and the family was considering 'assisted living' and they wanted Linda there.  I dropped her at the airport and she gave me a big hug and kiss.

 "Don't forget I love you baby, with all my heart" and then she went down the boarding ramp. 

She had been gone five days and had called me every night with an update on what was going on and to remind me that she loved me and missed me.  On the sixth night, however, she started the call with:

"Guess what baby!  I did it!  I finally did it."

 "Did what" I asked, wondering what this was all about. 

"I did it.  I got laid last night.  Thank you baby, thank you for letting me do this.  I'll tell you all about it when I get home Friday.  I love you baby and I got you a super present to say thank you.  Got to go, he's waiting.  Oh God I love you" and she hung up, leaving me standing there with a phone in my hand and feeling like a mountain just fell on me.

I didn't sleep for shit that night and when I did manage to fall asleep I had dreams of Linda jacking off guys in elevators.  I was in a foul mood all day and when I went home that night I was no better.  I remember thinking that it was a good thing that we didn't have a dog or a cat because they would really have caught hell. At about seven o'clock, as I was finishing my second stiff drink of the evening the doorbell rang.  I opened the door to find Linda's best friend Jackie.  She walked in and as I pushed the door closed behind us I said:

  "Linda's not back yet.  Won't be back until Friday."

 "I know.  She called me." 

Jackie saw the confused look on my face and she laughed, "She's my best friend Slick.  We have no secrets from each other - none.  I know what she's doing and I know that you love and trust her enough to let her do it.  We both think you are something special and last night she told you that she had arranged for you to get a special present.  Are you going to unwrap me Slick, or am I going to have to do it myself?"

 I'm usually not so dense, but it did take a few moments before I caught on.  I got a big smile on my face and Jackie saw it and said, "Hey Slick, there may be some hope for you yet.  Race you to the bedroom."