[Tifosi]

Originally Posted by Stillwater

The idea of sharing my wife came to my thoughts more and more. It was a nice fantasy, but I couldn't see it ever happening. I brought it up to her one day while we were talking in bed. I think the response was something suggesting I was suffering from mental illness and to get help.

Over the next few months I asked her things like who she thought was attractive and if anyone we knew was somebody she could see herself being with. Again my sanity was questioned and I was invited to shut the f' up about it. Refusing to be deterred, I kept the topic alive regardless of the negative tone. Finally she responded by saying that if she did agree with to do it, I would lose my nerve and never let it happen.

That was a breakthrough. Though I was still thought sick, she began to talk. My wife couldn't seem to get her head around how a situation could happen. How would anyone go about setting it up. I was somewhat in the dark about it as well. We agreed it was the sort of thing that didn't lend itself to a direct question. Asking someone to go to bed and then being turned down could have consequences. She was at least talking about it and laughing it off, the quick dismissal was gone.

We were in the supermarket and out of the blue she said, probably him. I asked probably him what? I didn't know him and didn't have a clue what she meant. The hands went on the hips and things were quickly explained. Probably him meant that she would consider sleeping with him. He was attractive and seemed nice.

My heart took off, this was it as far as I was concerned. She was searching.

One Friday the phone rang and fate did it's thing. A friend of ours had come to town for a sports tournament, they had been bumped from their reservation and could we help. He and his wife had moved away a few years before and we hadn't really kept in touch. But he was a good guy and we welcomed them in.

Saturday night, they had been knocked out of the competition, we had a BBQ and the boys stumbled off to the camper in the backyard. The three of us just caught up. They had split, she left the city and he was raising his son. We had a couple of drinks and then a quiet came and we decided the day was done.

He was retired to the guest room and I was in bed. My wife finished up her bath and came into the bedroom. She had her hair done up pretty nice for bed and I could tell there was still makeup. She opened the nightstand and got something. She sat at the side of the bed.

I'm going to go see if he needs anything, like water or extra blankets. Before I could answer, she stood, slipped her thumbs to her hips and slid down her panties. This time my heart didn't take off, it sort of went limp and trembled like all the other muscles in my body. She walked to the door and out. The robe she wore was more a jacket than a robe. It wasn't going to hide much.

I heard the faucet run in the kitchen, then her footsteps back to the door across the hall. I turned off our light and got up. She knocked on the quest room door and went in. She put the water down and asked if everything was alright. Then she walked to the window and reversed the blinds. The bottom of her bum cheeks were visible when her hand reached for the rod. I couldn't see his face from my position, but he said thanks and that he thought he had everything he needed. Her hand went to the little pocket in her robe. Do you think you want to use these.

She had taken condoms from the nightstand.

Very interesting! She is a good sport!