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Somewhere between graduating college and their first child, Mark’s wife became a completely different person.  Gone was the wild, wanton woman he fell in love with.  Instead he now had an up tight prim and proper wife and he was tired of her.

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What were we doing?  It all started when my husband told me he was fed up with his little miss innocent wife.  He told me he wanted his wife to be not so innocent when it came to matters of sex.  I just stared at him dumbfounded.

“What do mean honey?” I was frightened by what he had said.

“Listen, that little miss innocent act is good for church, but at the bar, it’s not any fun.  You understand?”

“No.  I thought that’s what you liked dear?”

“I did, but not anymore. Listen, things change, I have changed, but you haven’t.  I’m tired of it!  When a guy flirts with you at the bar, flirt back.”

“What?”

“You heard me.  You haven’t forgotten how, have you?  You were pretty good at it back in college.”

“Huh?” I was bewildered.

“You flirted with the guys back then pretty good.  You even got a few of them into your bed if I recall.” 

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He would be home any minute from a hard day of work.  I have been preparing all day for the moment he walked through the door.  First, there was the feast waiting on the table for his pleasure.  Then there would be dessert after his being refreshed in his master bath.  Today was his birthday, he would be just forty-two years old.  We have been together for the past ten years as husband and wife.  I loved my Jeff and he was my Jeff make no mistake about that.  Upstairs I powered my nose and prepared myself for the man I adored to come home.

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I slowly drove down our street waiting for the kids to get out of the way, as they played softball.  Smiling, I waved at them as they waved back shouting for me to hurry out of their way.  I gunned the car a little and turned into our driveway.  I didn't pull the car all the way back as tonight, I thought we might go out to dinner, because today is my birthday. 

"Honey, I'm home," I called, as I stepped in the back door.

"Just a minute," I heard a voice say from somewhere back in the house.

As I climbed the three steps into the kitchen from the back entryway, I spotted who I thought was my sister-in-law standing by the table.  Julie, if it was she, is my wife's sister and stood waiting for me in the most outrageous costume I had ever seen.  How my darling Shannon had gotten her to dress this way was beyond me.  She had this little skimpy French maids outfit on, fishnet stocking with a seam up the back, garter belt, six-inch stiletto CFM heels and a little white doily hat. 

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“What do you mean ‘No’?”

“Just what I said ‘No!’  I won’t do it!  I won’t.  Why, in heavens name, would you want to watch me making love to another man or woman for that matter?  I suppose you would like to see that too?”

“Well, now that you mention it…”

“No fucking way!  Not with another woman.  I’m not gay!”

“Judy, you don’t have to be gay to have sex, not make love, to another woman.  And I didn’t ask you to make love, I asked you to have sex – there is a difference – with another man.”

“Why?  Who?”

“Why?  I really don’t know.  I just know that when I think about you with another man it excites me very, very much.  You having an orgasm with another man’s cock inside you while I watch…it just makes me shudder with excitement baby.”

“And who?”

“Mmmm…well nobody in particular.”  I said.

“What, you just want to have me go out and bring home a stranger?”  Judy asked.

“Well, if you don’t mind, a stranger would be great.  But, you don’t have to bring them home that could be difficult, how about if we get a hotel room for the night?”

“You’re kidding me?”  I looked down at the floor. I couldn’t look her in the eyes. I didn’t want her to see my excitement.  

“You’re not kidding, are you?”

“No, I’m not!”  I was now looking her in the eye to show my resolve.  It was suddenly very quiet.  The tension in the air was almost palpable, like the static charge during a lightening storm.  Judy’s eyes were open wide and her gaze was penetrating as she considered her response.  Then like a switch the light in her eyes changed from the glaring white light of a searchlight to the soft sensual glow of a candle.

“Ah, I’m not saying that I will do it but, I will think about it.  I do love you very much and want you to be happy.  And I thought we were happy but I guess there is something missing.  It isn’t like it used to be, I mean, the sex is good but it’s just not as fulfilling as it used to be.  And, I guess I’ve been feeling, well, neglected.  But, I don’t know if I could, I mean, it would be embarrassing, after twenty some odd years, of just being naked and alone with you, to suddenly have another naked man in bed with me.”  Whew, that was a mouthful.