He woke first the following morning and left for work earlier than normal so that he wouldn’t have to face her. She was left at home to contemplate everything that had happened the previous night.

They had talked, and she’d thought that it was useful. He’d surprised her when he said that he wanted to have sex, and whilst it wasn’t the best sex that they’d ever had, it had been a start. But the big surprise was his announcement that he’d agree to her fantasies. Her problem was, which one did he mean.

She waited anxiously for him to return, but when it got to six o’clock she began to get concerned, he was late and he hadn’t called. She tried his mobile but it was switched off which only increased her anxiety. He eventually arrived home at seven and when he walked in she could see that he was upset. She suspected that he’d been crying although he said that he was okay when she asked him how he was.

They ate dinner and it was a very subdued atmosphere, neither of them felt comfortable in each other’s company. She joined him in the lounge after she’d cleared up and sat beside him on the sofa.

“Richard, we need to talk about last night.” She said.

He sighed, she knew that he didn’t want to, but she had to clear it up.

“What did you mean when you said that I could have my fantasies?”

He looked at her.

“Are you going to make me say it?” He looked sad and broken.

She put her hand on his.

“It’s okay Richard, we can just keep thing as they are.”

He shook his head.

“I’m afraid that we can’t honey. If last night proved anything, it proved that I’m not enough for you. And you need to find out what, or who is.”

His words cut through her, she realised that he must be hurting so much inside, and she was responsible for that hurt.

“No, I don’t. I have you. I love you.” She hugged him.

He held her in his arms.

“I love you too honey. But you have to find out for yourself, you have to explore those fantasies of yours.”

She hated herself, he was being so reasonable, and she felt like she was being so horrible to him and she didn’t deserve him.

“But I wanted us to explore them together Richard.” She said.

He shook his head.

“These are your fantasies Natalie, not mine.” He replied.

She laid her head on his shoulder and held him close. She thought that she couldn’t feel any worse about herself, until now. She lifted her head and looked at him. She kissed him. He kissed her back, it wasn’t a courtesy kiss, he meant it, he had feelings for her.

“Do you want to come to bed?” She asked.

He smiled at her.

“Yes, I am tired honey.”

It wasn’t the answer that she wanted, she pressed him, and asked him if he wanted to make love again. He sighed.

“I think we should put that on hold until you have explored your fantasies, honey.”

The following morning she was alone as always and she was sat at her computer. She was lost in her thoughts.

’He’s serious about this. He thinks that we won’t get back to normal until I’ve done what he said I had to do, to explore my fantasies.’ She thought.

She realised that yes, she’d had these fantasies, but in reality, she had no idea how to go about fulfilling them, or which one to start with. After some thought, she decided that the first one to try was to have sex with a guy with Richard watching. She reasoned that she would feel safer knowing that he was around, rather than going out to meet some stranger on her own.

She knew that he’d protest, but she’d decided that she’d impress on him that he said she had to go out and try them, and this was what she wanted. Her next problem was, ’how the hell do I find someone who would fuck me in front of my husband?’

She went on-line, and after several failed searches she found a couple of sites where local people sought out other locals for casual, no-strings sex. She had to register to access the many profiles and to send and receive messages. Registration involved uploading a photo, and she felt nervous as she took a photo of herself and uploaded it to her newly created profile. She created her profile and under ‘What are you seeking?’ She wrote.

’Married 40-year-old woman seeks male to have sex whilst husband watches.’

Her finger hovered over the ‘post’ icon for a few seconds then she pressed it and her message was uploaded. She closed down the web-page and sat back. She had very low expectations of getting any responses.

’At least I tried.’ She thought, as she looked out of the window and thought about going out for a drive.

She spent the morning in town and wandered around the shops, she stopped for coffee and was sat outside with her cappuccino as she watched people walk by as they went about their daily business. She realised that she had been checking out the guys as they walked past her for a while. She watched a good looking guy approach her. He looked to be about her age, he was tall and he looked quite fit. As he got closer her eyes fell onto his crotch and she noticed that he had quite the bulge, his eyes fell onto her and she blushed as she realised that he must have seen her look at him. As he passed he turned his head and smiled at her. She looked away, she felt so embarrassed as she realised that she had done exactly what she complained about.

She got home about three and when she walked into the lounge she looked at her laptop which was laid on the sofa where she’d left it. She opened it and logged onto the dating site and was surprised to find that she had three messages.

Her heart rate increased as she opened up the list of messages and clicked on the first one. As she read it she could feel her pussy moisten. The guy was forty-three, single, he described himself as well-endowed at eight inches, and reasonably good looking. He said that he had experience of having sex in front of others. She opened his photo and she smiled, he was right, he was good looking.

The second message was from a married thirty-three-year-old which she politely declined, she had no intention of interfering in another woman’s marriage. The third message was from an older guy. He was forty-nine, and a professional person, his photo was okay, he was not bad looking, he said that he was about seven inches in length and was also looking to fulfil his fantasy of fucking a wife in front of her husband.

She replied positively to the two of them and said that they could start a dialogue. She noticed that the first guy had two comments on his profile, she read them and they were very positive remarks from two people that he had met. According to them, he was genuine, and he was very good.

When her husband got home from work she decided not to tell him about it just yet. He was a little subdued but they were civil to each other, they chatted whilst they ate dinner, and watched TV together before going to bed.

Over the next few days, she checked her messages regularly and had been shocked that she kept getting replies. By the end of the week, she had received twelve offers, and most of them were quite local to them.

On Friday afternoon she reviewed what she had received, and she felt that there was one obvious choice for her. His name was Bill, he was older, at fifty, and he was a widower. His photo showed him to be good looking, with silvery-grey hair and a good body, especially for his age. He was fit, he exercised regularly and his cock was eight inches long. He had several good comments posted in support of him from people that he’d met, and especially from one couple who had been very satisfied with him.

By the time Richard was due to get home she was sure that she had made her mind up, Bill was the man. Her next issue was to tell Richard.

They ate dinner, as usual, their routine was as regular as clockwork and was part of the problem for her. This time she decided to wash the dishes by hand and asked him if he’d help her by drying them. When he asked why she told him that she wanted to talk to him about something.

They stood at the sink and as she handed him the dishes they chatted about work, life and the kids. Eventually, she plucked up the courage.

“Richard. Were you serious when you said that I had to explore my fantasies?”

He nodded and looked at her, she stared at the dishes in the sink.

“Yes. I was.”

She took a breath.

“Okay. Well. I’ve found someone who will come and fuck me in front of you.” She said quickly.

He stared at her.

“No. I don’t want anything to do with it.” He replied.

She turned and looked at him.

“You said that I had to do it. And that is my number one fantasy. You’ve known that all along Richard.”

He stared at her. She was right. But when he suggested it he hadn’t thought about that. They stared at each other as if it was a contest, neither of them backed down. Then he lowered his eyes and sighed, defeated.

“Okay.”

He looked away.

“How did you find him?” He asked.

She explained about the website. He was shocked that she had been so proactive. She offered to show him the photo of Bill. He shook his head.

“I don’t care what he looks like, I’m not the one who’s going to fuck him.” He spat the words out at her.

She glanced at him and stopped herself, he could have that one, she probably deserved it.

They finished the dishes and put them away and he announced that he was going out for a drink with some of his mates from work. She wondered why he hadn’t said that before dinner and she guessed that he had only decided since she told him about Bill.

When he had left she went back on-line and sent a reply to Bill and confirmed that she was interested in talking further with him. She got a message back after a couple of minutes and they arranged to meet up on messenger chat later that night.

She had a good chat with Bill. He seemed a nice, genuine guy and was very interested in why she wanted to do it. He asked her about Richard, she was honest and told him that he wasn’t that interested, but he had agreed as they both wanted to get past this and move on with their lives. He told her that he would have to give her some time to think about it before he would agree, the last thing he wanted was an irate husband getting pissed when he was balls-deep in his wife. She liked his honesty and humour.

When Richard returned from the pub she was in bed reading. She asked about his night, and he said he’d had a good night. She told him about Bill and that he’d given her time to make sure it was what she wanted. She asked him if he was sure about it.

“Yes. You have to find out Natalie. But I’ll be honest, watching you is the last place I want to be, but I’ll do it.”

She smiled at him, but inside she felt like shit, she hated herself for putting him through it. She told him that he would come here, but he stopped her.

“Not here honey. I don’t want strangers coming to my home. We will book a hotel room.”

She nodded. She wasn’t going to argue with him over the location.