A Taste of What's to Cum

My wife and I have an open relationship. I travel a lot for work, and we do it in order to maintain trust in the other aspects of our relationship.

I'm in my late forties, and being on the road, I don't always have a choice in my partners, but I try to be careful and not to choose just anyone, and when I can, I have regular partners. There's a couple I know in Dallas, where the husband likes to see his wife with other men. I also have a married girlfriend in Sante Fe and a twenty-two year-old unattached waitress in San Diego.

My wife is younger than I am, she's thirty-six, and still in her prime as far as looks go. She has shoulder length blonde hair and c-cups with these brown freckles on her chest that drive me crazy (I have a thing for freckles). She works out and has a tight stomach and hips.

Though it's not a spoken rule, my wife usually only plays with this couple we swing with regularly, or other women. She's a bisexual and often times finds she would rather be with other women anyway, as a lot of men don't know what they're doing.

Whenever there's an exception to the rule, she asks permission first. She doesn't need to, but she always does-- like the time I was in a meeting and I got a text message asking if she could fuck the college kid who does our lawn.

Sometimes, if I'm lucky, I'll come home and have a home movie to watch of my wife with some beautiful woman (my wife has great taste), or else the hard-bodied, but incredibly nervous Adonais who mows our lawn. We have three cameras, and she'll set them up during the scene, and then edit them together later.

An hour ago, I got a text message from my wife after I landed—I was coming in from Salt Lake, where sadly, I didn't get laid all week—it said "Surprise waiting at home. Something new. Be excited."

I couldn't imagine what it might be other than a video, which wouldn't have warranted a text. Another rule is, she clears it with me before inviting people into our bed on nights I'm getting back from a trip, so I knew it wasn't that.