Marriage Experiment Gone Wrong

by McKenna, J. W.

  Marriage experiment

  gone wrong

  By J.W. McKenna

  Other books by J.W. McKenna:

  Out of Control 1 & 2 (anthologies)

  Office Slave, Office Slave II: El Exposed

  Stripped & Abused

  Controlled!

  Sold Into Slavery

  Boarding School Slave

  Tied & Branded

  The Politician’s Wife

  My Husband’s Daddy

  My Wife’s Master

  Torn Between Two Masters

  Darkest Hour

  Corruption of an Innocent Girl

  The Sex Slave Protocols

  Secretary’s Punishment

  The Abduction of Isobelle

  Starlet’s Fall

  Joanna’s Surrender

  Slave to the Firm

  She Couldn’t Say No

  Lara’s Submission

  Remedial Sybian Training

  Trailer Park Tramp

  Her Personal Assistant

  Kyla’s Basic Training

  The Cheater

  Training Bra

  Two Girls in Trouble

  Punish the Slaves

  Landlord Ladies

  Trained in Two Weeks

  Nude in New Zombieville

  Eighteeen & Desperate

  The Tutor’s Dilemma

  Be Careful What You Wish For: A Cuckold’s Story

  The Advantages of Marrying a Cuckold

  Copyright, 2013, J.W. McKenna Publishing. All rights reserved. May not be reprinted without written permission from the author.

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  It was just supposed to be the one time. We were experimenting, that’s all. Diane and I had been married twenty-one years, our kids were both out of the house and we wanted to spice up our marriage a little.

  I’m Bob Stewart, my wife is Diane. I’m forty-five, she’s a year younger. I would consider myself to be average – average in height, brown hair, brown eyes – but Diane is gorgeous. She’s about five-four, blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes and a kind heart. She’s a doll and I’m madly in love with her. Sure, she’s put on some weight since we’ve been married, but she’s given me two wonderful kids and I couldn’t be happier. Well, except for this nagging fetish I’ve had for years.

  I had always had a fantasy about a man who was more endowed than I am, making love to my wife. I can’t explain why it excited me – it just did. I never shared that with Diane, of course – not until after the kids were gone and we were all alone. Then, for some reason, it resurfaced, stronger than ever.

  I can remember the shocked looked on her face when I suggested it. I had been drinking – we both had – and it just kind of slipped out. We had been talking about “what were we going to do now” and all that. Diane had suggested we drive around the country in a motor home and I wanted to go to Europe, but with two kids in college we were fooling ourselves. We couldn’t afford to do any of those things for a few more years, at least.

  “We should do something different,” she said. “We’ve been stuck in a rut for too long.”

  “Like what,” I responded, “become swingers?”

  She had stared at me before bursting out laughing. “I think we’re about ten years too late for that stuff! No one wants a pudgy middle-aged woman!”

  “You look beautiful to me,” I said and took another drink of my scotch. I should’ve been more circumspect. But I had had those fantasies for years and suddenly, in my semi-drunken state, this seemed like the ideal time to share them. “You aren’t ‘pudgy’ at all. I think any man would lust after you. Hell, I’d love to see you with another man.”

  Had I just said that out loud? I asked myself. Judging from Diane’s expression, I had.

  “What? You’d want me to cheat on you?”

  Shit! But my drunken tongue wouldn’t let me stop. “It’s not cheating if I’m there.”

  “Wait – you’d want to watch me cheat on you?” She was incredulous.

  “Forget it. It’s just me being a little drunk.”

  “No, you don’t get out of this so easily. Where does this come from?”

  “I don’t know. It’s just a fantasy I’ve had since I was younger. Forget it.”

  “You’ve had a fantasy of sharing your wife?”

  “Or girlfriend, like back when I was in college.”

  “Did you ever…?”

  I shrugged. “Once. I had this girl, I forget her name,” I said, but I remembered her name very well: Liz. She was a crazy, sexy lady and I had this urge to let my buddy share in her bounty. “I caught her eyeing my roommate and joked that she should try him out. One thing led to another and…” I shrugged.

  “She did it? With your roommate? How did that go down?”

  “It was fine. We were all very open and liberal back then, not like now.”

  “So … this girl… did you watch them?”

  “No, my roommate was too shy, so they went into his room. But I could hear them.”

  “Why weren’t you jealous? I would be jealous!”

  “I don’t know – I just wasn’t. I found it to be a turn-on. After she was done, she came over to my room and we made love too.”

  “My god, Bob, that’s … that’s weird.”

  I shrugged. “It was a long time ago.”

  “But you just said you’d like to see me…” She shuddered. “I’d be too embarrassed! I’ve gotten fat over the years.”

  “Will you stop with the ‘fat’ stuff? You’ve gained maybe fifteen pounds since we got married. That’s hardly fat.”

  “I feel fat. I would be too embarrassed to … show myself to anyone but you.”

  “Well, then, forget it. I was just kidding. It was a joke.”

  We dropped it, or so I thought. Diane was thinking about it, I could tell. And I was pretty sure I knew why. I’m not the best lover. I’m a little “quick on the trigger.” Many times, I would come and leave her frustrated. I’d just want to roll over and go to sleep and she’d be lying there, waiting for the sparks to fly. Sometimes, I’d try to bring her off with my fingers or my tongue before I climbed on, but over the years, I admit I’ve gotten selfish. Making love to one woman for so long makes a man complacent. So part of my thinking was that Diane deserved a better lover than me, at least once.

  It wasn’t but two weeks later that Diane said to me out of the blue: “You know you were only my second lover,” she began.

  “Yeah, I know.” She had lived a sheltered life.

  “I’ve always wondered if I should’ve gotten married so young…”

  It hit me then – she was still thinking about my secret turn-on! “Because you didn’t get to experience too many lovers?”

  She smiled shyly. “Well, yeah. I mean, I loved you and I still do! But… you know…”

  I wanted her to stop beating around the bush. “No, I don’t know. What are you trying to say?”

  “You brought it up! You said you’d like to see me with another man. I was just wondering… maybe…”

  “You’d like to try it?” I felt my cock grow hard just thinking about it.

  “NO! I mean… I don’t know…” She gave me a look I couldn’t read. “Maybe…”

  “What led to your change of heart?”

  “Oh, I don’t know… I guess I’m feeling like an old shoe. Now that the kids are gone, I’ve lost my reason for being or something. Maybe I’m having a mid-life crisis.”

  “I can understand that. Maybe it would be good for both of us. Shake us up or something.”

  “Yeah … but I’m so embarrassed about my body! I just feel so dumpy!”

  “Putting that aside for the moment – pretend you look like you d
id ten years ago or so. Would you really consider trying out another guy or is this just talk?”

  She stared at me for a long time before answering. “I don’t know. I mean, I would never in a million years, but you … you said it would excite you. I never imagined that, you know. It does make me think…” She shook her head. “But it’s a moot point – no man would ever want me like this!”

  I was tired of telling her she looked beautiful. I knew she wanted reassurance but she just wasn’t capable of listening to any compliments about her body. I tried another approach. “I think you look great, but I’ll tell you what, Diane – sounds like you need an incentive. If you lose ten pounds, I’ll find a nice guy for you to make love to. Okay?”

  She stared at me. “With a big cock?”

  Now it was my turn to be shocked. I’ve never thought I was small – I’d guess my cock measures about five inches or so. I’d always thought it was enough for her. Now I was beginning to understand the problem we’d been having in bed. It wasn’t just that I was selfish not to allow her to come first – she needed more to stimulate her. I wasn’t offended, not really. I was actually feeling magnanimous. I had had her for twenty years and she’d never complained about the size of my cock. She had just made do. Now it was my turn to give her what she had secretly been missing all these years.

  “Yes, with a big cock.” I paused. “It’ll probably have to be a black man. You okay with that?”

  She nodded, her eyes bright. “Sure.”

  And so the grand experiment began. I’m not sure either one of us really expected to go through with it. I wasn’t sure I could find a man for her, nor was I sure Diane could lose the weight. But we did take the first step. We had a naked weigh-in the next morning and I was surprised to find she had gained twenty-four pounds since our wedding twenty-one years ago, when she had weighed just one-thirty. I told her she looked great and hugged her. I thought she might cry.

  “I mean that. You look so good right now, I’d like to take you back to bed!” We hadn’t made love for over a week and I felt my cock stirring.

  “No! I’ve got to get to the gym! I can’t let another man see me like this!” Her tone was teasing, like she was kidding.

  We both had had gym memberships for years and hardly used them. I was seeing the determined side of Diane now and it impressed me. I knew what she was capable of when she set her mind to it. Right then and there, she told me she would lose fifteen pounds before spring.

  Still, it’s one thing to make a resolution and another thing to keep it. When she started going to the gym regularly, it dawned on me that she really wanted to do this. It made me feel uneasy even as it excited me to think about sharing her. Did I really want to go through with it? Thinking about how hard my cock got whenever the subject came up made me realize I did.

  It took her a couple of months to lose the weight, but she never faltered. She ate more sensibly too. When she stepped on the scale in late March and it showed she weighed just one-thirty-six, I knew I’d better figure out how to find her a man!

  “I’m not done, either,” she crowed. “I’m going to lose another five pounds.”

  “My god, you look great, honey. You’ve got muscles now!” It was true. She looked ten years younger. I felt some jealousy surface, the same way it had surfaced when I watched Liz and my roommate Jake head into his bedroom. I had also found it to be the most erotic thing I had ever done.

  The challenge had moved to me and I was woefully unprepared. How does a middle-aged man find a nice stud for his wife? Duh – the Internet! I began perusing chat rooms and cuckold sites to find someone. I figured I’d cast a wide net and cull through the choices to find a guy who well endowed, maybe was a few years younger than us and happy with a one-time deal.

  When I put up my inquiry, I was very nervous. I thought of all the horror stories about couples who had been slain in their sleep by someone they met online. Actually, I couldn’t remember that actually happening but it sounded possible.

  I wouldn’t say the offers poured in. I had a trickle of interest, with most asking what Diane looked liked. Not that I used her name, of course. I didn’t have any new pictures of my wife so I asked her to pose in a skimpy outfit to show off her new body. When she found out why, she recoiled.

  “You want to put my picture up on the Internet? Are you nuts? What if our kids see it?”

  “I have to show what you look like if I’m going to get any responses,” I told her. “You won’t be naked – you can wear something slinky, like that green dress I like.”

  That mollified her. She put on the green dress, which she admitted hadn’t fit her in years, and was thrilled to see she could fit into it again. She looked amazing. I stood her up against the wall and snapped a few shots. When I showed them to her, she objected to having her face out there for everyone to see, so I took a shot with her hands over her face and she told me that’s the one I should use.

  I didn’t like it because I think she’s very pretty, but I understood her concern about our children. So I put out another ad using that photo and I got quite a few responses! I asked for photos and to give me cock length – I know! It embarrassed me too! – and the men came from everywhere for the chance to be with my wife.

  I rejected all the out-of-area responses and all the ugly ones or the ones who seemed weird or creepy. That left me with three men, one white and two black. Remembering that black men often had larger cocks, I checked them out first. I kept coming back to this guy named Marcus, who seemed to be about ten years younger than we were. He was handsome and in good shape and I guessed he was about ten years younger than us. He had a very nice cock from the picture he sent, not overwhelmingly big, but bigger than mine. The other two men just showed them in tight shorts, with a bulge on display. I showed Diane the finalists and she picked out Marcus right away as well.

  “Okay, let’s meet him.”

  “Oh, boy, I’m not sure I’m ready yet!”

  “Come on, you look wonderful! Any man would want you. Hell, I want you!” I have to admit, our love-making had increased over the last couple of months, although I was acutely aware that I continued to disappoint her.

  “Maybe we could just meet him for drinks,” she suggested.

  “Of course! I don’t want him to know where we live until we check him out first.”

  And it was set. We scheduled our meeting at a hotel downtown, in the bar, on a Friday night. Diane was so nervous I thought she might cancel on me.

  “I should’ve lost some more weight,” she said. “My god, what if he thinks I’m too old?” She looked at herself in the mirror wearing her slinky black dress that she had bought just for the occasion. She looked like a million bucks.

  “He’s seen the picture and he said he was very interested. Look at you! How could anyone resist?”

  “I’m not sure this is a good idea. I mean, god, what are we doing? We shouldn’t be doing this!”

  “Come on, it’s too late now! We’ve got to show up.”

  I had to drag her to the car or she probably would’ve backed out. When we parked and walked into the bar, she held my hand very tightly and whispered, “If I don’t like him, I’ll give you a signal.” I nodded.

  And there he was. He had on black pants and a tight gray turtleneck under a blazer. His muscles bulged under his jacket and I could tell Diane was attracted to him right away.

  “Hi, I’m Marcus,” he said unnecessarily and took Diane’s hand. “You look wonderful, Claire.” That was the name I had used online. He kissed her hand and I thought my wife might swoon.

  “Hi, I’m Bill,” I said, using my fake name. I was just being careful. He gave a nod in my direction and returned his full attention to Diane.

  We sat and talked. Or I should say, they talked. I might as well have been the bartender for all the attention he paid me. But I was okay with it because I was excited to see Diane with this man. It would be my fantasy come true! And now I was beginning to realize, hers too.
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  Marcus said all the right things as far as I was concerned. He was a professional man who had done this a time or two before, but was not a big player or anything. Diane was too shy to ask him about the picture he had sent that showed his cock, so during a lull in the conversation, I said, “Claire was most impressed with your, um, attributes.”

  Diane turned beet red and gave me a glare. He laughed and took her hand and placed it on his lap. Her eyes got very round, I noted, before she pulled it away.

  They seemed to be hitting it off, so I was surprised to hear Diane say, “Well, it’s been nice meeting you, but I have to talk to my husband about all this. I’m sure you understand.”

  Marcus smiled and nodded. “He has my phone number,” he said and stood up. Even I could see the bulge in his pants now. Wow, I thought, my wife had caused that!

  On the way out, I whispered to her, “Why didn’t you jump on the guy? I know you liked him.”

  “I don’t know – it just felt so weird! Like I was a cheating wife or something.”

  “You’re not if I’m okay with it. It’s just a one-time thing, remember? You clearly liked the guy, why not just go for it?”

  “I guess … I guess I wanted more input from you. When I’m supposed to decide, I feel like you’ll be mad at me, no matter what I do. Do you understand?”

  “So you want to leave it up to me?”

  We were outside now, standing near the parking lot. She looked at me and nodded. “Yeah. I don’t want to be the slutty woman who needs … more than she’s already got. I love you, Bob, and I don’t want this to ruin it, okay?”

  “It won’t. I just thought we should spice things up. You agreed.”

  “I did. And now I’ll leave it up to you.”

  I nodded. “Okay then.” I handed her the keys. “Bring the car around, will you?” I left her standing there, sputtering and I went back inside. Marcus was finishing his drink and about to leave when I caught up to him.

  “Hey,” I said. “Can you follow us home?”

  He grinned. “Why the sudden change of plans?”

  “Diane’s shy, that’s all. She wanted me to make the final decision.”