It's the future and because of a male fertility crisis and a decrease in female births there are new laws. Women are allowed and encouraged to have multiple husbands. I never expected it to happen to me. She always promised it would just be us, no matter what happened. But i guess I should have seen it coming.
"Honey, we've been invited to Nicola's wedding."
My wife was sitting down to her breakfast as I rushed to get ready for work.
"Were we not already at her wedding, with her and Paul?"
Rachel, my wife of 7 years, was already ready for work. She was a young professional in a major new company. She had long straight dark hair, a great figure and her make-up was immaculate.
"Yeah she and Paul talked and they decided they wanted children."
Rachel's hair was tied back and she was wearing a white blouse with a black pencil skirt.
"They didn't have to do that to get children, did they?"
"I think we have to face facts George" Rachel said. "A woman has to sleep with multiple men to have a chance of getting pregnant these days".
I was terrified of where this was going, although group marriage was now becoming more popular, it was still not widespread.
"Is that something you are considering Rachel? Are you thinking of looking for another husband?"
"I don't know George, Nicola says it's wrong to not share myself with other men, given there's so few of us women."
We stopped speaking about the subject and we left for work.
A couple of days later we went for a meal with Nicola. Just myself and Rachel. They were close friends.
The restaurant was busy, we were sitting at the centre were everyone could hear our conversation.
Nicola was a slightly plump blonde, but the curves added to her sexiness and she was flaunting that sexiness tonight by wearing a beautiful red dress with stylish strappy heels.
"Hi Rachel, how are you doing?"
They greeted each other with a kiss on the cheeks and we sat down at our table again.
"I didn't know you were getting married again Nicola. Who is the new guy?"
"His name is Matthew and we're in love."
"How does Paul feel about it?" I asked.
"Oh fuck, he's complaining that he really doesn't like Matthew and he doesn't want to live with him, but I'm marrying Matthew, so he'll have to get used to it. It's the law now."
"But wouldn't you rather pick someone Paul liked if you're doing this?" I asked.
"Yes, but I fell in love with Matthew, so he'll have to adjust."
"So speaking of picking someone, are there any other guys in your life Rachel?" Nicola lit up a cigarette as she asked the question while checking the area out for guys.
I couldn't believe what she was asking, of course there weren't any other guys in her life!
Rachel was dressed more conservatively in a blue dress with blue pumps and the pearl necklace I bought on our first anniversary.
"No, there is only my George here." Rachel was trembling.
"But you must have, you know, at least had a crush on someone?"
At this stage we had many drinks, which caused my wife to blurt out something she never told me about before.
"I kissed a guy, and he keeps calling me and I don't know what to do."
"What!" I said in shock.
I complained, but Nicola asked for more details.
"It was the dj at our last office party, I'm so sorry George, it just sort of happened."
"You did more than kiss him, I can tell!" said Nicola. "Did you fuck him too?"
Rachel looked at me with tears in her eyes.
"I just didn't know how to tell you."
Nicola took a drag of her cigarette and said, "Great Rachel, you are just claiming your right as a woman."
"Are you going to marry this guy?" I asked.
"That's not important right now George. What is important is that it's all out in the open now, that you know," said Rachel to me.
"Oh god Rachel, I don't know about this, about having someone else in our lives, about having someone else fucking you."
"So he keeps calling you? Aren't you going to answer his calls?" Nicola asked.
"I don't know," Rachel said, "he is pledged with a group of friends, so I guess I'd have to date all of them."
"You're thinking of going with a group of men!" I said in shock.
"I don't know yet, but I'm thinking about it."
"It is a woman's duty to help pro-create," said Nicola, "and she may as well have some fun along the way."
"Did you fuck him?" I asked.
"I think that's obvious!" Nicola chipped in.
"Oh I didn't ask you Nicola, I asked her."
"Yes George, we had sex."
We didn't talk on the drive home, I slept on the couch, while Rachel slept in the bed.
"Aren't you coming to bed?" she asked.
"No."
We didn't talk for the next few days either and we largely just shared the house, until one day after work Rachel came to me as I sat watching tv.
"Hey, wanna talk?"
Rachel was still dressed for work in her white blouse and black pencil skirt. She sat down and took her pumps off.
"Sure."
"Why don't you tell me what's bothering you?" asked Rachel.
"Who was he, this guy?"
"His name is Fred."
"How'd you get talking to him?"
"He was the dj at our work party, he put on a track that I love and I went up and told him I loved it. I went back to the after party with him."
"Was he better than me in bed?"
"Oh George, it was different, just different."
"You said it would always be us, that you would never get a second husband?"
"I know, but all my friends seem to be marrying again George, and now with Nicola getting married, it's starting to feel like the right thing to do."
"And what about my feelings?"
Rachel looked annoyed.
"I do consider your feelings George but ultimately it's not up to you who I marry. Your parents didn't consault you on if you would have brothers or sisters?"
"No, but that's different."
"It's not very different George, me having more husbands will be like you having more brothers, you would all be living together."
"But they would never fit in this house."
Rachel got up and sat next to me, she placed her hand affectionately on my cheek.
"Silly, you know we get a government grant for all that. Now, do you still love me dear?"
"Yes, but I'm frightened of the changes."
"Don't be, there is more than enough of me to go around. It'll be okay, you'll see."
"Honey, we've been invited to Nicola's wedding."
My wife was sitting down to her breakfast as I rushed to get ready for work.
"Were we not already at her wedding, with her and Paul?"
Rachel, my wife of 7 years, was already ready for work. She was a young professional in a major new company. She had long straight dark hair, a great figure and her make-up was immaculate.
"Yeah she and Paul talked and they decided they wanted children."
Rachel's hair was tied back and she was wearing a white blouse with a black pencil skirt.
"They didn't have to do that to get children, did they?"
"I think we have to face facts George" Rachel said. "A woman has to sleep with multiple men to have a chance of getting pregnant these days".
I was terrified of where this was going, although group marriage was now becoming more popular, it was still not widespread.
"Is that something you are considering Rachel? Are you thinking of looking for another husband?"
"I don't know George, Nicola says it's wrong to not share myself with other men, given there's so few of us women."
We stopped speaking about the subject and we left for work.
A couple of days later we went for a meal with Nicola. Just myself and Rachel. They were close friends.
The restaurant was busy, we were sitting at the centre were everyone could hear our conversation.
Nicola was a slightly plump blonde, but the curves added to her sexiness and she was flaunting that sexiness tonight by wearing a beautiful red dress with stylish strappy heels.
"Hi Rachel, how are you doing?"
They greeted each other with a kiss on the cheeks and we sat down at our table again.
"I didn't know you were getting married again Nicola. Who is the new guy?"
"His name is Matthew and we're in love."
"How does Paul feel about it?" I asked.
"Oh fuck, he's complaining that he really doesn't like Matthew and he doesn't want to live with him, but I'm marrying Matthew, so he'll have to get used to it. It's the law now."
"But wouldn't you rather pick someone Paul liked if you're doing this?" I asked.
"Yes, but I fell in love with Matthew, so he'll have to adjust."
"So speaking of picking someone, are there any other guys in your life Rachel?" Nicola lit up a cigarette as she asked the question while checking the area out for guys.
I couldn't believe what she was asking, of course there weren't any other guys in her life!
Rachel was dressed more conservatively in a blue dress with blue pumps and the pearl necklace I bought on our first anniversary.
"No, there is only my George here." Rachel was trembling.
"But you must have, you know, at least had a crush on someone?"
At this stage we had many drinks, which caused my wife to blurt out something she never told me about before.
"I kissed a guy, and he keeps calling me and I don't know what to do."
"What!" I said in shock.
I complained, but Nicola asked for more details.
"It was the dj at our last office party, I'm so sorry George, it just sort of happened."
"You did more than kiss him, I can tell!" said Nicola. "Did you fuck him too?"
Rachel looked at me with tears in her eyes.
"I just didn't know how to tell you."
Nicola took a drag of her cigarette and said, "Great Rachel, you are just claiming your right as a woman."
"Are you going to marry this guy?" I asked.
"That's not important right now George. What is important is that it's all out in the open now, that you know," said Rachel to me.
"Oh god Rachel, I don't know about this, about having someone else in our lives, about having someone else fucking you."
"So he keeps calling you? Aren't you going to answer his calls?" Nicola asked.
"I don't know," Rachel said, "he is pledged with a group of friends, so I guess I'd have to date all of them."
"You're thinking of going with a group of men!" I said in shock.
"I don't know yet, but I'm thinking about it."
"It is a woman's duty to help pro-create," said Nicola, "and she may as well have some fun along the way."
"Did you fuck him?" I asked.
"I think that's obvious!" Nicola chipped in.
"Oh I didn't ask you Nicola, I asked her."
"Yes George, we had sex."
We didn't talk on the drive home, I slept on the couch, while Rachel slept in the bed.
"Aren't you coming to bed?" she asked.
"No."
We didn't talk for the next few days either and we largely just shared the house, until one day after work Rachel came to me as I sat watching tv.
"Hey, wanna talk?"
Rachel was still dressed for work in her white blouse and black pencil skirt. She sat down and took her pumps off.
"Sure."
"Why don't you tell me what's bothering you?" asked Rachel.
"Who was he, this guy?"
"His name is Fred."
"How'd you get talking to him?"
"He was the dj at our work party, he put on a track that I love and I went up and told him I loved it. I went back to the after party with him."
"Was he better than me in bed?"
"Oh George, it was different, just different."
"You said it would always be us, that you would never get a second husband?"
"I know, but all my friends seem to be marrying again George, and now with Nicola getting married, it's starting to feel like the right thing to do."
"And what about my feelings?"
Rachel looked annoyed.
"I do consider your feelings George but ultimately it's not up to you who I marry. Your parents didn't consault you on if you would have brothers or sisters?"
"No, but that's different."
"It's not very different George, me having more husbands will be like you having more brothers, you would all be living together."
"But they would never fit in this house."
Rachel got up and sat next to me, she placed her hand affectionately on my cheek.
"Silly, you know we get a government grant for all that. Now, do you still love me dear?"
"Yes, but I'm frightened of the changes."
"Don't be, there is more than enough of me to go around. It'll be okay, you'll see."
Acceptance
The next day we were shopping for outfits to wear to Nicola's wedding.
Rachel was looking through dresses while I stood beside her.
"George, I got up the courage and called Fred".
"Do we really have to do this Rachel?" I said desperately.
"Yes George, we do."
"Well are you going to meet him," I asked.
"Yes George, I am going to see him."
"Are you going to meet the guys he's pledged with?"
"No George, just Fred first."
Rachel stopped going through the dresses and looked up at me.
"George I really want your help with the first date, I want it to be successful. I don't feel sexy anymore and I need you to give me advice on what to wear and how to look".
I didn't know how to give this sort of advice!
"I don't know anything about women's fashion Rachel, I don't see how I can help."
"You don't have to know anything George, you just have to look around and tell me what you think will look good on me".
"I guess I can do that."
"Okay George. Well, let's go. We'll get something for the date first. Excuse me, could we have some help please." Rachel asked the shop assistant, who was a young attractive woman in her mid-twenties.
"Yes Madam, what can I help you with?"
"I was wondering if you could help my husband and I, I have a date with a new boyfriend and I was wondering if you would have anything suitable for me to wear".
"Well what were you thinking, something sexy or something smart-casual?"
I said smart-casual at the same time as Rachel said sexy.
"Okay, sexy it is. Please follow me."
She brought us downstairs to an area of the shop that was lit up with neon signs saying things like "sexy" and "high heels". The dresses and skirts looked skimpier here and there were shoes that screamed sex at me. I immediately felt excited and breathless.
"Perhaps something from this area would be more suitable?"
"Yes, I think so," said Rachel.
"So where would you like to begin, shoes, dresses, skirts, or tops?"
I looked at Rachel, but she looked at me and asked, "Where should we start dear?"
I was feeling uncomfortable at feeling excited.
"Maybe I can help you, what sort of date is it," asked the assistant.
"It's a dinner date," replied Rachel.
"And is there a chance your outfit could be coming off," asked the assistant.
"Yes, it's possible."
"Very well, lets start with lingerie. "
We followed the assistant to the lingerie section.
"What's your bra size," asked the assistant.
Rachel replied that she was a 36DD. I always thought she had the most amazing breasts, and now someone else's hands had been all over them, and would be again.
"These are very popular for dating wives," said the assistant as she held up a red sheer bra and panty set.
"You have three options to choose from, see-through, skimpy or braless."
"Which should I pick darling," Rachel asked me.
My heart was fluttering. I was trying to think of which was the least sluttiest because I didn't want to seem like I was encouraging her. If I picked the see-through or braless, it would seem like I wanted her to be a slut, so I said skimpy.
The assistant put down the sets she was holding and picked up another set, which had barely any material on them.
Damn, I thought. These are almost worse.
"Okay, lets ad them to the basket Rachel said.
Next she took us to the skirts and dresses and the assistant asked were we thinking of a skirt or dress.
I looked at the skirts and they were very very short, so I said dress. Then the assistant picked out some dresses, and put them out. She pointed at a gold minidress with thin straps and she said that she thought that would look good on her and she asked wouldn't I agree. She gave me a look like she was daring me to disagree with her.
I felt a moment of fear and I almost agreed with her, but I decided to fight back.
"No I think maybe something a bit less sluttier might be better Rachel."
"It's not slutty, it's sexy, there's a difference, Rachel is a beautiful woman and she is meeting someone she likes , so she wants to flaunt a piece of her sexiness to him".
Rachel gave me a disappointed look and a shake of the head as she took the dress and went to pay for it.
We were in the car on the way home. Rachel was driving.
"What was all that about in there," asked Rachel.
"I'm really disappointed, I thought you were beginning to accept things.
"I'm trying Rachel, but it's so hard."
"It's different at first, but everyone gets used to it George."
When we got home and we got settled in our pyjamas in the living room watching tv, Rachel asked me something.
"George could you please do me a favour?"
"Why yes Rachel what is it?"
"Could you meet with Paul and talk to him, he's going to be going through what you're going through, so it might help."
"Oh, I don't know Rachel, I don't know if that's something I need?"
"But George, I really need your help, Nicola is my best friend and I want her wedding to go well, so I really need you to calm him down."
Well I did like to be useful to Rachel, if I was meeting Paul to calm him, I guess I could do that.
It was the next day and I'd rang Paul and asked if he wanted to go for a drink, so we met for a pint.
I met him in a quiet bar down by South street. Paul was a short sleeve, tie, technician type of guy.
"So how's it going with you and Rachel, he asked, "I heard you're in my boat?"
"Well it's a lot to take in that's all."
"Don't worry George, you can find it very enjoyable."
"Oh I'm surprised you're saying that, I thought you were having difficulty accepting?"
"Oh no George, I'm over that now. I've given my blessing to the whole thing ages ago."
I took a sip of my pint to disguise my shock.
"Oh, I'm surprised by that."
"Why's that?"
"Rachel said you were having difficulty accepting."
"Well Nicolla said the same about you and I can help with that George."
"How are you going to help?"
"I want you to listen to my advice. Nicola mentioned you went shopping with Rachel to help get her ready and that's a great start. My advice is that you give her your full blessing even if you're nervous about what will happen and ask that you want to be involved in everything that is happening and kept in the loop, it will help ".
"I suppose I can tell Rachel that. "
"Do more than just tell her, show her by your actions. Here, take this address and tell them that you want to get a gift for your wife's first date. Trust me, this will help big time."
I took his address and finished my drink and left the bar. I walked towards the address he had given me, the address was a church of the sisters, a religious sect that preached group marriage. The sect had grown in recent years to become a part of society.
I went into the church and one of the sisters passed me on the way to the alter, she stopped, turned towards me and asked me.
"Can I help you son?"
I found it difficult to make her out for the church was only lit by candles and she was wearing a hood and cloak.
"Yes, a friend give me this address and advised me to ask for a gift for my wife's first date."
"Ah, I see, your wife has begun seeking more husbands, that is good. But it is one thing for your wife to claim her legal right, and quite another for you to give her that freedom willingly."
"How many husbands does your wife currently have," she asked.
"She has one husband, me."
"You have a very special role in all of this, the first is always considered the cuckold. Your place is to tend to your wife's every need on her journey. Please, kneel and show your devotion and kiss my foot."
Her bare leg appeared through a split in her dark outfit. I kneeled down and gave her sandaled foot a kiss. I noticed her ankle had many chains on it.
"Please unclasp one of the anklets and give it to your wife as a symbol of her freedom. "
This I did. I wasn't sure about giving it to Rachel, but this was happening if I wanted it to our not, I had no legal rights and only a woman could divorce a husband, not the other way round.
Group marriage was becoming ever more popular, with most young women now taking at least two husbands. I thought to myself if this is what Rachel wants then I could be mature and responsible about the whole thing.
I got a box at a jewellers, put the anklet jn it and then I presented it to Rachel.
Rachel was in silk pyjamas lounging on the couch watching tv.
"Oh what is it," she said as she took the small package
.
"Open it and see," I said.
She tore it open and flipped the box open.
Her face lit up, "Oh honey, this is such a lovely surprise, I really didn't expect this from you, I thought you'd have great difficulty with something like this."
"It is going to be difficult, but I want you to be happy, and if you really want another husband then I want to support you in that."
She kissed me and smiled and handed the anklet to me. She held her foot up to me and I clipped the anklet on.
Rachel was looking through dresses while I stood beside her.
"George, I got up the courage and called Fred".
"Do we really have to do this Rachel?" I said desperately.
"Yes George, we do."
"Well are you going to meet him," I asked.
"Yes George, I am going to see him."
"Are you going to meet the guys he's pledged with?"
"No George, just Fred first."
Rachel stopped going through the dresses and looked up at me.
"George I really want your help with the first date, I want it to be successful. I don't feel sexy anymore and I need you to give me advice on what to wear and how to look".
I didn't know how to give this sort of advice!
"I don't know anything about women's fashion Rachel, I don't see how I can help."
"You don't have to know anything George, you just have to look around and tell me what you think will look good on me".
"I guess I can do that."
"Okay George. Well, let's go. We'll get something for the date first. Excuse me, could we have some help please." Rachel asked the shop assistant, who was a young attractive woman in her mid-twenties.
"Yes Madam, what can I help you with?"
"I was wondering if you could help my husband and I, I have a date with a new boyfriend and I was wondering if you would have anything suitable for me to wear".
"Well what were you thinking, something sexy or something smart-casual?"
I said smart-casual at the same time as Rachel said sexy.
"Okay, sexy it is. Please follow me."
She brought us downstairs to an area of the shop that was lit up with neon signs saying things like "sexy" and "high heels". The dresses and skirts looked skimpier here and there were shoes that screamed sex at me. I immediately felt excited and breathless.
"Perhaps something from this area would be more suitable?"
"Yes, I think so," said Rachel.
"So where would you like to begin, shoes, dresses, skirts, or tops?"
I looked at Rachel, but she looked at me and asked, "Where should we start dear?"
I was feeling uncomfortable at feeling excited.
"Maybe I can help you, what sort of date is it," asked the assistant.
"It's a dinner date," replied Rachel.
"And is there a chance your outfit could be coming off," asked the assistant.
"Yes, it's possible."
"Very well, lets start with lingerie. "
We followed the assistant to the lingerie section.
"What's your bra size," asked the assistant.
Rachel replied that she was a 36DD. I always thought she had the most amazing breasts, and now someone else's hands had been all over them, and would be again.
"These are very popular for dating wives," said the assistant as she held up a red sheer bra and panty set.
"You have three options to choose from, see-through, skimpy or braless."
"Which should I pick darling," Rachel asked me.
My heart was fluttering. I was trying to think of which was the least sluttiest because I didn't want to seem like I was encouraging her. If I picked the see-through or braless, it would seem like I wanted her to be a slut, so I said skimpy.
The assistant put down the sets she was holding and picked up another set, which had barely any material on them.
Damn, I thought. These are almost worse.
"Okay, lets ad them to the basket Rachel said.
Next she took us to the skirts and dresses and the assistant asked were we thinking of a skirt or dress.
I looked at the skirts and they were very very short, so I said dress. Then the assistant picked out some dresses, and put them out. She pointed at a gold minidress with thin straps and she said that she thought that would look good on her and she asked wouldn't I agree. She gave me a look like she was daring me to disagree with her.
I felt a moment of fear and I almost agreed with her, but I decided to fight back.
"No I think maybe something a bit less sluttier might be better Rachel."
"It's not slutty, it's sexy, there's a difference, Rachel is a beautiful woman and she is meeting someone she likes , so she wants to flaunt a piece of her sexiness to him".
Rachel gave me a disappointed look and a shake of the head as she took the dress and went to pay for it.
We were in the car on the way home. Rachel was driving.
"What was all that about in there," asked Rachel.
"I'm really disappointed, I thought you were beginning to accept things.
"I'm trying Rachel, but it's so hard."
"It's different at first, but everyone gets used to it George."
When we got home and we got settled in our pyjamas in the living room watching tv, Rachel asked me something.
"George could you please do me a favour?"
"Why yes Rachel what is it?"
"Could you meet with Paul and talk to him, he's going to be going through what you're going through, so it might help."
"Oh, I don't know Rachel, I don't know if that's something I need?"
"But George, I really need your help, Nicola is my best friend and I want her wedding to go well, so I really need you to calm him down."
Well I did like to be useful to Rachel, if I was meeting Paul to calm him, I guess I could do that.
It was the next day and I'd rang Paul and asked if he wanted to go for a drink, so we met for a pint.
I met him in a quiet bar down by South street. Paul was a short sleeve, tie, technician type of guy.
"So how's it going with you and Rachel, he asked, "I heard you're in my boat?"
"Well it's a lot to take in that's all."
"Don't worry George, you can find it very enjoyable."
"Oh I'm surprised you're saying that, I thought you were having difficulty accepting?"
"Oh no George, I'm over that now. I've given my blessing to the whole thing ages ago."
I took a sip of my pint to disguise my shock.
"Oh, I'm surprised by that."
"Why's that?"
"Rachel said you were having difficulty accepting."
"Well Nicolla said the same about you and I can help with that George."
"How are you going to help?"
"I want you to listen to my advice. Nicola mentioned you went shopping with Rachel to help get her ready and that's a great start. My advice is that you give her your full blessing even if you're nervous about what will happen and ask that you want to be involved in everything that is happening and kept in the loop, it will help ".
"I suppose I can tell Rachel that. "
"Do more than just tell her, show her by your actions. Here, take this address and tell them that you want to get a gift for your wife's first date. Trust me, this will help big time."
I took his address and finished my drink and left the bar. I walked towards the address he had given me, the address was a church of the sisters, a religious sect that preached group marriage. The sect had grown in recent years to become a part of society.
I went into the church and one of the sisters passed me on the way to the alter, she stopped, turned towards me and asked me.
"Can I help you son?"
I found it difficult to make her out for the church was only lit by candles and she was wearing a hood and cloak.
"Yes, a friend give me this address and advised me to ask for a gift for my wife's first date."
"Ah, I see, your wife has begun seeking more husbands, that is good. But it is one thing for your wife to claim her legal right, and quite another for you to give her that freedom willingly."
"How many husbands does your wife currently have," she asked.
"She has one husband, me."
"You have a very special role in all of this, the first is always considered the cuckold. Your place is to tend to your wife's every need on her journey. Please, kneel and show your devotion and kiss my foot."
Her bare leg appeared through a split in her dark outfit. I kneeled down and gave her sandaled foot a kiss. I noticed her ankle had many chains on it.
"Please unclasp one of the anklets and give it to your wife as a symbol of her freedom. "
This I did. I wasn't sure about giving it to Rachel, but this was happening if I wanted it to our not, I had no legal rights and only a woman could divorce a husband, not the other way round.
Group marriage was becoming ever more popular, with most young women now taking at least two husbands. I thought to myself if this is what Rachel wants then I could be mature and responsible about the whole thing.
I got a box at a jewellers, put the anklet jn it and then I presented it to Rachel.
Rachel was in silk pyjamas lounging on the couch watching tv.
"Oh what is it," she said as she took the small package
.
"Open it and see," I said.
She tore it open and flipped the box open.
Her face lit up, "Oh honey, this is such a lovely surprise, I really didn't expect this from you, I thought you'd have great difficulty with something like this."
"It is going to be difficult, but I want you to be happy, and if you really want another husband then I want to support you in that."
She kissed me and smiled and handed the anklet to me. She held her foot up to me and I clipped the anklet on.
First meeting with Fred
I got up for work the next day. Rachel was taking some leave from work so she could go to the hair salon. That night was Rachel's date night. She got completely dolled up, long eye lashes, snazzy hair style, the works.
"Honey, I promise I'll be home early so I get a good night's rest for Nicola's wedding tomorrow."
Rachel had put on her skimpy lingerie, her minidress and she was now touching up her make-up. I was jealous that she was doing all this for another man, but I kept my opinion to myself.
I drove her to the restaurant and I went back to the apartment and waited. I tried to watch television, but I couldn't concentrate on it.
I kept wondering what was happening. I thought maybe I would text Rachel and ask her how she was getting on, but I restrained myself, I didn't want her to think I was being a pest.
Time dragged as I waited. The restaurant was closed by now so they must have went for a drink. Maybe, I could remind her that we have a wedding to go to tomorrow, but then I thought that I would wait until later.
Then I got a text from Rachel:
"Hey would you mind if I brought Fred home for a night cap?"
Oh fuck, I didn't know if I was ready for this, but I replied that it was fine. And then I waited. I was apprehensive about what was going to happen.
Rachel was bringing another man home to fuck. Normally, this would mean the end of our relationship. But our relationship wasn't going to end, we were going to remain a couple.
I began to think about the enormity of this. Tonight, this guy, Fred, was going to deposit his seed in Rachel's pussy and we were going to remain a couple.
In otherwords, in the future, his sperm could be around my cock when I fucked Rachel, especially if I fucked her soon after. Strangely I hadn't thought about that when I found out about her and Fred.
But, I had just smoked a joint earlier and I was sure as hell thinking about it now. Was I getting horny at the thought of Rachel's pussy being used?
I tried to shake of the thoughts, I didn't want to be a nervous wreck when Rachel came back. Finally, I heard Rachel's car pull in. I heard her voice and a mans voice.
I didn't know what to do. Should I stand when they come in or maybe sit and play it cool. The door opened, I instantly stood up.
Rachel tramped in, in her strappy heels, minidress and leather jacket, pulling a large man behind her.
"Oh, hi darling, you're still up, I thought you might be in bed."
"Oh no love, I was watching a movie," I replied. I still felt awkward.
"What was the movie, " asked Rachel.
I couldn't tell her I didn't know because I was thinking about her and Fred all night so I said it was just something silly that I was watching.
"Oh, okay, well Fred this is my husband George. "
Fred towered over me as he said hello. He offered his hand and I took it. He had a strong hand shake.
"Could you get us a drink dear," Rachel said as she kissed my cheek.
I walked into the kitchen to make them drinks. I expected when I came back that they would be making out, but they weren't.
Fred was sitting on the couch and Rachel was sitting on the armchair across from them.
I gave them their drinks. I didn't know were to sit, beside Fred or beside Rachel. Maybe sitting beside Rachel would be too presumptuous.
Rachel looked up at me and said, "come and sit here darling as she squeezed over and made room.
I sat next to her.
"It's good that you're so open minded George like you're willing to experiment." Fred said.
"We want to have children don't we George," Rachel said.
"There really isn't any time to loose then," Fred said not giving me time to reply.
"George is having trouble accepting so we have to take things slow," Rachel said as she gripped my arm.
I was embarrassed now, for some reason the thought of him seeing that weakness was terrible, so i had to claim otherwise.
"Oh my god no Rachel, I completely support you and I understand what you have to go through."
"See Rachel I told you he sounded open minded from what you told me he's not one of those old fashioned guys who thinks a woman should be with one man."
Fred was grinning when he said this. I had made a mistake in what I said, now I look like I'm encouraging Rachel to have sex with Fred!
"Oh my, that's so supportive of you George", she said as she touched my arm, "I'm really pleasantly surprised".
Rachel's minidress was short and riding up her legs now because of how she sat. I couldn't help but think how sexy those crossed legs in her high heels looked.
"Are you looking at my shoes George" she asked."
"No of course not," I said, suddenly embarrassed.
"George has a thing for shoes Fred".
She said this as she held her heeled foot up in front of us and wriggled it around. The foot wrapped up in those shiny red leather straps, looked like a wrapped gift. It looked like the kind've slutty thing Nicola would wear.
"That's totally perverse George" Fred said, "wait until I tell the guys".
Rachel said she had borrowed the shoes from Nicola, this excited me, because Nicola always dressed ultra sexy, but the fact that everybody was going to know about my little heel fetish terrified me.
"Oh it's okay George," Rachel said trying to reassure me, "the heel fetish is quite common. Do you like heels Fred?"
"I do like a woman in heels, but George's little fetish sounds pretty weird".
I whispered to Rachel that I would prefer it if she kept my thing for heels between us. Rachel replied, affectionatly putting her hand on my cheek and looking into my eyes, saying that:
"Nicola had strongly advised that there be no secrets between husbands and that it was important that that was instilled from the very beginning. I know it's harsh darling, but not only do you have to share me with everyone else, you must share your inner most thoughts with all my husbands too."
I was horrified at this thought, there were things I had told Rachel that I never told anyone else. My heart stopped when Rachel finally turned to Fred and said that not only did I like like Rachel wearing heels but that:
"George also likes to wear heels himself".
I was absolutely horrified at the ******** of my secret.
"Honey, I promise I'll be home early so I get a good night's rest for Nicola's wedding tomorrow."
Rachel had put on her skimpy lingerie, her minidress and she was now touching up her make-up. I was jealous that she was doing all this for another man, but I kept my opinion to myself.
I drove her to the restaurant and I went back to the apartment and waited. I tried to watch television, but I couldn't concentrate on it.
I kept wondering what was happening. I thought maybe I would text Rachel and ask her how she was getting on, but I restrained myself, I didn't want her to think I was being a pest.
Time dragged as I waited. The restaurant was closed by now so they must have went for a drink. Maybe, I could remind her that we have a wedding to go to tomorrow, but then I thought that I would wait until later.
Then I got a text from Rachel:
"Hey would you mind if I brought Fred home for a night cap?"
Oh fuck, I didn't know if I was ready for this, but I replied that it was fine. And then I waited. I was apprehensive about what was going to happen.
Rachel was bringing another man home to fuck. Normally, this would mean the end of our relationship. But our relationship wasn't going to end, we were going to remain a couple.
I began to think about the enormity of this. Tonight, this guy, Fred, was going to deposit his seed in Rachel's pussy and we were going to remain a couple.
In otherwords, in the future, his sperm could be around my cock when I fucked Rachel, especially if I fucked her soon after. Strangely I hadn't thought about that when I found out about her and Fred.
But, I had just smoked a joint earlier and I was sure as hell thinking about it now. Was I getting horny at the thought of Rachel's pussy being used?
I tried to shake of the thoughts, I didn't want to be a nervous wreck when Rachel came back. Finally, I heard Rachel's car pull in. I heard her voice and a mans voice.
I didn't know what to do. Should I stand when they come in or maybe sit and play it cool. The door opened, I instantly stood up.
Rachel tramped in, in her strappy heels, minidress and leather jacket, pulling a large man behind her.
"Oh, hi darling, you're still up, I thought you might be in bed."
"Oh no love, I was watching a movie," I replied. I still felt awkward.
"What was the movie, " asked Rachel.
I couldn't tell her I didn't know because I was thinking about her and Fred all night so I said it was just something silly that I was watching.
"Oh, okay, well Fred this is my husband George. "
Fred towered over me as he said hello. He offered his hand and I took it. He had a strong hand shake.
"Could you get us a drink dear," Rachel said as she kissed my cheek.
I walked into the kitchen to make them drinks. I expected when I came back that they would be making out, but they weren't.
Fred was sitting on the couch and Rachel was sitting on the armchair across from them.
I gave them their drinks. I didn't know were to sit, beside Fred or beside Rachel. Maybe sitting beside Rachel would be too presumptuous.
Rachel looked up at me and said, "come and sit here darling as she squeezed over and made room.
I sat next to her.
"It's good that you're so open minded George like you're willing to experiment." Fred said.
"We want to have children don't we George," Rachel said.
"There really isn't any time to loose then," Fred said not giving me time to reply.
"George is having trouble accepting so we have to take things slow," Rachel said as she gripped my arm.
I was embarrassed now, for some reason the thought of him seeing that weakness was terrible, so i had to claim otherwise.
"Oh my god no Rachel, I completely support you and I understand what you have to go through."
"See Rachel I told you he sounded open minded from what you told me he's not one of those old fashioned guys who thinks a woman should be with one man."
Fred was grinning when he said this. I had made a mistake in what I said, now I look like I'm encouraging Rachel to have sex with Fred!
"Oh my, that's so supportive of you George", she said as she touched my arm, "I'm really pleasantly surprised".
Rachel's minidress was short and riding up her legs now because of how she sat. I couldn't help but think how sexy those crossed legs in her high heels looked.
"Are you looking at my shoes George" she asked."
"No of course not," I said, suddenly embarrassed.
"George has a thing for shoes Fred".
She said this as she held her heeled foot up in front of us and wriggled it around. The foot wrapped up in those shiny red leather straps, looked like a wrapped gift. It looked like the kind've slutty thing Nicola would wear.
"That's totally perverse George" Fred said, "wait until I tell the guys".
Rachel said she had borrowed the shoes from Nicola, this excited me, because Nicola always dressed ultra sexy, but the fact that everybody was going to know about my little heel fetish terrified me.
"Oh it's okay George," Rachel said trying to reassure me, "the heel fetish is quite common. Do you like heels Fred?"
"I do like a woman in heels, but George's little fetish sounds pretty weird".
I whispered to Rachel that I would prefer it if she kept my thing for heels between us. Rachel replied, affectionatly putting her hand on my cheek and looking into my eyes, saying that:
"Nicola had strongly advised that there be no secrets between husbands and that it was important that that was instilled from the very beginning. I know it's harsh darling, but not only do you have to share me with everyone else, you must share your inner most thoughts with all my husbands too."
I was horrified at this thought, there were things I had told Rachel that I never told anyone else. My heart stopped when Rachel finally turned to Fred and said that not only did I like like Rachel wearing heels but that:
"George also likes to wear heels himself".
I was absolutely horrified at the ******** of my secret.
