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the message boards, but didn’t find too much of interest. The vast majority of guys who post on these sites seem to be either wannabes or liars. Lots of men are looking for tips on tricking their wives into doing this, or convincing them into it. I can’t imagine ever doing either to Dana. For one thing, she’d whip my ass. For another, I love and respect her too much. If she’s going to be with another man it has to be her choice. It has to be something she wants too—I don’t want her doing it just for me.
    It took a long time for me to tell Dana about my fantasy—how deep it really went. I didn’t just want to see other men lust after her. I wanted to actually see them with her. I wanted to be a voyeur while my wife fucked other guys. It was a fantasy I became keenly aware of many years ago.
    I was on the baseball team in high school and we typically partied after games at one of the guys’ houses. Jim’s parents were the “cool” type who would let us all come over and drink and have a good time, reasoning it was safer than us being out somewhere. That night, Jim’s parents were away, which meant the party got really crazy. Maggie had been my girlfriend all through high school, a pretty, busty blonde all-American kind of girl. Everyone thought we made the perfect couple and I think there was an assumption that we’d keep going together after school and eventually we’d marry. I loved her, but I knew I wasn’t spending the rest of my life with her. Teenage boys just don’t think that way.
    Maggie and I went upstairs and slipped into a guest bedroom. One of my teammates was already in there, but he was out cold. Too much tequila. Maggie felt a little weird fooling around with him just a few feet away—passed out or not—but I started kissing and touching her, and she yielded like she always did. We were on the floor since he took up the bed. I had her top off and her jeans pulled down when I noticed him hanging over the side of the bed, looking down at us. Our eyes met and he froze. I know he thought I would be pissed, but instead I went right on hooking up and left him to watch. He must have taken it as a green light because next thing I know he’s off the bed and moving closer. I don’t know if Maggie realized he was there before he touched her, but she was as wasted as I was and she didn’t stop him. Together, we played with my girlfriend and she ended up sucking my dick while he played with her pussy.
    I finished on the floor. Maggie never let me come in her mouth. I fell back, satisfied, and he realized he had her all to himself. Again, Maggie didn’t resist and soon I was watching her hook up with my friend. At first, I was nauseous and jealous, but then I realized how turned on I was. I’d just come, but I was hard again. I started playing with myself. Those two paid no attention to me. He was drunk enough that he didn’t care my cock had just been in her mouth and they made out like longtime lovers. Watching her like that made Maggie a goddess in my eyes. Hearing her moan while he fingered her made my body strum like a guitar string. I was frozen to the spot because I had no way to process what I felt. He tried to push Maggie’s face toward his cock, and I think I would have come again right there if she’d gone down on him, but that was too far for her. Instead, she jerked him off and he came all over her tits. I only just managed to stop short of coming myself.
    It was very awkward and he just pulled up his pants and got out of there. Maggie couldn’t look me in the eyes, and I didn’t know what to say to her. I took her straight home afterward and we never spoke of that night. Maggie wanted to pretend it never happened, and I followed her lead. I knew she was ashamed of what she’d done, and that shame burned into me. I felt like a freak for getting off while another guy got it on with my girlfriend. But ashamed as I was, every time I thought about that night—and I recalled every