Free Marriage Experiment Gone Wrong by J.W. McKenna Page A

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 did 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