This story is one hundred percent true. The names have been changed and some recognizable details have been omitted to protect the innocent and the guilty. I'll tell you about the last seven days which have been an emotional rollercoaster for me and my wife, which ended on a high, thank God.
My name is Sven. Me and my wife, Anna, met twelve years ago after we both just became single. At that time I didn’t expect our relationship to last, because I thought she was out of my league. But we have been in love ever since. Three years ago, we moved to the country where we built a house on a lot that Anna inherited from her grandparents. Anna's sister Carmen inherited a similar piece of land next to ours, so she is practically our neighbour, but she only comes on weekends. Then it's always full house: children, grandchildren, and other family members, all having dinner on long tables in the shadows of the orchard, you get the picture. It is sometimes fun, sometimes boring, and sometimes annoying. The same last weekend, which is when it all started.
Looking back, I have been wondering what it was that brought on the events that followed because they seem so out of character for both of us. As I said, we have been madly in love since we met and we have never had the feeling that anything was missing in our lives. But the last four years have taken their toll. We built our house ourselves, which cost us blood, sweat and tears. We designed every detail of it, from the foundation to the chimney top. While I was doing my day job, Anna took care of everything else: purchasing materials, negotiations with contractors, contact with the authorities to comply with regulations, and much more. Weekends were filled with things that we could do ourselves, like painting and isolating the floors. Our conversations were about what colour stain to use for the woodwork, instead of 'Let's have some fun today.'
It happened more than once that when she told me that her period had come, I realized that another month had gone by without making love. In short, we have been neglecting our marriage. That's why, when this story started, we both jumped at the opportunity to revive our love life.
That Sunday, around noon time, we were enjoying a glass of wine on our terrace which overlooks a beautiful shallow valley with green hills in the background. I never get tired of this view. At the neighbors, everybody was already packing things to go back to the city, when Anna said:
'Did you hear that Mark is staying here this week?'
'Really? Elly too?'
'No, Elly has to work.'
Mark is Carmen's brother-in-law. A nice, sympathetic guy in his early fifties, only slightly overweight. He comes almost every weekend to help with some gardening or home improvement. He also had a short illicit affair with my wife when she was in her late teens. Now, I don't blame her for that, and I certainly can't blame him. Anna is irresistible. Even now, in her mid-forties, she looks amazing. One meter seventy, fifty kilos, b-cups and legs that seem to go on forever. That too is a view that I'll never get tired of.
'So, what is he going to do here alone?' I asked.
'He says he wants to do some fishing.'
'Weird'
'But you know what that means, don't you?'
'What?' I asked.
'That I'll be here all week alone with two men.'
'Are you saying what I think you're saying?'
'I'm not sure, but wouldn't it be nice to do something crazy, like having a threesome?'
'You're joking, right? '
'Let's take a bath and talk.’
We do that often. We both sit soaking in the tub and talk about all kinds of things. Now the subject was Mark, instead of where to buy wood for the fence. And as time passed, I saw her become more and more excited. I asked her if she really wanted to do this.
'Yes, I guess, but how do you feel about that?'
I always got turned on by the thought of seeing my wife being fucked by another man, and I had grown an impressive erection. I pointed at it and said, 'Does that give you your answer?'
Once out of the bath and back on the terrace, we saw that the neighbors had left for the city. Only Mark's car was still there.
'So, are we really going to do this?'
I answered, 'Yes! But how to arrange that?'
'I'll just go and ask him.'
‘Who are you and what have you done with my wife?’ I thought. Her unprecedented arousal had made her lose all inhibitions. 'Ok, then.', I said. And she left.
…….
'What happened? ' I asked. Anna had been with Mark for about twenty minutes. Twenty minutes in which I had been wondering nervously what was happening there, until I saw her walking back to the house, with a look on her face that I couldn't read.
'Give me a beer and a cigarette first. ‘
I thought that probably she had chickened out, and had been too afraid to ask. I was wrong.
'Oh my God.' she said finally. 'This was the last thing I expected. I just walked in there and blurted out the question if he wanted to have a threesome with you and me. He was shocked. He even made the sign of the cross. Then after a while, he said that he couldn’t. Not with you there. He said that he had never been able to forget me after the affair we had years ago, that he still loved me, and that he wanted me for himself.'