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Jim sat in front of his computer. He loved Saturday mornings because it gave him the opportunity to think, think about things that were his and his only to think about. During the week it was go, go, go as he hurried to prepare for work each morning rushing around making sure the kids were getting dressed and fed. His wife Amy picked up most of the work of course because he had to meet a deadline so she cooked breakfast, prepared the lunches, and made sure that the kids packed their bags. But he had to be in that car at twenty minutes past seven to drive to the rail station for the half-hour trip to work in the city.
At work, it was always the same. His boss believed in routine. He always said that routine was the key to success so Jim had his routine. Arrive a couple of minutes before the start time of seven-thirty. Those two minutes were to allow him to make a coffee and to be back at his desk before the boss walked through the door. And from that time until twelve-thirty it was heads down except for a ten-minute break for another coffee at ten o’clock.
Lunch consisted of a walk to the canteen where he usually met with his good friend Rod for a chat about life and how the baseball was going or if all was quiet with the baseball the conversation usually switched to the Nascar series.
Occasionally, they had the pleasure of the boss’s secretary, Regina joining them. Jim knew that she had a thing for Rod, something that Jim never understood because Rod was nothing special to look at, a bit rough looking actually but he knew that some women liked that unpolished look in their men. After lunch, it was back to work by one-thirty to look forward to the stop-work whistle at four-thirty.
The trip home was always difficult. It seemed that everybody in their state caught the train between four-thirty and five-thirty. Jim hated crowds so he usually stopped into the local coffee shop to sit and drink another coffee as he caught up with the national news in the local paper. After five-thirty he would catch the train once the traffic had reduced.
But then there were Saturday mornings. Like most, he looked forward to the weekend but for Jim, Saturdays were particularly special. At eight o’clock each Saturday, Amy took the kids to their respective sports after which she made her way to the gym. She joined the ladies first off for a social chat over coffee then moved on to the gym for an hour step exercise program. That gave her two hours for a hit of tennis with the girls before she picked up the kids at twelve-thirty to make her way home to Jim by one o’clock.
Jim knew that he had three and a half hours alone every Saturday to catch up on some reading, to feed his desires, his fantasies. He knew his fantasy could never become a reality because to start with he was frightened of how Amy might react if she ever even suspected. But despite that, he gained some pleasure, some excitement from his reading every Saturday morning to fuel his fantasies.
And so it was for Jim, every Saturday morning was his and his alone, to think whatever he wanted to, be it real or not. After all, did it really matter what he thought or what he desired if no one but Jim was involved?
On Saturday mornings Jim could think a mouse was a lion if he wished to but that was not the type of thing that Jim thought about. His thoughts, his make-believe may start out differently but before long every Saturday Jim’s thoughts reverted back to the same theme and they always centered around his wife, Amy, the woman that he loved and shared his life with.
Time passed and as his boss taught him routine was everything, routine in Amy’s life and Jim’s was what gave Jim the opportunity for him to enjoy his Saturday mornings on the internet living out his dream, a dream that he believed would never become a reality. It was routine that gave Jim his Saturday morning fantasies. But for all good things, we must pay a price and the price that Jim paid every Saturday afternoon was Amy questioning him endlessly on why he never seemed to achieve anything on Saturday mornings.
“But I work all week so Saturday morning is when I rest to recuperate. Without recuperation I could never survive long in my high-pressure job,” he would tell Amy.
“Do you think that I don’t get pressure? I look after the kids and do the housework. When do I get to recuperate?” she would say in answer to him.
“That is what Saturday morning is to you and for me, Amy,” he would say. “You get with the girls and you have your sport. I get to rest, to do nothing but think.”
“I guess,” she always said but in her mind, she was not convinced. Amy sometimes even wondered if it was possible that Jim could have a secret girlfriend that he visited every Saturday morning while he had the opportunity but she discounted that because she knew that Jim was not the type to cheat on her. But what did concern her most was that every Saturday night Jim would come up with almost any excuse to avoid having sex with her. Any other night, there were no problems but never on a Saturday night.
It was on Saturday, June the eighth, 2019 that Amy left home to take the kids to their individual sporting activities so that she could catch up to the girls for a coffee before going to the gym. It was her turn to pay but as she parked the car she realized that she had left her purse on the table at home. Initially, she didn’t worry hoping that one of the other ladies wouldn’t mind buying out of turn but then she remembered what Sheela Rodrick had said about someone else who couldn’t pay when it was her turn.
Amy stopped, did she really want to offer an opportunity to Sheela to condemn her just because she left her purse at home. No! That was not going to happen so she climbed back into her car while ringing her friend Mary to ask her to order the coffees as she would be a little over half an hour late.
Jim had seen Amy’s purse but thought nothing of it. Amy often went to the gym without her purse so he picked it up to place it beside his computer in the office intending to put it in the bedroom later on.
With the computer started, Jim began his surfing. He checked the OHW site first for any new stories that had been written during the week. Next, he pulled up sluxwive’s site on a second page to check for photos. He opened the third page on Xhamter and typed in 'Creampie, sloppy seconds,' to the video page. He immediately saw that one of his favourite girls had posted a video during the week.
As he watched the video which was to run for thirty-five minutes he used “Alt/Tab” to page back and forth from a new story that had been posted and the video while unbuttoning his pants. As he pulled his penis out of his trousers Amy entered the office looking for her purse.
“Jim! What are you doing,” she shouted.
Jim quickly tucked his rock-hard penis away then turned towards the door. “Nothing,” he replied in shock. He was so shocked that he had forgotten about the video playing on the computer.
“That woman with that man, that woman looks like me! Oh God, Jim, what are you doing.”
“I’m sorry,” he stammered.
“You are watching videos of a woman who looks like me having sex with that huge thing. Is that how you spend your Saturday mornings?”
“I just stumbled on this site and thought that I’d take a look,” he lied.
“Wait!” she said, putting her hand up as if to signal as a police officer might do at a road intersection. Then she pulled out her phone and dialed a number.
“Mary, I won’t be able to make it for another half-hour. Something has come up.”
With that, she pushed “end” on the phone then walked across to her husband. “Okay, Jim, explain all this to me. Why are you watching a woman who looks like me having sex with a man with a cock three times the size of yours?”
“I just was that’s all. I stumbled across it.”
“Jim, I’m not angry. I just want you to explain it to me. You don’t have to lie. I sometimes masturbate myself when no one is around so you playing with your little thingy doesn’t worry me but I would like you to tell me the truth about the video.” She reached past him and clicked ‘Alt/Tab,’ “and the stories.” She clicked it again and said, “and the photos. I can see it is no accident because the photos look similar to me as well.”
“I don’t want to upset you, Amy.”
“I’m not upset, not yet anyway but I might get upset if you don’t grow some balls and tell me the truth. Now, let me ask you this, Jim. Do you have a fantasy of me having sex with another man?”
“Not really,”
“So what is this about? Why are you watching a video of what could be me being seduced by another man? So let’s get past that, okay. It is obvious to me that you do so I’d like to know how this all started. What happened to bring this on?”
“Okay, if you really want to know. I’ll tell you and then I’ll pack my bags.”
“Pack your bags? Why? What brought that on? Have you found another woman or something?”
“No, I love you. I wouldn’t want to leave but if I tell you the truth you will tell me to leave for sure?”
“Try me. I have never ever suggested that I wanted you to leave so why would I now just because I catch you getting your rocks off.”
“Because I dream of you fucking another man, that’s why.”
“I see. So when did this all start? How did this come about?”
“After you joined the gym, one of the guys at golf told me that the instructor had seduced his wife. It almost broke up their marriage. He caught them together in their bedroom.”
“That would have been Ivy. Yes, I remember that. She played up to him and Steve took the bait. But what did that have to do with this,” She pushed her two open palms up towards the computer screen.
“I imagined it was you, not Ivy.”
“Oh God, you thought I was cheating on you. It must have hurt you to think that. Why didn’t you talk to me about it?”
“I didn’t speak to you because I imagined that I wanted it to happen.”
“What! My goodness. Why would you want me to do that?”
“I can’t explain it. It’s just so erotic, that’s all. Sit with me and watch the videos then maybe you might learn to understand.”
“I’ve got a gym class.”
“Call Mary back again and tell her you can’t go today. I want you to sit with me and watch so that you can see what it does to me. I don’t want you to leave until you understand.”
“Okay, but I will not have sex with another man if that is where this is going. I married you Jim and you are my lover, my only lover.”
“Alright, if that is how you feel. Here is your purse. Go back to the gym then.”
“You want me to leave.”
“No, I don’t want you to leave but there is no sense in me trying to let you understand if you start from a position of non-acceptance of anything other than what already exists. If you won’t even think about the possibilities you may as well go back to your gym class, forget what you’ve seen here and our life will continue along with our set routine of the last decade. I’ll clean my teeth at eight-thirty, you can read your book till nine, and then we’ll be asleep by ten. Don’t you ever think there could be something more to life, something more exciting for us?”
“Yes, I…. I….. I think of things but I love you. You’re my husband so I have to push those thoughts out of my mind.”
“Tell me about them?”
“No! They can’t happen so why tell you something that might worry you.”
“Try me!”
“Why?”
“Because I want to know what thoughts you have to push aside to make sure that our boring marriage stays predictable.”
“You think I’m boring?”
“No, I don’t. I’m aware that you eye off other men when you think I’m not watching in the same way as I eye off extraordinary women when I think you’re not watching. I know you know because I’ve been aware that you have caught me and I’ve caught you.”
“Yes, I’ve caught you, yes, I have, on occasions.”
“And how does it make you feel.”
“I don’t know. Sometimes I get mad. Other times I think it is nice that you still think other women are attractive but I trust you. You would be the same, I guess.”
“I never get mad. I get horny. I actually try to give you opportunities to eye off attractive men so that I can watch you.”
“Do you? There’s a name for men who want their wife to sleep with other men, isn’t there, cockatoo or something like that. I read about it in a magazine once.”
“The word is cuckold or cuck. How did it make you feel reading about it?”
“It made me feel a little bit excited knowing that there are women who could have sex with men other than their husband but I never thought….” Jim cut her off.
“You never thought it could be you and me.”
Amy ignored his statement. “There is a big risk these days with all the sexual diseases going around and then there is the fact that I can’t take the pill. With you and me it works okay because we use a condom around the risky time but if I was to take a lover, and I’m not saying that I will there is the risk of a condom breaking, or worse still he might refuse to use a condom. Some men do, you know.”
“You know, Amy, I’m so glad that you left your purse behind this morning. We would never have talked about this if you had simply picked up your purse. My boss has brainwashed me to think that there has to be a routine in life but I wonder if that is what destroys relationships.”
Amy giggled as she asked him, “How do you know that I didn’t leave my purse at home on purpose so that I could catch you masturbating? I knew you did. I’ve known for a while but I didn’t understand that it was all about me. I thought you might have had an online lover.”
“How did you know?”
“We never have sex on Saturday night.”
“So would you like to watch the movie with me?”
“No, I don’t want to watch it yet. I want to know everything about this fantasy of yours. Do you really want me to do this thing and if I agree how would we go about it?”
“Yes, well, I would at first like you to go on a date with someone and then see where it goes from there.”
“Okay, who do I date?”
“Maybe you might have someone in mind.”
“Well, maybe, maybe not. There is the gym coach of course but he plays the field too much for my liking. I guess the only other guy who has really shown interest in me has been your friend, Rod.”
“Rod has shown interest in you?”
“Yes, I thought you knew. He takes the opportunity to get close to me every time we are together. Remember the last new year's eve party with your work where Rod showed up uninvited. While we danced he tried to get me to slip outside through the back door.”
“You know that I’ve always wondered about why the women seem to chase Rod. He’s not that good looking and he dresses like a beggar.”
“You don’t know?”
“Know what?”
Amy chuckled and held her hands about nine inches apart.
“Really?” Jim answered.
“Yes, really. He pushed his hips against me as we danced and I can tell you he has got a weapon. Not only long but it felt thick as well. That thing he has between his legs would attract any woman. Feeling it made me get wet, really wet.”
“Then we have our victim then.”
“Victim, what do you mean by the victim?”
“It was just a figure of speech.”
“So how do we go about this?”
"You're interested," he asked and when she nodded he continued, “What say, I invite him over for a barbeque then I take off to buy drinks. While I’m away you get all friendly with him and if he comes on to you, you remind him where he is but suggest perhaps you might be able to go on a date with him.”
“Do we tell him that you know?”
“You could tell him that you think I wouldn’t be upset if I knew then leave it to him if he chooses to tell me or not.”
“What about the kids?”
“Mum and dad will look after them. I’ll call them after I talk to Rod."
“So you’re thinking of tonight?”
“Yes, they always say he who hesitates is lost.”
“Fine, so let’s watch this movie then.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. I’ll need to get extra horny because I’ll have to look after you as soon as you drop off the kids and then maybe tonight I’ll have to look after two men.”
“But I thought you were just going on a date.”
“Yes, that was the plan but let me tell you that if I know Rod when you go out for drinks he will see it as an opportunity to get into my pants. Now, do I fight him off until you get back, or do I take him to the spare bedroom?”
“Well maybe, I could get the drinks earlier and park around the corner and come back to watch at the window?”
“You want to watch us?”
“Yes, of course.”
“God, honey, forget the video. Take me to bed right now. I need you to make love to me.”
Jim didn’t hesitate. He picked up his wife, kissed her, and carried her into their bedroom. Saturdays were looking up. It is surprising what can happen when a woman leaves her purse at home.
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