Purely Sexperimental
“How would you feel if I had sex with a woman?” I am sitting in the tub; I must have been in here for some time, because my husband comes to check on me. Leaning in the doorway, arms folded, he grins and shakes his head. He is used to these random outburst of thought. “You’re serious?” he asks after seeing the annoyed frown on my face. “Where is this coming from?” He sits on the edge of the tub watching me. Just the fact that he is willing to listen, arouses me with hopeful anticipation. I softly stroke my clit beneath the bubbles.
My husband has always been aware of how fickle I am. I never have a favorite anything, because my interests constantly change. The only consistent feeling I’ve ever had was the love for the man I married. However, as time went by, I began to grow sexually bored. In the beginning, we used to experiment — candy in the vagina, a cock sundae with whipped cream; some pretty kinky and fun activities. Eventually, as can happen when two people have been there and done that many times, the sex became less playful, more routine and even less frequent. I decided it was time to shake the sugar tree.
“The other day I told you I was bi-curious,” I reiterate. “I wasn’t joking — so would you be mad if I happened to meet a woman who wanted to satisfy my curiosity?” I watch his face as he processes this information. My husband is not a typical male.
Most men I know would love for their wives or girlfriends to express interest in sex with another female. My husband was content to be exclusive. I was the one who often brought up open relationships and being a little more sexperimental; role play, food play, sex toys … but now I had a new sexual experiment to try. I didn’t want to cheat on my husband; I felt asking for permission would be the best course of action.
“Am I enough for you?” He asks in an amused voice. I rise up out of the water, wrap my arms around him letting my wet breast soak his tshirt. “Babe, I love you; you’re all I am ever going to want for the rest of my life.” I assure him. “I am not looking to fall in love with anyone, I just want to experience something different … you can even watch if you want.” He laughs, “What if she doesn’t want me to?” “What if I find someone who doesn’t mind?” I say, casually. He leans down and kisses me deep. I pull back. “Is that a yes?” He nods and we resume…
The best part about our marriage is our ability to communicate. Topics that are uncomfortable for most monogamous couples have never been an issue between my husband and I, because rather than argue and split in a tangle of harsh words and hurt feelings, we listen to one another. I have yet to satisfy my curiosity, but it’s wonderful to know I have a partner who understands my desires are purely sexperimental.
