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This story has been rewritten and is being reposted.
It explores modern relationships and features two fictional characters. There is passing mention of a “sex columnist up in Seattle” who is not fictional and is none other than Dan Savage. He popularized the key phrase “monogamish” and describes it as “mostly monogamous with a little squish around the edges.” Various people define the limits (or squish) of their monogamish relationships differently and this just is just one example of how a couple might define theirs.
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“Honey,” asked Tony around the first of February, “What would you really like to get for Valentine’s? Flowers? Chocolates? Jewelry?”
“No, I’ll never get tired of those, but,” Lauren paused for a few seconds, “Seeing as how it’s our eighth Valentine’s Day together, I’d like to ask you for another and more special present.”
“Oh, what’s that?” he asked.
“It’s important and we really do need to sit down and have an honest talk about our relationship.”
“Uh, OK? Are we having problems that I don’t know about?”
“No, Tony, we’re definitely good. But I’d like to figure out ways we can make things even better.”
“‘Better’ would be worth considering, I guess. I thought we already had a pretty nice relationship…”
“Oh, Honey, we do, we really do…It’s a great one,” she reassured him as she gave him a big hug and a warm kiss.
“I’m afraid there is a ‘but’ at the end of what you just said,” he suggested. “OK, let’s talk. Our evening’s free, let’s turn off the phones and I’ll get us a bottle of wine. White or red?”
“White, please,” she responded as she slipped over to the loveseat and sat on one end. He returned with an opened bottle of Chardonnay and two wine glasses. He then sat next to her, poured out the wine and held out his glass for a toast.
“To us.”
“To us,” she toasted back.
After each had a few swallows, he held her hand and asked, “OK, so what’s on your mind?”
“Now, Tony, you wanted to know what I would like for Valentine’s. I have a big, big request. Now, please hear me out. Don’t rush to judgement or anything. I love you. I love you very much and I very much want to stay married to you. So, if anything I say makes you doubt that, please, please, PLEASE tell me immediately. I’ll slow down, stop or whatever it takes to reassure you. OK?”
By now, in spite of her reassurances, Anthony was getting worried. “What the Hell is going on?” he wondered to himself. He had considered himself happily married to Lauren for over six years. They were both successful in their careers and neither was particularly interested in having children. “Maybe that’s it,” he thought to himself, “She wants kids.”
“OK, so I want to talk about our sex lives,” she went on. “I kinda think we could do a little bit better…”
“Well, Hon, life and work do have a way of getting in the way of our sex lives, I guess. What are you thinking of?”
“Well, you know I’m a very sexual person, right? And I like variety, as you know. Lately it seems, uh, well, it seems…”
“Things have gotten boring?”
“No, not ‘boring,’ but ‘predictable’ is the word I would use. But I do want more excitement.”
“OK, like what are you thinking about? More kinky stuff?”
“Well, yeah, I suppose that would help some. But, Honey, do you ever miss the excitement of your single days? You know, wondering about the next girl you were going to take out and maybe fuck?”
“Well, yeah, there was that tension with any date. The biggest tension was usually wondering if there’d be any sex at all, quite frankly.”
“Yeah, I’m sure. I usually knew if I’d be getting lucky, of course,” she laughed. “But my tension was wondering if the guy would be any good or not. You know it’s harder for a girl to enjoy sex with a new guy than the other way around.”
“Uh, huh. So, we both agree that dating was perhaps more exciting, in some respects, and in other respects not necessarily always successful.”
“But, do you ever miss it? That tension? That excitement?”
“Not much really, I guess. I enjoy us together…”
“Oh, Tony, I do too. You are the greatest guy in the sack, no doubt about it. But I have to admit that I kinda miss that sense of the unknown, at times, that is.”
“Well, do you want to explore some kinky stuff, maybe have me surprise you now and then? Or you me? Out of nowhere I could try something…”
“You know, that might help a little. But I’m not that much into big-time kink.”
“Then what are you asking? How do you get that tension you were talking about?”
“Well, uh, now hear me out, please. Tony, I do love you, really, I do and I don’t want to lose you. But maybe if we could go outside our marriage for that newness…”
“What? You want to screw someone else?!”
“Honey, bahis siteleri I want you. I want to be your wife forever. But how can I, how can you, how can we get that sense of newness and variety within our marriage?”
“As much as it might be exciting, Laur, I’d have trouble knowing you were with someone else. Really, I would.”
“Even if you had the same opportunity? What if we both did it, on an occasional basis? We’d have limits, rules…”
“Shit, this is almost too much to consider and so sudden! You’ve been thinking about this for a while, obviously,” he said, with his voice rising.
“Yeah, I have. And Tony, I swear, I have done nothing wrong, I have stayed absolutely faithful. If we were to do anything like this, it’d have to be with both of us going into this together, heads held up high.”
“Hmm. That’s a whole shitload to think about.”
“Tony, can I ask you a really personal question? How many girls have you slept with? One to ten, eleven to twenty, more?”
“Eleven to twenty would be the best answer.”
“Me, too, guys, I mean. Now I wasn’t a slut…”
“I know that, Honey, and I never thought you were.”
“Well, thank you. But sex is part of who I am. And I kinda miss that tension, that unknown we were talkin’ about. Don’t you, even a little bit?”
“Not really, but if it were offered to me, I might reconsider,” he chuckled. “I do look at other women and sometimes wonder…”
“See, you might miss it just a little bit yourself.”
“Well, yeah, but it is something that I have put into the fantasy corner of my brain, not to be acted upon.”
“But what if you could? With my blessing? Would that hold any interest for you?”
“I’d have to say I’ve not thought about this at all. And if you were to do it, well, that I’d probably have a problem with.”
“Look, I’ve been nervous about having this conversation and have actually dreaded it for weeks. But I had to have it. Then you brought up Valentine’s presents and I figured that this would be a huge present, one we both could potentially enjoy. And I’m so happy you’ve been willing to listen and not get pissed off. Let’s just give ourselves some time to sleep on it and you think about it. How about another discussion in a week or so? OK?”
“Sure, sounds good.” With that he reached over to Lauren, slowly reached up to her PJ top and suddenly ripped it down to her waist.
“What the hell? That top cost me forty-two bucks.”
“Shut up, Lauren, I’m in charge and I don’t care about the cost,” he said as he picked her up and carried her, squealing loudly, to the bedroom.
“Put me down,” she laughed. “Unhand me this instant.”
“No fuckin’ way. You’re mine, tonight,” he said as he threw her onto their bed. After he climbed on top of her, finished tearing the top off her torso and pulling down her shorts, he stopped to look at her. She was a very attractive woman with dark, brunette hair that hung down below her shoulders and amazingly pale blue eyes. She was a tiny bit on the thin side but supported sexy, womanly curves. Her breasts were slightly smaller than average but were well shaped, firm and topped with the cutest little nipples imaginable. After admiring her he bent down and pushed her legs further apart and said, “I’m going to lick your pussy until you beg for me to stop.”
“Promise?”
“Promise!” he answered as he bent down to her well-trimmed bush. He let his tongue slide up and down her crack and once he reached her clit she began to moan and thrash around. Two fingers went inside to stimulate her further. She grabbed his head, pulled it tight to her and she began to pant heavily, louder and louder until she was screaming as she came, over and over. After several orgasms she pushed him back, begging him to stop. Finally, with an evil gleam in his eye, he agreed to stop but then reminded her that he was still in charge.
“Keep those legs spread ’cause I’m in need of some release myself,” he growled. She grabbed his cock and guided it into her and he stroked in and out deeply and quickly. She began to moan again, her head was thrown back, her face and neck were flushed as she started to rise up for yet another orgasm. As she was climaxing, he plunged even deeper into her and finally released his sperm deep into her with a colossal orgasm that went from his pelvis through his entire body. He finally collapsed on her and after a few minutes he whispered into her ear, “Wow, you still are the best a guy could hope for, you know that, don’t you?”
“Oh, Sweetie, you’re the best, too.”
After a few minutes he added, “I promise to at least think about things and next weekend we can talk some more. OK?”
“Yeah, sure. Night, Honey. Sleep tight. And thanks for having your way with me. Was fun.”
“Um, hmm, it was,” he answered with a gentle kiss on her lips.
—–
During the next week there was a bit of nervous tension in the air. When they had sex, it seemed to be a bit wilder than usual, almost animalistic at times. canlı bahis siteleri The unspoken question about their future seemed to hang over them both in and out of the bedroom. One time he started to mention the issue and Lauren shushed him with a smile while holding her finger to his lips.
“Not now, Honey. You and I have a date this weekend, remember?”
“Yeah, you’re right. I’ll just make sure to bring it up then.”
On Friday evening, while doing the dishes, she looked at him and smiled. “I do love you; you know.”
“I love you, too. Are you about ready?” he asked.
“Yeah, I am. I’ll bring the drinks tonight.”
They settled again on the love seat, opened the wine and again toasted to themselves.
“Look, Tony, I’ll just jump right in. I think we need a bit of variety in our sex lives and we need to get it in a reasonable, safe and respectful way. So, for a Valentine’s present for both of us, I’d like you and me to open up our marriage a little bit.”
“Yeah, that’s what you pretty much what you were talking about last week. So, assuming I were to agree, what would you specifically suggest? An open marriage?”
“No, that seems to be too much, kinda over the top. To me that says we’d be screwing around pretty much all the time. In this small, conservative, Midwest city I think an open marriage would be pretty much frowned upon. We certainly couldn’t keep it secret.”
“No, I agree. But how would we get around that?”
“Well, Honey, how about when we travel? You and I both go on business trips several times a year…”
“So, you’d think we could, you know…”
“Tony, let’s be open and blunt. I’ll suggest that only when we are traveling that we have each other’s permission to seek short-term sexual relations. Say, you’re at your annual convention and someone comes onto you, you could, guilt free, take her up on it. Feel free to take her to bed, you know.”
“And you’d be able to do the same when you’re on your trips, right?”
“Well, yeah, that’d be the idea.”
“And the one left at home, you or I, would know what was going on with the other one, right?”
“Uh-huh. I admit it might take some time to get used to the idea. I think I’d try to occupy my mind, maybe get together with my girlfriends for a night at the club, or something. I know it’d be harder for you to be at home alone…”
“Yeah, I think I’d be jealous or even go crazy thinking about you in bed with some other guy. I’d probably try to find something to distract me, maybe go to a game, or something.”
“I admit I’d be a tiny bit jealous thinking about you with some hottie, Tony, but if we both agreed to it, then it’d be fair and we could look forward to our next trip.”
“Do you know of anyone doing this, you know, any of your girlfriends?”
“No, I don’t, and I would never ever mention this to anyone, not even Anna, and you know how close we are. No, we can’t have anyone know about this.”
“What would the limits be? I mean, any rules?”
“Well, it so happens that there’s info on the net about this. There’s even a name for this, believe it or not.”
“What is it?”
“Monogamish. It means being monogamous but with an occasional episode on the side. What an ‘episode’ consists of is agreed to by both parties and is used to bring a bit of sexual excitement to the two. But the main thing is that they remain a couple and remain committed to each other.”
“Where did that term come from, anyway?”
“Oh, there’s a sex columnist up in Seattle who proposed the term. He says it works for him and his spouse. He’s gay, by the way, and he says they have a stronger relationship because of it.”
“What if one of us gets too attracted to the new person?”
“We just don’t let that happen. This is sex, pure and simple. It’s like eating, you’re just feeding a need. You’re eating a bowl of ice cream now and then, but your basic diet remains the same. This is for a sense of variety. We just have to remember that our main, our strong relationship is right here with us, right here in this house. You just don’t let yourself get emotionally involved.”
“OK, Laur, getting back to the rules. What would they be?”
“Well, Tony, what rules would you want to have, if you were in charge?”
“Well, the first one is easy. You stay on the pill and we both gotta use condoms at all times. No STDs or babies!”
“OK, I’d agree to that, for sure. Now, from my standpoint I’d want this to be a limited thing. No repeat performances. So, one and done.”
“Only one contact on a trip?” he asked.
“No, I mean no repeat contacts from time to time or year to year. That runs the risk of getting emotionally involved. You get a night or two with a person for the one trip, and that’s it. No repeating with that person later.”
“How many times a year are we talking about?”
“Well, we each go on our business trips several times a year, right? How about we agree to two episodes per year, even if we go on a güvenilir bahis third or fourth trip. That way we’d have the same opportunity,” she said, “And it would be even.”
“Lauren, you’re a fantastically sexy and attractive woman. I doubt you’d have any trouble finding someone at any time. Me, well, it’s harder for a guy to get lucky. I might need to try on every trip just to get to the two…” he paused.
“Two screws? What should we call these episodes, anyway?”
“How about ‘sexual episodes’ or SEs? An episode would be when one of us had sexual relations with someone on one trip, no matter how many times we did it.”
“OK, ‘SE’ it is and it’ll be our private code for what we are doing. Now, where were we? Oh, you were wondering if you could try more often, if needed, to get to the two SEs. I’m good with that. Hey, I might not get lucky either, so we just have to agree that we each get two SEs per year and no more.”
“Now, what about telling each other? What do we say, how much do we say, you know?” he asked.
“Since it might cause some anxiety back home, maybe we should do nothing but acknowledge that we had an SE when we get home, and then nothing more will be said. Fair?”
“I’m not sure I’d even want to know then.”
“Oh, Tony, I think you would. I’d want to know. Maybe I’d be just a bit more attentive when you came home. Think of the benefit!” she laughed. “You’d get lucky on the trip and get luckier when you got home.”
“I’d have to think about that one. Maybe we can come back to it later. As a matter of fact, this has been a lot for me to think about. Let’s call it a night and kick it around again later. OK?”
“Sure, Honey, let’s chew on it for a few more days. I take it that you might be interested…”
“Well, Laur, the guy in me would love to go for this. It’s the husband in me who would have trouble knowing you were going for this. I guess I’m pulling the old double standard on you.”
“Tony, I admit I’d have some anxiety knowing you were with some good-looking babe. And I’d be a little anxious about losing you. But if we both promise and swear to the basic plan, then I think the upsides will be far greater than the down. Think about it.
“But right now, I have something I need to do.” With that she reached over and gently kissed him on the lips, teasing him with her tongue. She let her hand drift down to his crotch and gently kneaded his growing cock. “Hmm, I think someone wants to come out and play,” she said as she gently unzipped his pants. Once she pulled them down, she slipped his cock out through the slit in his boxers. “I’ve always loved your cock, you know that, don’t you?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Well, I like to kiss things I love,” she whispered as she leaned down and started to lick him up and down, particularly right below the knob. She then wrapped her lips around him and started to bob up and down while slowly rubbing her tongue under his head. Eventually she started to hum as she took him deeper and deeper and he quickly lost all control.
“Oh, god, that feels so good! Keep doing that thing with your tongue, oooh, just like that.” After another minute he yelled out as he came into her mouth. After collapsing on the bed while catching his breath, she came up to him and kissed him deeply.
“Like it?” she asked.
“Oh boy, did I. Give me a few seconds, then it’ll be your turn.”
“Hon, thanks, I really appreciate the offer, but that was for you. I’ll catch you in the morning when I’m a bit more awake. Sleep tight. I love you.”
“I you, too.”
—–
There seemed to be less tension between them the following week. They even started to joke lightly about their situation. One time when she teasingly sassed him about the dishes, he joked that his next SE wouldn’t bother him about the dishes. This caused her emotions to swing suddenly from joy that he was thinking about it in a positive light to a bit of anxiety that maybe he’d compare her to the new woman and the dish task-master might come up wanting.
And on Wednesday when he was exhausted after a particularly stressful day, he gently turned down her advances. As he was drifting off to sleep, he suddenly realized that she might find him lacking when compared to some guy she hooked up with. “I’m going to have to step up my game,” he thought. He rolled over to find Lauren on her back, eyes wide open and staring at the ceiling.
“You OK?” he whispered.
“Yeah, a little disappointed, but I understand you’re tired. Really, I do.”
“Would it interest you to learn that I seem to have gained a bit of energy? Why don’t you slip your panties off and let me play with you? I think between my tongue and your BOB in the drawer we can get you happier.”
“Tony, you don’t have to.”
“I know, but maybe I’ve decided that a quick little trip over your clit would be worth the effort. Here, panties off and let me get the vibe for you.” She giggled a little as she got ready for him.
Over the next five minutes she rapidly went from zero to sixty and had a wonderful, crashing orgasm as she clutched his head between her thighs. “Wow, thank you. That was quite a nice surprise. What about you, Honey?”
“Laur, I’m still tired, but I’m so glad I was able to give you a little relief. Now, sleep tight. See you in the morning.”
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