When Charlene and I first got together, I confessed that my number-one fantasy was to watch my girlfriend fuck another man.

I didn’t want to get off on the wrong foot with her, but I also didn’t want to waste my time or hers. I’d reached an age in which I felt that I should be open about my fetishes.

Still, it took a bit of nerve for me to sit her down and confess this turn-on.

She turned my fantasy into a reality by the weekend. She invited her coworker Todd home, ostensibly so that he could ask me a few questions about my hot rod. He was refurbishing one of his own, and he said he could use some advice. When Charlene brought us each a beer, she did so wearing a little nothing of a sundress. Todd’s eyes roamed over her body, and he flushed when I caught him staring.