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The Joy of Fantasizing … About Your Wife

The Joy of Fantasizing … About Your Wife
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What’s better than a daydream about a porn star, a pop star, or simply Star (she’s the new redhead in accounting)? Try some erotic make-believe starring your significant other.

  Wifely Fantasies

The point is, when I fantasize, I fantasize about my wife. Don’t get me wrong; I understand the appeal of building castles in the air with a porn actress or the redhead in accounting or your buddy’s new girlfriend. It’s just that I think the stimulation factor of a whimsical encounter with the hot accountant is multiplied tenfold if Susan is included in the cerebral carnality, too.
Even in my most outlandish sexual scenarios, Susan plays an integral role. For example, we were recently enjoying a few drinks in the bar at one of our favorite restaurants. After a couple Jack and Cokes, the conversation went decidedly NC-17. Then, a Britney Spears video started playing on one of the televisions and our discussion got even spicier. I will admit right here that I have a thing for Britney. Spare me the discourse about her lack of talent (it’s not like I own any of her CDs) and general lameness. I don’t know why I like her, I just do. Maybe it’s because she did it again and felt the only apology necessary was a half-hearted “oops,” or maybe it was the infamous night out commando style—again, oops—or maybe it’s just because she made out with Madonna (my first boyhood pop star crush).

Anyway, after another drink, I asked Susan if she’d get together with Brit-Brit if given the opportunity. “If she walked through that door right now and came over to our table,” I asked, only half-joking, “would you take her back to our room and, you know … do stuff?”

“I don’t think so,” Susan replied, giving it some genuine thought. “But I know you would, and I’d like to watch that.”

So now, even this ridiculous daydream involves my wife. Which brings me to a very important point: Having Susan actively engaged in my fantasy life works to ground all my most heated and far-fetched imaginations in a certain reality. I’ll probably never fuck Britney Spears (unless we’re both in Vegas at the same time, in which case the odds are definitely in my favor), but Susan loves to tease me about her, bring up the possibility during a little dirty talk, and trust me, that’s much better than consummating my crush all by my lonesome while sitting on the couch watching the video version of “If U Seek Amy.”

In other words, with Susan’s participation, both live and imaginary, my erotic fantasies can come to life. Or, if nothing else, have some life breathed into them. Because almost any sexual musings I can conjure up in my head have at least a flicker of hope in the real world when one of the central participants is my wife. And over the years I’ve come to the conclusion that fantasies with even the slightest prospect of materializing are much more exciting than the ones that simply will not.

  B.Y.O.F. – Bring Your Own Fantasy

The biggest payoff to all of this fantasizing about my wife stuff, of course, is actually incorporating a bit of it into our regular lives. Imagining Susan as porn star or in some sort of voyeuristic threesome with Britney and me is nice, but actually watching a fantasy play out in real time during date night is much better.

For instance, I’m a sucker for confident, fun women in short skirts. (Yes, I see the connection to a certain pop starlet here, but I assure you I was a connoisseur of the mini long before her debut.) I think I can trace this obsession back to a junior high school science class when I happened to turn around in my desk and fortuitously spy one of my more comely classmates re-crossing her legs.

Nowadays, what gets me going is the thought of an “accidental” public flash. And by “accidental,” I mean not accidental at all, but instead an upskirt moment that’s very well planned, and carried out in the middle of a crowded place. Because, you see, accidents aren’t very sexy. What is, is a woman who wants you to see, dares you to look, even though you know you shouldn’t. It goes something like this:

Susan and Rydell enter popular nightspot. Rydell is in jeans and a button-up shirt. Susan is wearing a black blouse, blue (very) mini skirt, and knee-high boots, and people are pausing their conversations as she navigates the room. She smiles, says hello, pretends not to notice the overzealous glances. Suddenly, she’s the woman every guy wants at his table. Before sitting down, she offers to go to the bar for drinks. Rydell nods his appreciation, takes a seat, and watches. Susan approaches the counter, orders, but it’s too loud so she must lean forward, ever so slightly, to effectively communicate her request. And then it happens. It’s just a peek, but it’s perfect.

It might all seem like a happy accident, but in truth, it was thought out, choreographed, on the drive to the bar. What this sort of planning might do to detract from the spontaneity of the situation is more than made up for by the fact that it actually happened. I went most of my adolescent life—and a few adult years—hoping to catch a glimpse of a woman who “accidentally” had her bright red panties escape their pleated shroud with very little luck. But then I started to fantasize about my wife doing it, and here we are.

Whether she’s purposefully leaning over the bar or overemphasizing a stretch to retrieve her purse, she’s bringing my fantasy to life, and by doing so, she’s turning a regular night out into a pressure cooker of sexual tension and anticipation. There are times, after she’s shifted her legs to a more revealing position, when all I want to do is whisk her home and fuck. What keeps me out on the town, though, is the possibility of a few more skirt mishaps to come. Not to mention the looks from other patrons.

A fun and entertaining activity that comes about as a byproduct of Susan’s little shows is watching other men—and women—catching their own glimpses of her provocative poses. Eyes open wide, mouths gape, friends tap each other on the shoulder and try to be subtle about pointing out the smokin’ chick in the ridiculously short skirt who just straddled the barstool.

In that setting, it’s inevitable that other people are going to see, but that’s part of what makes it so exciting—the thrill of getting caught. And, besides that, it’s a huge turn-on for me to see these other guys, many of whom are certainly out on a single’s circuit prowl, ogling my sexy wife. They sometimes approach her, occasionally make little advances, but that’s all part of our game, and I understand it. What guy doesn’t want to go home with the hottest girl at the bar?

So yeah, they’re looking, coveting, but that’s cool. Maybe we’re helping fulfill one of their special reveries, and maybe someday they’ll figure out why it’s such an absolute joy to be married to the main character in all of their fantasies.

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Comments

Rydell - it was such a pleasure to hear from a fellow traveler. I've got a few years on you - we've completed 20 and are well into 21 years and I fantasize about my wife constantly. I've found that writing about those fantasies is a great outlet for my thoughts and a great motivator of new ideas. I started keeping them about 5 years ago and probably have at least 50-60 of what I call 'missives'.

The great new is that what she use to ignore - she now takes seriously and is working to make some of them come true.

Thanks for the great essay.

12/15/2009
deesm111  

You said this so well. It's something I've been thinking about for a few years that I want my wife to understand. It's helped in our communication.

12/23/2009

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