“I just wouldn’t want to know. I’d be too…nervous and worked up before it happened.” That’s what my wife said to me when discussing the possibility of a threesome. Moments before that she had finally admitted that, after so many years of a faithful marriage, that feeling a different man was something she could now admit to desiring. We had what others called “the ideal marriage.” People wanted what we had. And, in truth, we really did have it all. Married young, right out high school. We were both went to college. In the middle of raising our kids and doing all the school and community activities that go along with adulthood, we were looked to for marital advice and wisdom. “How do you do it?” We got this question all the time.

“Communication and openness to each evolution of the relationship over the years,” is what we would say. It sounds simple but takes work. And, well, we just worked at it. But there was a taboo side to our relationship that others did not know, could not know if we were to maintain the “perfect marriage” mystique. What we had only discussed in secret, behind closed doors, and in small whispers, was my desire to explore sex with other people. Danika, my wife, was not so quick to agree. But, because it was something I desired, we talked about it, a lot. And then we fantasized about it, a lot. Then Danika started having orgasms when she imagined fucking another man. And then I learned that, at times, she was even masturbating to the thought of fucking another man. For Danika to admit that maybe it was time for us to follow through with our fantasy, with her fantasy, came as a bit of a shock to me. I never actually believed she would do it. I believed it would remain a part of a great fantasy that enhanced our bedroom fun. How she got to this point, I was not sure, but I was certainly interested in seeing where we could go with it.

The question was with whom should Danika have sex outside our marriage? Not an easy answer, as it turned out. Danika did not want to know the person, yet she wanted to be comfortable with them. She wanted it to be spontaneous, but spontaneity was not her personality. She was a planner. She did not really like surprises. We questioned whether she could really let go. Could she be spontaneous and hook-up with a stranger? Could she possibly fuck a friend or co-worker? None of these seemed to meet with an immediate yes.

Since Danika could never be able to answer these questions in a way that gave us both confidence that she would follow through, I made it my secret mission in life to fulfill this fantasy. I was to be the ‘set-up guy.’ She agreed to let me arrange a meeting with a man of my choosing for her to enjoy. He had to be respectful of her boundaries and know that he was an addition to our sexual fun, not the center of attention. If he could do those simple things, he could be with my wife. He could fuck her, fulfill her fantasy. He would play a role in evolving our marriage.

After a month of tremendous stress at work and home, Danika told me that we needed a weekend away. A mini vacation to get away and recharge. From time-to-time, we would run away from our lives for a weekend, or at least I would try. Danika was an organizer, always planned her “spontaneous” weekend getaways. Always. And this was perfect for me as a set-up guy. All I needed to know was where we were going to be and when we were going to be there for me to help Danika be with another man. The challenge for me was finding the right guy from a distance.

As part of our sexual evolution, Danika and I dabbled with social media. We set up anonymous accounts and got to know others from around the world. The benefit in this had been that we both had been able to find virtual sex-partners with which we sexted, masturbated, but had never actually met. Because we had always agreed to be transparent, I decided to do a little digging into where some of her sexting partners lived. There were three men that my wife had sexted frequently. And by frequently, I mean daily. And by daily, I mean, on some days, they sexted all day long. These men would be prime candidates. She “knew” them. They “knew” her. They had orgasmed together from afar. Could I, by chance, connect my wife with one of them?

One man had been Danika’s most vigorous sexting buddy. It was clear that the two of them had almost become friends over the year or so they had been in touch. She was fond of him, based on how she talked so adoringly to him. And he seemed to like her. I decided that he was the right man for Danika. I looked at his profile but could not tell where he lived. He and Danika texted about not being too far away from each other, however. Danika and I lived in St. Louis and this guy seemed to live somewhere near Chicago, maybe? I could not be sure. But that was an easy flight, train ride, or drive to Minneapolis, where Danika had decided she and I would fly for our weekend getaway.

I opened my social media account and messaged the man. I told him that I knew this was going to sound strange and that he probably would never believe it, but, “ I want to pay for you to go to Minneapolis and, well, fuck my wife,” I sent in a message to him. His response came back barely an hour later.

“Dude, are you serious right now?!” said Tate69, which was his social media account name.

“I am,” I messaged back. I told Tate69 my wife’s social media name and told him the whole story about her interest in being with another guy, someone safe, and someone she liked. I told him that I would be there too and reassured him that there would be no jealousy, only Danika’s pleasure. I told him that I had read all their texts and believed he was the right man to fulfill her fantasy…..

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