“I think I’d be too distracted even I let him watch,” said Miranda to my wife and me. “It would make me laugh too much.” Miranda covered her face and laughed into the palm of her hands. She stamped her feet with schoolgirl embarrassment. The possibility of her and her husband, Henry, joining my wife and me for an evening of bedroom fun had her unnerved but curious. We were at a table in the back of the venue where Henry’s band was playing that night. Henry and my wife, Elaine, had known each other for many years and we were excited to watch Henry’s band on the tour’s final leg.  He had asked Elaine and me to hang out with his wife since he’d be busy during his visit and couldn’t join us until after the gig. Most importantly, Henry wanted his wife to get to know Miranda and I better. “Much better,” he had said.

Henry lived a sexually open lifestyle as a traveling musician, having only been monogamous since marrying Miranda during the past year. Miranda was fully aware of Henry’s decision and had agreed to explore the possibility of opening their marriage when he was done touring. That time was now. He was at the last venue at the end of his tour, and he wanted Miranda to get to know us because of his relationship with my wife, Elaine.

Although Elaine and Henry had been great friends for many years, it had been nearly five years since their relationship had changed. Elaine had shared a desire to explore a sexually open marriage and that Henry had opened the door to exploring her fantasies, her needs. I too was friends with Henry and had always known of his desire for my wife, though it had never been discussed directly between him and me. The tension between my wife and Henry had increased over the years and only intensified the longer they avoided their desires. As Elaine assured me that nothing had yet happened between her and Henry, I could see in her eyes that she wanted him. I suppose I could have said no. I am certain that would have not stopped them from getting together. But I knew Elaine had no desire to divorce me and pursue Henry, a foolish endeavor to be sure. So, we agreed to explore together, to invite Henry to join us in the bedroom.

Watching my wife fuck Henry, cum on his cock, and suck his orgasm from him on that first night set us down a path of no return, a path that pushed the boundaries of what marriage was supposed to be to what it could be, maybe even should be. It had been the best decision we could have made for us. Henry joined us at our home whenever he was in town. We frequently traveled to his concerts and joined him in his hotel, and, on occasion, on the tour bus. Tour bus orgies became some of our favorite nights.

Then Henry met Miranda and he had a change of heart. He no longer participated in orgies. He made sure that Elaine and I understood why he no longer wanted to join us as a threesome. Henry had found someone who felt different to him emotionally, and he wanted to see where that went before moving his relationship with Miranda into the less sexually restrictive life he preferred. They were married only a few months after they met. Miranda knew from the beginning that Henry wanted their marriage to open eventually. Now, after being on the road for so long, and after long discussions with Henry, Miranda had agreed to meet Elaine and me to decide if she could open her marriage.

“What’s wrong with laughing during sex?” I asked while filling Miranda’s beer glass. We had shared a pitcher of beer during the first set and were working on our second.

“I don’t know,” she said. “Just not sure I could have him watch.”

“Would you prefer to be in a separate room,” asked Elaine. “We have done that before and it is definitely less distracting. It depends on what you want from the experience. Do you need to be alone to enjoy or do you want to be in the same room with Henry? Watching him? Hearing him? You have so many great choices.” Elaine laughed and sounded more like a cheerleader than a friend. Miranda’s hands covered the bottom half of her face. Her eyes were wet from laughing, and maybe a little embarrassment. Her eyes darted between us with excitement, curiosity, and uncertainty. Miranda had made it clear that she wanted to join Henry in opening up their marriage but that she had never been with more than one man in a relationship, or in a room for that matter, before. The idea of all four of us together seemed overwhelming.

Miranda reached for her beer and turned her gaze toward the stage. I could tell she was pondering Elaine’s questions and maybe more. Elaine inched closer to Miranda in the booth. She ran her hand into the crook of Miranda’s arm and softly massaged her forearm. Miranda smiled and returned her attention to Elaine and me. “What if I want to watch him, but I don’t want him to watch me?” she said…..

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