Did I just hear him correctly? Did Dillon just tell me that he’s always had a fantasy of watching me be with another man?

“You want to watch me with another man? What does that mean exactly?” I asked, sure that I must have heard incorrectly.

“It’s just a fantasy, Kayla. We don’t have to make such a big deal out of it.”

“We’ve both had lots of fantasies, though, and we’ve had no problem acting on them. How long has this been in your head?”

“Always.”

“Always? So you’ve always wanted me to fuck somebody else?”

“Yes. No. Well, not exactly. It’s not quite that easy.”

“What do you mean it’s not that easy? Do you or do you not have a fantasy of wanting to watch me fuck someone else? That’s what you said, and that’s what the website you were looking at was showing.”

“It’s a fantasy, Kayla. I think you’re incredibly sexy and would love to see you being pleasured from the outside. It’s something I never get to see.”

“Bullshit. We’ve made plenty of tapes together. You can watch those if you want to see me pleasured.”

“I’ve watched those tapes so many times. That’s what got this fantasy going. I just would like to see it live. That’s all.”

“I can’t believe this. Don’t you have to be getting to work?”

“Yeah, but I can push my appointments back a bit so we can talk.”

“No, don’t. I don’t want to talk about this anymore, at least not right now. I’ll be at work when you get home so why don’t we just talk about this tomorrow?”

“Okay, if that’s what you want. This isn’t as bad as you’re making it out to be.”

“Please don’t tell me how to feel. Get to work, and we’ll talk about tomorrow.”

“All right, I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you,” he said as he walked over to kiss me.

“Love you too,” I replied, turning my head, so his kiss hit my cheek instead of my lips.

I stood there while he gathered his things and walked out the door before crumbling down onto the couch. My heart was racing, and I could feel a tension headache forming behind my eyes.

None of what he was saying made any sense. How did he get so jealous the day before and then come home and watch porn about me cheating on him? No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t make myself comprehend it.

I needed someone to talk to about this, but I didn’t want to speak to any of our immediate mutual friends. I was sure that he wouldn’t want anyone in our inner circle to know about this fantasy.

Grabbing my cell phone off the coffee table, I scrolled through my contacts list when I came across the perfect name for the situation.

Meghann was my old college roommate, and she was a bit of a wild child back in the day. I had no idea how much had changed, but last I heard, she’d gotten married and had a couple of kids. We kept in touch on Facebook but hadn’t talked on the phone for quite some time. I dialed the number and hoped she’d be available to talk.

“Hello?” she answered, sounding as though I was waking her.

“Hey Meghann, this is Kayla.”

“Kayla? Kayla Baker?”

“Yeah, it’s me. How are ya?”

“I’m doing really well. How are you?”

“I’ve been better. Do you have a few minutes to talk?”

“Of course. What’s going on?”

“Well, I got a new job and started yesterday. When I got home last night, I jumped on my husband’s computer to fill out some forms and saw that he'd be looking at porn.”

“Porn? No, not that,” she sarcastically said with a giggle. “You know everyone looks at porn, right?”

“Yes, I know that. It’s not the fact that he was looking at porn that has me concerned. It’s the type of porn he was looking at.”

“Oh, you found out he’s into some weird shit, huh? Was it midgets? I bet it was midgets. Fuck!”

“No, it wasn’t midgets. It was cheating wife porn.”

“Cheating wife porn? That’s it? That’s disappointing.”

“What? Disappointing?”

“I’m kidding, but I still don’t see what the big deal is.”

“The big deal is that before I left work, my husband gave me a bunch of shit about the fact that I was doing my hair and makeup to go work around a bunch of men.”

“Was he right?”

“Was he right? No. Well, not really. I got a job in a factory, and most of the people who work there are men, but that’s not why I was doing it.”

“Is there a reason he would think that’s why you were doing it?”

“He says it’s because I never do my hair and makeup for him anymore.”

“Was he exaggerating or is there any truth to that?”

“Honestly? He was right, but I was just doing it to look presentable on my first night. I didn’t have an ulterior motive.”

“You know that, but to him, seeing you get made up for other people and not for him probably hurt his ego. You know how men are.”

“Oh, believe me, I know. The thing was, it’s not just the porn. It’s what he told me after I confronted him about it.”

“What did he tell you?”

“He told me that his biggest fantasy is to watch me sleep with another man.”

“Wow, sounds like you’re a lucky girl?”

“Lucky? He got jealous about me doing hair and makeup to go to work but then tells me he wants to watch someone else have sex with me. Have you ever heard of such a thing?”

“Of course, I’m very familiar with it actually. There’s even a name for it.”

“Yeah, it’s called crazy.”

“No,” Meghann laughed. “There is actually a couple of different names for what you’re describing. It could either be called hotwife or cuckold, depending on what the rules are.”

“What’s the difference?”

“Well, a hotwife situation is when the wife and husband agree to what the rules and limits are. The husband usually has a big say as far as who and when. He also has full veto power. The men in these relationships are referred to as stags, and even though they’re sharing their wife, which is known as a vixen, they’re still ultimately the alpha in her life and should always be treated with respect.”

“Okay, what about the other one?”

“As far as that goes, he would be the cuckold, and you would be the cuckoldress. Cuckolds usually have no say in what the wife does and is often degraded during the sex acts. Some women even put them in a chastity cage and don’t allow them any sort of sexual satisfaction.”

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s what Dillon has in mind.”

“The whole cuckold thing isn’t nearly as common as hotwife.”

“I’ve never heard of either of these things. How do you know so much about it?”

“Oh honey, my husband and I have been living the hotwife lifestyle for years now. It’s a lot of fun getting to experience new partners, but the best part is the reclaiming.”

“Reclaiming? What does that mean?”

“Reclaiming is amazing. After I’ve been with someone else, my husband basically attacks me and ravages me. It brings out some kind of animalistic tendencies in him, and he has to show me that I belong to him. It’s literally the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.”

“How long did your husband keep his fantasies a secret from you?”

“He didn’t as far as I know. He just came up to me one day and said we should try it. It’s actually kind of strange that your husband didn’t just tell you what he wanted. Most men who have this fantasy are eager to tell their spouse about it.”

“That’s what I was afraid of.”

“Is something wrong?”

“I have a sickening feeling that there’s more to this than what he’s telling me.”