My heart was thumping when I returned. I didn't dare hope that she would be actively browsing Fab.
She wasn't...
My phone was lying on the bed next to her and she was back on her tablet. My heart sank. So much for that idea. I would just have to bide my time and wait for the next opportunity, although it would probably be best not to push the matter too hard for a little while.
Oh well, I least I had Beth and Chloe. And always the prospect of a little extra fun elsewhere too. It wasn't like I was desperate. But still I was disappointed. I so wanted my wife to embrace this lifestyle with me. Ultimately I wanted her to be going out on her own meets, with women, men and couples, and coming home to me, freshly fucked and glowing.
As I was about to climb into my side of the bed she picked up the phone. At least it appeared she was acknowledging it, although I knew she was going to say something dismissive. But at least it would mean that she had looked at it. There had been at least some curiosity, something to maybe work with in a little while.
"Are these real?" she asked
What?
She unlocked the phone using the main space password I had given her - after all, I had no secrets, right? - and held it up to show me. The screen still showed Fab, still showed the search result, but not the top results, these women were offline.
She had looked! And she had looked enough to have scrolled down past all the women who were online now!
At that realisation my pulse instantly quickened. Be calm, don't be too excited, don't say anything crass... don't fuck this up!
I shrugged, "I presume so" I replied.
"Wow!"
Now, was that a good 'wow!'? As in 'look how much fun I could have' . Or was it an incredulous 'wow!'? As in 'can you believe people do this'
Time to go for it. I had taken the phone and was scrolling back up, back towards the online profiles. As I did, I saw Karen's profile. Offline. Never mind , it was in the list, that was the most important thing.
I looked at my wife "I'm serious you know" a pause for effect. "If you really are interested in playing with another woman, I don't mind. I wouldn't feel threatened by it or anything"
This was it...
"I don't know..."
Yes! That 'I don't know' was as good as a 'yes' to me. Simply because it wasn't a 'no'. I knew this wasn't an easy step for anyone to take, I knew she would have to really think about it and that there would be steps forwards and steps backwards on her journey. But it looked like she might be prepared to start walking.
And then she said "I do wonder what it would be like"
Oh shit. I had reached the top of the list and was trying to stop my hands shaking with excitement "Did you go into any of these?" I asked.
"A couple" and at that point she snuggled up to me, her head on my shoulder, so she could see the screen better.
Oh my god! We were about to browse profiles on Fab, looking for potential bisexual lovers for my wife!
Of course I knew the profile I wanted her to look at, but I couldn't just go straight there. So I looked at the first one. She was 50 and lived 20 miles away. She was 5'4", just a bit taller than my wife and described herself as average. She had public pics, but I skipped them, for now. I scrolled down to her profile. It was short. It said that she was married, her husband didn't know she was here and she was looking for someone for regular fun, not lots of one off meets. She would want to meet socially first.
Now I went back to her pics, hoping that she had some nice ones there. The first one was a body shot, minus the head, taken in front of a mirror, showing her in a matching set of underwear, including stockings and suspenders. No verbal reaction from my wife, but I noticed that her breathing had become a little heavier.
The second picture was essentially the same, but the woman was now topless. My wife pushed in a little closer. She wanted to see!
"Can you make it bigger?"
I knew I couldn't, but tried anyway and got the message that you needed to be a site supporter to do that.
"So you have to pay to be on here?"
"Yes, but only for some things, I think. You can use most of it for free, but it's only £5 if you wanted to pay for extras, just as a one off" I read from the screen.
She didn't reply to that, instead she just said "She's got nice boobs"
"It says she is online now. You could say 'hi'. It doesn't have to lead to anything"
"God no!"
Oh... I should have known it was too good to be true.
"She's married and looking to sneak around. I couldn't be doing with all the drama. Besides she wants someone to see regularly. I don't think I would be looking for that just yet"
Holy fuck, there it was! She was already thinking about what she was looking for.
"So what would you be looking for?"
She didn't look at me, instead she continued talking to my chest. "I don't know, just someone to talk to, perhaps. Someone to try it with, who wouldn't mind if I was nervous and didn't know what to do"
"OK. I'm sure there must be someone"
I was scrolling down the list of results again, slowly, whilst we were talking. Dare I try Karen's profile next? Would it look suspicious?
But then my wife, in her first attack of cold feet, moved away and said "I don't know. Anyway, this is silly. It's late. I need to sleep"
To be fair to her, that wasn't an unreasonable response. I could imagine the turmoil inside her head.
I said "OK", but added, "let me just have a quick look to see if there is anyone better for you"
I went to Karen's profile, but waited for a minute before saying anything.
"This one sounds nice" I said. And she did. The key part was that she said that she was intelligent and educated, didn't suffer fools, but wasn't a diva either. She was just looking for fun, unless you were George Clooney, or his wife. Or both of them. She was easy going and didn't bite, unless you wanted her to. She was happy to chat on Kik with the right people and would be willing to meet socially, if that's what was required.
Her pics, were great, very sexy. She said had a few done professionally and I thought my wife would like them. But all my wife said was "go to sleep".
OK. Well time to take matters into my own hands.
"You should send her a message" I said.
No response, as expected.
So I wrote one quickly, as my wife, and sent it.
"I sent her a message"
Now my wife responded. She turned to look at me "What did you do that for"
"It's OK, I just thought she seemed nice. Don't panic, she probably won't reply anyway. You don't have anything on this profile, pictures or anything, so she will probably ignore it"
She just tutted and turned back over.
Now, all I needed to do was message Karen on Kik first thing tomorrow, before she deleted the message, and explain who "want more 123" was...
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