On The Edge Chapter 1.

All attempts to move from fantasy to fact proved too painful for my wife. Eventually we parted, still respectful and loving, but different. Now the boot is on the other foot. My young Asian girlfriend is no less loyal than my wife, but she is so much in need of sex that I have to send her home so that I can get my work done. Besides, I am not as young as I used to be and I know I cannot satisfy her fully.

My neighbor, let's call him William", says that I am a lucky guy to have such a horny lady. I agree.

But that doesn't make me a super-stud. Besides, my fantasy content has always focused on "her" pleasure rather than mine.

And now I am in the situation where my partner has the energy and I have more of the dream than the ability.

This weekend we will meet with William for a beer. He has a girlfriend but he also has an interest in my lover. His interest was kindled late last year.

"Sky", my lover, had been remarkably honest about her sexual desire.

"I love older foreign men," she said. But faithfulness to her "lover" was a high priority.

She did admit to one fling in Hawaii, an event which, she said, heightened her appreciation for her own man.

During foreplay she told me of her desire "to play" and "to suck" older foreign men.

"I really want it to be my hobby, but I also want to be loyal to my lover," she often said. Christmas came and it was necessary for me to visit my home country for one month. The thought of leaving was very painful indeed. I knew she would be under great sexual pressure from within herself, and I knew that if she could not be honest with me we would almost certainly part company. She had briefly met William and agreed that he was a gentleman. So I spoke to him about her need and said that she may well contact him while I am away.

His apartment door is just five meters from mine. My lover had the key to my apartment and I told her that I understood her need well. She would spend a few nights here with her girlfriend. On other nights she would have the option of calling on William for a drink, a chat or whatever her heart and her body may require.

And I soft placeured her that I would love her no less for enjoying completely free and uninhibited times with him. The only thing we disagreed on was condoms. Her other burning desire is to have a baby. Fortunately this is not a priority for William who, in separate conversations, felt condoms would be essential. We emailed each other constantly while I was away. She was always on my mind. I wasn't jealous of the probability of sexual activity, but I was terribly worried that her strong sense of loyalty would shift from me to William.

Nevertheless I would not hinder her, except to continually soft placeure her of my love for her. Four weeks later she met me at the airport. It was a most passionate meeting at the end of the automatic walkway. She had obviously spent a lot of time preparing for my return.

We hugged and kissed and didn?t let go until we got into the car. "Did you..

?" "Yes," she replied. I was disappointed and excited.

"Really?" "No," she laughed. I was disappointed and relieved.

We arrived at my apartment and passed William on the path. There was a strange remoteness between them. "They did," I thought. Or was there tension because they didn't? It is now six months since my return. I have not asked William.

I know he is still interested and I am grateful for his respect of my love for her. She is still honest about her desire to ?taste him?, to ?suck him?, to spend a night with him in my futon. She still answers ?yes we did? and ?no we didn?t because I love you.? She often adds that such a relationship cannot be meaningful for them if it is not somewhat private. This was, after all, what I had suggested and as such it represents the nature of the freedom I want my lover to have with me, and from me. And so we come to this weekend.

She will visit me tomorrow.

William told me last week that he would like to have beer with us soon. I asked her if she wanted us to meet with him.

?Yes, ? she replied. I told her that she should be fully aware of our individual desires as men.

?Do you realize, ? I said, looking into her eyes, ?that he is interested in you sexually? Do you know that he wants to touch you, to watch your inner thighs when you sit on the tatami floor, to unveil your breasts? Do you understand that I am, even now, very erotic at the thought of it? Do you want to play him?? ?Yes!? she said, ?but I am afraid.? ?But you want us to meet together and drink?? ?Yes.? ?Really?? ?Yes.? ?Why?? ?I don?t want to because it is dangerous, but that?s also why I want to.? ?I understand.? ?Shall I invite him on our behalf?? ?Yes?.

?Where?? ?Your apartment.

? And so we will meet for a chat and a beer. She thinks she may need to be alone with him after first talking together. Perhaps she doesn?t want this to be obvious. And she doesn?t know how she will approach it, or how he will approach it. In that case she will ask me to leave them in my apartment, my futon. There are things I have to do before work on Monday. And so perhaps it may be good to excuse myself and let their subtlety take its course.

You may consider my approach to matters of sex unnecessarily restrained.

But the reality is that there are not many men I would entrust my lover to. I would like to think that you might be worthy of intimacy with her, if she so desired, but let me tell you a secret. She releases the animal inside her only with men who know how to respectfully tame their animal- before they release it inside her. Perhaps I will send you chapter two the day after tomorrow. Will there be tears of pain or ecstasy?