My Fishing Buddy (a Fantasy) (Chapt. 1)

This is my most powerful fantasy and it encompasses nearly all of my fetishes. If only I could make this come true. But no reality could possibly match this story that I keep in my head.

My Fishing Buddy (Chapt. 1)

June 1, 2025:  Took my friend Mark fishing in my canoe at a local pond. I had taught him how to fly fish over the past year. We enjoyed hanging out together either having beers, watching football games, or fishing. We had a lot of laughs, but on this particular outing, the conversation took a very unexpected turn. Fortunately, since we always joked and laughed about ridiculous things, it wasn't tense or confrontational at all.

Mark had just caught a big bass and we released it. "Man, I'm glad you taught me how to fly fish. This is awesome!"

"Yeah, I'm glad too. It's great to have someone to fish with on a regular basis. Now if I could just teach you to cast without tipping the canoe over, that'd be great." We both laughed.

"Hey, your wife ... she's so pretty," he commented, changing the subject out of the blue. 

"Uh ... yeah, she is. I'll pass along your comment to her. Thanks."

"Yeah, her hair is so ... wild and thick. I'd love to run my fingers through it and grab hold of it."

Mark had hit on a key thing that I also found attractive about my wife and his comments triggered an illicit image in my head instantaneously -- an image of him grabbing my wife by the hair. I felt my face get hot and my heart raced a little bit. Where was this conversation going, I wondered. I didn't respond.

"Dude, are you blushing?" Mark asked suddenly. "Your face is all red and you went quiet. Are you angry? Or ... it looks like something else." Mark laughed and I just shrugged.

I suddenly felt too intimidated to talk. Mark was a good-looking, athletic guy and he had a very disarming personality. He was really fun to be around and ... and now he was paying attention to my wife and her alluring features. It didn't make me angry, but I retreated from the conversation and couldn't bring myself to respond. At the same time, it didn't make me angry ... in fact, I may have giggle nervously.

"Oh my god ... you've gone silent. Mr. Never-Stops-Talking is speechless! Why? Because I complimented your wife. She's really gorgeous and sexy."

I could feel my face and ears burst into flames. I was so scared, but at the same time, I was nervously grinning uncontrollably.

Mark left off for a few minutes and we eventually caught some more fish. But as we were loading up the canoe into my truck and we were shaking hands, Mark brought up my wife again.

"Hey, so, I think I want to take your wife out on a date," he said as he grasped my hand firmly. "But you're a good guy and I wanted to let you ask her out for me if you'd like."

"Uh ... but ... she's my wife," I stammered nervously. Mark could see I was becoming dreadfully scared.

"Hey, don't worry," he said as he pulled me in for a hug, "Your my friend and I would never want to come between you and your wife. But I think I need to take her on a date. And I think it's best if YOU ask her. But if you're nervous about it, I'll be happy to drop by and ask her out myself."

Again, I went silent and my face was burning with a mixture of humiliation, fear, intimidation, jealousy, and intense arousal. The arousal part was the most confusing.

Mark put both his hands on my shoulders, "You ok, bud? Listen, don't panic. Everything is going to be fine. I just need to take your wife out, that's all. I have no interested in breaking up your family and I probably couldn't steal her away, even if I tried. She loves you. But I need to date your wife, ok? So ... just tell her I asked, ok? And don't worry, this is going to be fun for you, I promise."

I gazed silently at his chest. I couldn't talk more than to say, "Um ... I ... what? ... why?"

"Ok, bro. We good. Let's go fishing again next week and you can tell me what your wife said.

June 2, 2025:

My wife:  "Hey, so how was your fishing with Mark yesterday? Did you get him into any more fish? I know you love guiding people to fish."

"Yeah, we did pretty well. He had a good time," I reported and then paused. "But ... we had a strange conversation."

"Really? Strange how?" she asked with honest curiosity.

"Well, first off, he started talking about how pretty you are and how beautiful your wild hair is," I said, but quickly interjected, "That's not the strange part!"

She laughed, "Wow, that's flattering. But I think we need to find him a girlfriend."

"Yeah ... but wait, there's more. He said he'd love to run his fingers through your thick, wild hair and grab it."

My wife's expression suddenly changed and she went quiet. I could see her blushing just as I had and she got that smokey look in her eyes that I've only seen when she was extremely turned on.

"Ok, we definitely need to find him a girlfriend," she said, laughing nervously.

"Well ... there's something else I need to tell you. And if I don't tell you ... er, ask you, he is going to."

My wife's expression turned serious and she looked straight in my eyes, "Honey, you're scaring me. What is it he threatened to tell me if YOU don't tell me."

"No no ... it's not like that. He just," I was terribly nervous and pausing too much.

"I think you'd better spit it out before I kick you."

"He said he needs to take you on a date," I finally blurted out.

"Wait, what!? Mark said that? That he needs to take me on a date? I don't understand," she said.

"Yeah, he said these nice things about you and then he asked if I would like to ask you, or if he should ask you himself ... if he could take you out on a date."

My wife stared at me silently. She tried to feign a serious expression, but I could see she was more delighted with the attention from Mark than she was annoyed by his impertinence.

"He ... I don't understand," she came back. "He asked you to ask me? If I would go on a date with him? Why would he do that? Why not just ask me himself?"

"He said because I'm his friend and he likes me ... he wanted to give me that opportunity to do the asking. But he said if I didn't want to then he would ask you out on a date. He may have said, if I didn't do it, he would ask you directly."

"Well, that was very upstanding of him ... not to go behind your back and insult me as if I would cheat on you."

I laughed and replied, "Yes, very upstanding of him."

"Well, I mean," she continued, "He could have snuck around you and come by while you're at work and tried to convince me to cheat on you. Which I would never do."

"No no, of course not," I replied. "I trust you completely. I always have," I responded.

After a long pause, I continued, "So ... what should I tell him?"

My wife looked at me with disbelief, "What should you tell him?!"

"Well, yeah," I explained, "He said that if I didn't ask you for him, that he would drop by and ask you out. So what should I tell him?"

She stared at me as if annoyed for a too-long pause. I started getting nervous. I couldn't tell if she was angry or going to make a joke.

"And he said that he really likes both of us and would never do anything to break up our marriage. And that he probably couldn't steal you away from me if he tried. But that he 'really needed to date you'. Those were his exact words."

After a bit she spoke again, "You tell your friend Mark, that it's great that he's so honorable as to be upfront with you. But it's pretty cowardly to ask a girl out through a third party."

"Wait," I protested, "Who's a third party?! I'm your husband. I'm not a third party. Mark is the third party in this scenario. What is it you're saying?"

"What I'm saying is," she said confidently, "He should ask me out himself if he wants an answer."

"Wait, so you want him to ask you out?"

"Yeah! So I can tell him myself that he needs to find some other girl. I'm not gonna be his Friday night pussy."

"Wait, so you're going to say no to him ... because you don't want to be his Friday night fun girl? Or because you love me and wouldn't do that to me?"

"Honey! Don't twist my words around. Please! Of course I love you and I would never date another guy," she insisted, "But I would like to tell him no in person -- face to face."

"So ... just so we're clear here: you want me to tell Mark that you DO want him to come by and ask you out on a date." my hands were shaking and the tips of my ears were burning hot.

Chapter 2: The Talk