"Pam, I have a suggestion to spice up our evening."
"Oh, what do you have in mind?"
"I think Gene would like to see more of you."
"More of me or more of my body?"
"More of you and your body."
"Are you kidding? My body can't compete with his wife's body!"
"'Variety is the spice of life!' Besides, I told him you look good naked."
"Thanks a lot! Let me guess: you want to invite him to join us, for the two of you to play with me."
"You read my mind!"
"When the subject is sex, men are single-minded and simple-minded. Ultimately, you want me to engage in foreplay with Gene and let him fuck me."
"Yes."
"Why? Are you fucking another woman, or do you know a woman you want to fuck?"
"I think you would be extremely exciting if you excited Gene and let him excite you."
"So, our sex life is routine, not an 'open marriage,' and you want me to be a sexier, more exciting woman."
"I'd be proud of you and find you very exciting."
"You want Gene to fuck me so that you can fuck Joan! Are they willing to swap?"
"There's no arrangement. Sure, I'd like to fuck Joan, but she's a devout Catholic."
"She certainly dresses to show her body and attract men!"
"That's Gene's influence."
"Then you'd like Gene to fuck me, whether or not you get to fuck Joan."
"Right!"
"I'll think about it. When do you want to share me?"
"Tonight. I told Gene that I'd ask you when I got home and call him."
"You are eager! Will you participate, watch, or leave us alone?"
"You will sit between us on the couch, and we will make out with you."
"Wow, I've never had that much male attention at one time!"
"That should boost your confidence in your sex appeal."
"How far do you want me to let him go?"
"All the way, I hope, but that's up to you."
"Will you watch him take me, if I let him?"
"Oh, yes! I wouldn't miss your performance for the world!"
"A private sex show, with your wife as the porn star! That's heady stuff! What will he tell Joan about where he's going?"
"Joan takes a nap after supper, for hours, to sleep off her drinks. She has anxiety about getting to sleep and getting enough sleep, Gene said."
"Speaking of drugs that make women more susceptible to seduction, but not unconscious, I will need marijuana to relax me. Besides, as you know, it also acts like an aphrodisiac on me."
Meanwhile, Joan was relaxing in her recliner with her second black Russian.
"What's going on with the Osberts? Jack seems to be encouraging Pam to dress sexier and flirt with you."
"They have an open marriage, you know, like the book by that title."
"I know the title but what does the author say?
"Married couples that are too possessive of each other are insecure and deny themselves the chance to spice up their sex lives that have become routine and stale."
"He wants Pam to put out to other men to excuse him fucking other women."
"In theory, both spouses are supposed to enjoy an occasional fling."
"Does he want you to fuck her? She seems to favor you."
"Yes, he does."
"Would you like to fuck Pam? Do you fantasize about fucking her?"
"She is spicing up my fantasy life. A bit"
"Go ahead and fuck her, if she's asking for it! Just don't let Jack think that I'll put out to him!"
"Well, Pam, are you game?"
"I'm ambivalent, between embarrassment at you offering me to another man for sex and the fear that I can't excite him, can't compete with his voluptuous, sexy wife. I hope you didn't promise that I'd lie down and spread my legs for him!"
"Of course not! I said that you'd be high by the time he arrived and open to suggestion, experiment and exploration."
"Oh, I like that: I'll be the undiscovered country, the dark delta!" She giggled.
"Alright, call him. The lady is willing, at least to play a little. I suppose I should change into something less and something more. Do you want me to wear underwear? I think I want some obstacles to protect my modesty and slow his progress."
"Yes, wear something cut low and cut short! Here, light up!"
Pam took a puff and went into the bedroom. She took another puff and surveyed her wardrobe. Nothing else would do but her shortest miniskirt, which had not worn much since college, and her lowest cut blouse, which was white. She changed into black bikini panties and her Fredrick's black padded half-cup bra to show some cleavage. Wow, I'm really getting into the spirit of this! she said to herself. It was 8:30; she would put their young son to bed in his room by 9.
At about 9, Gene arrived. He wore shorts and a short-sleeve shirt outside of them. He had driven all of the way with a hardon, which he had to keep away from jamming the steering wheel. His loose shirt should prevent embarrassment.
Jack encouraged Pam to greet Gene at the door. She smiled but was trembling, and her legs felt weak. He could see her black little bra through her thin, white blouse.
"My, you look pretty, Pam. You should dress like that more often!"
"Oh, thank you! I only dress like this for Jack and with good friends."
She felt like kissing him. The marijuana was working well.
Jack came forward, "I hope you two will become good friends!"
They sat on the couch. It was so soft that Pam's miniskirt rode nearly to her hips, just short of showing her panties. By reflex, she moved her hands to pull the hem down but stopped, recalling the purpose of the miniskirt. Seeing her overcome her inhibition excited both men. Jack, on her right, caressed her upper arm. He nodded for Gene to caress her left arm. They were petting her. Into her mind popped the image in one of Jack's magazines, a two-page spread of the Penthouse Pet, naked and showing her pussy.
