The discussion the next morning was more revealing than I'd expected, and cleared up a lot of questions I'd had about my wife's sudden change in attitude and behavior. I'd always known bits and pieces about Mandy's college roommate, and their college days, what I didn't know was that my wife's best friend in the world, at least during her college days was now dying, and working on her bucket list, which she'd apparently discussed at length with Mandy. That list included things she'd wished she'd done in her wilder, younger years. Such racy things, like trying to win a wet t-shirt contest, streaking, having sex with more than one man at once, having sex with her high school crush, and the list goes on. It seemed to me that most of the things she regretted doing, or at least the ones she and Mandy discussed, were sexual things, put aside by a more conservative lifestyle, the same kind of lifestyle Mandy had embraced for our entire married life.
"When I talked to her, it got me thinking. If I hadn't met you, what would I have done differently? To be honest, I haven't had sex with too many guys. I mean, I know you were more active than I was when we met, but part of the reason I fell in with you was how you treated me on that first date, and how you treated me when we had sex the first time. You made me feel like something really special, that how it felt for me was more important than you getting off. You're the only man that I ever done it with who was like that. Most of the guys I had sex with were more concerned with their end than mine. Was that the kind of husband I was destined to have? Was that the kind of husband most women had?"
"Why not just ask them?"
She laughed softly. "First thing I did. I asked my friends at a Mary Kay party. We were talking and comparing husbands. You know, how big, how good an orgasm, who finished first, that kind of thing. Only a couple thought their sex life was great, and a few even felt a little cheated after hearing about how you treat me in bed. I mean, you practically treat me like a queen in bed."
"I do?"
"Lover, for all practical purposes you worship my body with yours. I couldn't ask for a more tender, considerate lover. But maybe sometimes I take that for granted. What if I hadn't met you? What if I'd have settled for one of those other guys?"
"What do your friends say?"
"Most of them wish they'd have tried more partners, some even suggested trying you out, to see if you're really everything I bragged about."
"Oh boy. Just what I need."
"Actually, maybe it is. What man hasn't fantasized about having sex with more than one woman at a time? You seemed to enjoy Jen and I together, would you object to trying with someone else?"
I tried to look at her face, but with her head on my chest, I couldn't, and she wasn't helping. "Why?" I finally asked.
"Actually it's something a little crazy. Trish said she had sex with two guys at once, it was mind blowing. She'd never tried anything that wild and it was eye opening. I guess I'm curious now."
"You're telling me that having sex with Ron is just a warmup? "
She stroked my chest with her fingers. "I'll never go behind your back and do anything you don't want, but it'd mean a lot to me if we could try this once."
"I guess that's your way of saying, I'd better find a way to be comfortable with you having sex with Ron."
"It'd help. But if it doesn't work for you, I'll drop the whole idea."
"But you really want to try this. Why?"
"Trish said most of her regrets in life were not having experienced more sexual things. She even paid a strip club to let her dance on stage, going full nude. She said it was one of the most exhilarating things she'd ever done. It was exciting and terrifying at the same time. After riding that bull last night, I can imagine a little how it must feel."
"I don't see you doing that, lover. I mean, you won't even wear a bikini to the lake."
"I might, now."
"I'll believe it when I see it." I chuckled.
"You're changing the subject. We were talking about you having sex with two women at the same time."
"No, we were talking about you having sex with two guys at the same time, and keeping me busy with their wives."
"Amazing how you pieced that together."
"Let me guess: two of your friends who were more than just making noise when they suggested trying me out?"
"It seems like a win-win. Both would get to sample you for an evening, and they'd convince their husbands by letting them gang up on me."
"And there would be no way for me to protect you if they started to do what you didn't want."
"That's part of it. I'd be physically safe, but no, they'd be free to do whatever they wanted that didn't physically hurt me."
"And you want me to agree to this?"
"Eventually."
"You're already ready to do it with Ron, aren't you?"
"Well, actually, no. I was last night. If he'd asked me to do what you did, I would have and would probably have climaxed there too. But now, this morning, I still want to, but also I'm afraid to. I'm afraid it won't feel good, I'm afraid how it will make you feel, and I'm afraid that if I don't, I'll miss something I'll wish I tried later. Does that make sense?"
"It all sounds to me like you're pretty conflicted. There's nothing that says we have to do any of this."
"No, but I don't want to end up like Trish. She probably won't make it 'till Christmas, and there's a lot on her wish list she never did."
"Such as?"
"Scuba diving. She's always wanted to try that. And she wanted to be trained."
"In what?"
Mandy lifted her head and looked at me. "Not trained in something, trained by a group of someones."
"Huh?"
"Sometimes you are such a boy-scout! Having a train run on you is when a whole bunch of guys fuck you one after another."
"Oh. Tell me that isn't on your list!"
"For now, two is my limit," she said, resting her head back on my chest.
"Alright. Tell Ellie to set something up and you can do Ron."
She lifted her face and kissed my cheek. "You sure?"
"No. But like I've always done, I'm willing to try anything you ask me. But I draw the line at a train."
"Maybe the other?"
"We'll see how Ron goes."
