It was a Saturday night. We had been to a show, got home about 11 PM, and were channel surfing, looking for another hour's entertainment before going to bed.
"I hadn't seen that," Josie – she'd rather be called that than Josephine -- said as we through the list of offerings. Zebra Lounge was just starting.
"Neither have I." I clicked on the remote's Info button, and learned the movie was about a suburban couple who took a walk on the wild side.
"Maybe not that movie," my wife said. "I don't like that theme."
"It's the only thing that looks interesting," I reminded her. "Let's watch for a little while."
The movie started slowly with the couple confessing to each other about how each had an almost transgression, then deciding their sex life needed improvement. It moved on to them thinking about swinging. They placed an ad in a swinger's magazine, went through the replies, and then finally met an experienced couple.
The first swinging/seduction scene stirred a huge response in me. The other guy – being acted by one of the Baldwin brothers -- began seducing the wife and it was the sexiest thing I had seen in years.
My own wife was looking more at me than the TV. "You like that?"
I told her I did, and saw she wasn't happy. "I'm going to bed," she said. I watched until the end of the scene and went to bed too, hard and horny.
Josie wasn't responsive at all. "I hated that movie," she told me, "it completely turned me off."
"Why? I thought it was really sexy."
"I saw the way you were looking at that seduction, Chuck. The thought of you enjoying that, seeing a guy having sex like that with a woman who was not his wife drives me crazy, it makes me feel insecure, it makes me feel bad, and inadequate, all kinds of negative things. It makes me think maybe you need more than I can give you. I saw you looking at what was going on, and I could imagine you were thinking what it would be like if you were that guy about to have sex with the other man's wife. Maybe it's a man thing, but if ever you did that I don't know what I would do. I couldn't take it." I heard a sob.
"Honey, you can't be more wrong," I told her.
"Wrong? It's dead wrong, there's no question about it. I saw how intensely you were watching," she said, "we've been married long enough for me to know you pretty well, you were really turned on. You came to bed wanting to have sex. It's obvious, you were projecting yourself into that scene, having sex with another woman and that's what you'd be thinking about when you were fucking me." I thought she was going to cry!
"You're right and you're wrong," I said.
She made a "huh?" sound in the middle of a sniffle.
"I did come to bed wanting sex, but you're wrong about the reason."
Enough light was spilling into the bedroom from the night light in the hall so I could see her sit up to look at me. "What other reason could there be?"
"Josie, honey, when I was watching that seduction scene, I wasn't thinking about me being the guy. What really turned me on was thinking about you being the woman. I didn't think about me being the guy doing the seduction, I thought about how it would be if you were in that scene, if you were willingly seduced while I was watching. That's the idea that really got to me. And what I would be thinking about, if we had sex, was how it would feel to be a man making love to you for the first time, and how you would feel, feeling a different man in you like that."
The room went silent for a few breaths. "The thought of you having sex with another woman really upsets me," Josie finally said, "and you're telling me the idea of me having intercourse with another man excites you?"
"I thought of how sexy you can be, and when I was watching the movie I was seeing you being seduced and it really touched something in me."
"Oh." She settled back onto the bed. "I'm not sure that's any better than you having another woman," she said. "I need to think about that." In a little while her breathing went smooth, she was asleep.
I was horny and erect but after a while I went to sleep too.
We woke up together the next morning. Sunday mornings for us often started with sex: I wondered if last night's discussion would stop that tradition. Josie rolled toward me, her leg moved over mine. Well, that was promising, that's the way she often started foreplay. I held her close, and she put her hand on my chest. Oh yes, this was going to happen. I stayed still, concentrating on every sensation and was pretty sure there was more than the usual warmth where her groin was pressing against my hip.
Then her hand migrated lowed, onto my belly.
"YES!" I thought, all had to have been forgiven about last night. Her fingers moved under my pajamas, and then -- she does this so well, she has a magic touch -- they caressed my erection. "You feel good," she said as she stoked me.
"And that feels good, too," I told her as her fingers moved along my very erect penis.
Her touching me led to me undressing her, kissing her. I was fondling her breasts, teasing her very willing vagina.
She stopped me for a moment. "Chuck, I want to congratulate you on thinking fast last night. I don't believe your story for a minute, but I admire your fast thinking."
"You're wrong if you're thinking I was lying," I told her, "but we can talk about that later. For now, though. . ."
It was great sex! I may be forty five (she's forty three), we may have been married for nine years, but sex was always fresh and new with her.
So she didn't believe me when I told her it was her being seduced that excited me? I thought about how to bring that topic up again. I thought about it when we had sex the next Tuesday night and when we had sex on Thursday. I didn't talk about it, but thought about it, thought about what another man would be thinking and experiencing if it was his penis in her, if he was looking down at her slender and fit body, and at that face, those lips, and what he'd feel if he looked down between the two of them and saw his cock moving in her. And I thought about how I might feel if I knew that was happening, or watching that happen.
I recognized it was an experience I wanted to have.
Sunday morning came -- today, I decided, was the day I was going to tell her. I took the sexual initiative that morning. When we were both awake I rolled toward her, kissed her. She kissed back with a comfortable pre-sex kiss, fully expecting the transition to foreplay.
It would be a different kind of foreplay today.
"I want to take you on a sexual trip this morning. I want to work on your mind and your body." I told her. "Ready to take off?"
"Sounds like fun," she said. "You're the pilot: fly me."
A kiss or two later I mentally crossed my fingers, swallowed hard -- not that she knew that, of course -- and whispered "Do you remember last weekend, when I told you what excited me was the thought of you being seduced?"
She stiffened a bit: "It was a clever lie. It really wasn't all that original, but it was clever, and you're forgiven. Now do what you said, fly me."
I kissed her and reached under the sheets, pushing at her pajamas bottoms -- she helped and kicked them off -- then unbuttoned her top until she could pull it over her head.
I pulled the sheet back over her.
"I'm naked under this sheet, and you're not," she said when her hand drifted down until it found my erection. "Mmm, judging from that thing, it won't be for long, will it? Was that Freudian, saying it won't be long? It feels long enough."
I was caressing her arm and shoulder. A second later she said "I'm ready for you to take advantage of me," while she fondled that part of me that would do the taking.
She was on her back, mostly covered with the sheet, her legs were slightly opened, eyes closed. I had a turned on wife.
"Honey?" I said it softer than a whisper.
"Mmm?" She made a noise in reply.
"You don't have to touch me now," I told her. "But I like too," she objected. "I like it too, but right now I want to give you pleasure, this is going to be all about you." I took a deep breath, then whispered into her ear "Put your arms over your head, stretch out really tall. It's the start of the trip I promised. Ready to go?"
"You don't have to do anything special, but you make it sound nice," she said. She moved around a little, got comfortable, then extended her arms and asked "like this?"
I didn't answer in words but spent a moment or two caressing her, feeling her respond.
"Keep your eyes closed, OK? Remember that guided imagery relaxation course we took? Do that. Empty your mind, just concentrate on what my fingers feel like when they touch you. Then I want to talk about something while I touch you, I want to guide you to some sexy images. You have no idea how excited I'd be if you let me do that," I whispered. "Would that be OK?"
She nodded her head.
I know my wife pretty well, and thought, or hoped, that she'd be receptive to what I wanted to do. It was time to find out.
"Remember that I told you thinking about you being seduced excited me? Let's imagine together that you were being seduced right now. I'll do the seducing. Would you mind?"
There was a pause: did I go too far? She moistened her lips again, and then said "No, if it pleases you you can imagine that."
