Dave had been hiking when he came home just after sunset. His wife Katie was sitting on the couch with a woman, probably around their age, with blond hair, wearing black slacks and a blue cashmere sweater. As usual on winter evenings, Katie had the place nice and warm. Katie looked gorgeous, lounging on the couch in tight jeans and a sexy black top that accentuated her full breasts.
Drinking wine with the attractive petite woman, Katie flashed her brilliant smile and said, "Hey, baby! This is my old friend Cayla, from back in the day. You two haven't met, but I told you about her when we were in Europe."
"It's nice to meet you, Cayla." He smiled and shook her hand. She reminded him of a slightly boyish looking Katie. He remembered being surprised when Katie told him she'd had a crush on Cayla many years earlier but hadn't acted on it. Katie said she'd never had a sexual experience with a woman.
"Cayla and her husband, Bob, lived near us. She, Maggie, and I were pals way back in the day."
"That's great. Welcome, Cayla," he said. "I hate to be rude, but I could really use a shower. But I'll be back shortly."
"No problem, honey," Katie said. "We'll just be here catching up."
As Dave undressed in the bathroom, Katie poked her head in, looking mischievous.
"Remember Cayla was the friend Maggie and I got the sexy nightie for, in hopes it might encourage her husband to finally give her oral sex."
"Oh, that Cayla. The one you had a girl crush on," he teased. "Did the nightie work?"
"I don't know yet. I was just going to ask her about that when you came home," she said, grinning.
"Can I trust you two out there alone?" he joked.
"Of course," she replied, then paused. "Unless you take too long, and we drink more wine." She winked and hurried out the door.
Dave took a long, hot shower, so the old friends could have some privacy. Drying his body in the soft towels, it aroused him to think of the two women in the other room, talking about sex. Figuring they were out of sight in the living room, he hung up his towel in the bathroom and walked naked the few steps to the bedroom. He pulled on some loose pajama pants and shirt before walking back to them.
They weren't talking when he got there. Exchanging quick glances and smiles, they looked like cats that had eaten a couple of canaries. The wine bottle on the table was drained.
"Honey?" Katie asked, followed by one of her signature long pauses.
"Yes, darling?" Dave finally responded.
"Well . . . Cayla and I have been talking about a situation she has at home with Bob. It's kind of an intimate problem, that's been going on for an awfully long time."
Suspecting the general subject, Dave managed an, "Uh huh."
After another long pause, Katie continued. "So, here's the deal. Cayla, you're sure it's ok I share this with Dave?"
"Yes, it's alright," said Cayla, blushing.
"Cayla loves Bob very much," Katie began. "They've been together forever, since they were kids, really. But sexually, Bob has no technique, he doesn't do foreplay, just climbs on top now and then, does his thing quickly, rolls over, and falls asleep. Sometimes he gets her to do a little oral sex on him, but he's never reciprocated or even told her if she's doing what he likes. And in all these years he's never given her a single orgasm."
Cayla nodded slightly, blushing deeply.
Unsure what to say, Dave finally filled the silence. "I'm sorry to hear that. I know from my first marriage how hard it is to have an unsatisfying sex life with the person you love. Do you two talk about it?"
"No," Cayla responded. "He can't talk about anything important or sensitive. And I've been married to him since I was 19, so I don't have any experience of my own to bring to a talk. He's the only man I've ever had sex with. I'm not very interested in porn, and he's opposed to it on religious grounds. So, I have no frame of reference to make suggestions to him." She looked bewildered.
"Do you ever make yourself have an orgasm?" Katie asked, rather directly, Dave thought.
Cayla paused. "I grew up in a very conservative home and have issues with that. Thanks, Mom. I've hardly ever touched myself. But when I have, and from having even quick, bad sex with Bob, I think there's more I could be experiencing. I'm afraid I'll go my whole life never knowing what it can be like."
"I understand that, for sure," Dave replied.
"Cayla and I were talking about what might help them," said Katie, pausing again. "Maybe what she needs is to know what a loving couple with a good sex life do with each other, so she can try to communicate that to Bob and encourage him to try new things and think about her needs."
"That makes sense. But watching even good porn seems out of the question. Would he read how-to books on sex with you, or read erotica together, Cayla?" Dave asked.
"I've never seen him read a book other than the Bible," said Cayla.
"How about working with a sex therapist?"
"I can't even get him to go to a doctor when he's sick, so no way," Cayla replied.
"Cayla and I talked about another possibility," Katie said, now blushing herself, though not as much as Cayla. A pregnant pause ensued.
"Maybe we could help her."
Dave nearly fell off the couch. "Uh, I don't think I understand," he stammered. Eventually he said, "Honey, you know my feelings about including other people in our intimate lives."
"I know and I agree with you, baby. But I'm talking about Cayla just watching as we give her some tips, not really participating with us. That way she'll see what it can be like and take that home and maybe teach Bob a thing or two."
The silence returned.
Dave smiled nervously, not really knowing what was being proposed. The two women stared at him as he thought about Katie's less-than-modest proposal. Given his exhibitionist streak, the idea of having someone watching him and Katie do whatever was being proposed did appeal to him. And it was for a good cause - helping an old friend - so a worthy endeavor, he rationalized. Plus, Katie had told him she'd had a little crush on Cayla, making the whole thing even more charged.
"I guess as long as everyone's in agreement . . . I suppose we could help like that," he said eventually, blushing.
Katie and Cayla quickly hugged and said, in unison, "We agree!"
Katie turned to Cayla, "I love it when Dave gives me a massage. It relaxes me completely and always puts me in the mood to make love. I'm guessing Bob's not big on giving massages?"
"He's never given me one, ever. I've actually only had one massage in my life, many, many years ago."
"Ok, then. Honey, why don't you go get the massage oil so we can show Cayla how you do that. I'll lay this blanket out," motioning to the floor in front of the fireplace.
Walking back to the bedroom, Dave shook his head in disbelief, entirely surprised he was about to give a massage lesson. In the bedroom he picked up the lavender massage oil they kept on his nightstand. He gathered two pillows and their candle, too.
Returning to the living room, he saw Katie had laid out the soft green blanket on the carpet in front of the fireplace. She and Cayla were sitting closely together, next to it, with their shoes off.
"Our candle!" Katie said, smiling. "Ok, my loving masseur-husband, time to give your lesson."
Dave lit the candle as Katie turned off the lights in the living room.
"We like to make a romantic setting, with candles and some nice music playing." Katie came and stood next to Dave at the side of the blanket, Cayla kneeling nearby.
"Well, here goes," he said, feeling self-conscious. Dave took Katie tightly in his arms, smiled at her as he looked into her beautiful blue eyes, then kissed her deeply. Her lips were incredibly soft. Their tongues met. He loved the way she smelled and the feeling of her soft, blond hair on his face and neck.
Dave pulled Katie's blouse up over her beautiful shoulders and hair, handing it to Cayla. He leaned in and kissed Katie's neck and behind her ear, reaching behind her to undo her bra. He lifted it from her shoulders, revealing her luscious breasts and pale nipples in the candlelight. He slid her jeans down to the floor and she stepped out of them, now only wearing sexy little panties.
"This is not how they do it at the massage places in Chinatown," Katie joked to Cayla.
"Probably not," Cayla responded, looking a little more relaxed.
Katie lay on the blanket face down, arranging the pillows under her head. Already warm from the heater, Dave pulled off his shirt, then sat astride Katie's lower back. Katie had left her panties on, so he didn't get completely naked, as he always did when he massaged her.
"Come close so you can see, Cayla" Katie directed. Cayla moved next to Dave, so close their legs touched.
"We love this lavender massage oil," he said to Cayla, warming some between his hands. "See how great it smells?" He held out his palm to Cayla so she could lean in and smell it.
"That's wonderful," she said, smiling.
