Suzanne slipped quietly out of bed. I opened one eye and watched her cross the room. Her 18 year old body was firm and shapely. A year in the tropic climate of the Philippines had been good to her. Her fair skin was now a shade of golden brown. In addition to few pounds of baby fat, she had also shed a lifetime of inhibitions. Something about being a world away from family and friends was liberating to my wife and I. Sexually, we wanted to try everything; break every taboo; experience life to its fullest. We tried to cram into every day the most of everything. With no one to pooh pooh us, we tried it all, without regret.
She looked over her shoulder at me in bed. I blew her a kiss and she pretended to catch it in the air. "I'm thirsty," she said. "Can I bring you a drink?"
"Yes, please." I answered.
Suzanne stepped into the kitchen. Our flat was small; little more than a studio apartment. The kitchen was at the front. A large slatted window faced out into the courtyard. The slats were open and Suzanne was bathed in sunlight as she opened the refrigerator door.
"If anyone walks by they're going to get a pleasant surprise." I said.
"Its early," she answered. "nobody will see.
Besides, I thought you liked me naked."
"I love you naked," I replied. "I'm sure that there
are a lot of people who would love to see you that way too."
"Well, they can't," she said "I'm all yours."
"I like showing you off," I said. "Its nice to know that my wife is desirable and that other men might fantasize about seeing you nude."
Suzanne closed the refrigerator and returned to bed with two sodas. "It wouldn't bother you if someone else saw me naked?" she said.
"I don't know," I answered. "it might be a turn on for us both."
"Its Saturday," she said "Romeo will be here to wax the floors and pick up the laundry. I could meet him at the door this way. How would you like that?"
Romeo was our houseboy. A luxury we could never afford in the States. He came once a week to clean the flat and do our laundry. In his mid 40s, he looked half that age. He spoke near perfect English, but had never been out of the Philippines. He liked looking at our magazines and hearing stories about America. He hoped to visit the States one day, but would probably never realize that dream.
We always overpaid him and he was grateful for the American booze and cigarettes we gave in spite of the laws that said such gifts were illegal. I made a point of leaving my Playboy magazines out for him to look at. He told me that he thought American women were very beautiful and was amazed by the size of their breasts. Filipinas were, as a rule, slight of build with small breasts. Joe was a man after my own heart; a titman.
"I think that he would be most appreciative," I answered. "There's no way that you'd ever do it, but I think Joe would love it."
"I asked you would think of it. " Suzanne persisted.
"It doesn't matter," I said. "You'd never do it."
"You're not daring me are you?, " she said. "because if you are, I might just do it."
"You want me to dare you?" I laughed. "Is that what you want?