A seemingly simple game changed the lives of my wife and I forever and in dramatic and wonderful ways.
Our game grew slowly. I started it by my doing what most guys do which was to admire an attractive young woman. The thing is, she was sitting near my wife and I in a local restaurant and, to watch her, I had to try and split my attention between my wife and the hot blonde. I thought I had been discrete as I don't want to be rude to my wife, Rachael, by ogling other women in her presence.
"Okay, guy," she had given me a wry smile. "I saw where you were looking when you thought my attention was elsewhere."
Crap. I had been caught. Okay, I'm a human and I haven't given up on admiring members of the opposite sex just because I'm married. I am not overtly lecherous about it, I hope, but a quick look at another thing of beauty should be okay. Right? Still, doing this with my wife just a few feet from me was just plain dumb.
"What's so great about her, fella?" My wife playfully batted her blue eyes at me as she said this. She turned to visually examine the young woman.
"Nothing special. I was just, uh, you know, uh, well, trying to, uh, well, see what they were eating over there at that table." Okay, even to me this sounded lame.
"Sure, you were Rick," she laughed. "Actually, it's kind of cute in a marginally stalkerish kind of way. But tell me, is it her big tits, and they are? Her face which is quite cute? What got your attention? Oh, and you're not in trouble, I find this rather fun."
I thought long and slow before answering. "Sorry, I should have kept my eyes on you. You're beautiful and the only one I have eyes for." I was right in my appraisal of her. At fifty, my wife had grown even more attractive as she matured. Still slim and somewhat athletic. Her almost shoulder-length hair had a mix of grey with auburn. And her face is still beautiful. I knew that other men admired her, and I could see that Rachael enjoyed the attention.
She laughed out loud and almost spilled her glass off merlot. "Look, other than the weird fact that she is probably young enough to be our daughter, it's okay that you check out other women once in a while if you're not weird about it. I check out guys all the time."
"You do?" This left me dumbfounded. Yes, she would openly comment on the appeal of some male character in a movie or TV show, but I had not observed her checking out other men while we were out and about. I guess she was just better at stealth ogling than me.
"Of course, I do, and this is not about me. It is about that luscious young woman there. Still, I would like to know just one detail which you found so appealing about her. Trust me, this won't get you in trouble. It might just get you laid when we get home."