"I have a confession," said my husband as we sat at our kitchen counter having our morning coffee.
"What kind of confession?" I asked, not sure if this was going to be something serious, or a confession about breaking a dish and not telling me.
I guess he could see the concern on my face when he said, "It's nothing bad just something that happened and I'm not sure how to explain it."
"The best way is to just tell me," I said.
"You're right, last night at the cook-out I noticed a young guy staring at you, he watched you every where you went."
"Who was it?" I asked.
"I'm not sure exactly, I think he was introduced to us when we first got there, but I wasn't paying that much attention. He was lean with curly dark hair, a handsome young man. He had on white shorts and a blue tee-shirt."
"Oh, that was Jay, Irene and Dave's son. He's 18 and going to college in the fall. I did notice him watching me and I was kind of flattered," I said with a smile.
"Yeah that's right, now I remember being introduced."
"So what's the confession?" I asked.
"I think after the build up you're going to think this is silly, but here goes. I noticed that he was looking at you as you moved around the party and, as you know, when you would bend over people could see your cleavage."
"Just a little maybe," I said, again with a smile.
"I know, you weren't hanging out or anything like that, but I noticed Jay would always move into a position that would give him a better view," he said.
"Gee now I am feeling flattered, so what's the confession? " I said.
"Well while I was watching him peeking down your blouse, I got a hard on," he said with a laugh, realizing how silly it sounded.
He continued, "Seeing a young man looking at you that way was such a turn on to me. I had to sit down so the bulge in my pants wouldn't show."
"Oh my God, that is so funny," I said while laughing. "You pervert you!"
"I'm glad you find it funny and don't think I really am a pervert, "he said.
"I think it's cute and sexy too," I said.
"There's another part of my confession."
"There's more?"
"Last night while we were having sex I was fantasizing about him seeing you naked," he blurted out.
"I'm not so sure I like that you had to fantasize while making love to me," I said, getting a little pissed.
"No it wasn't like that Gloria, the thought would just pop into my head every once in awhile."
"Yeah, well next time clue me in on your fantasy and I'll decide if it's one I approve of," I said.
"Do you approve of the one I had?" he asked.
"Actually the thought of having a handsome 18 year old staring at me is very sexy," I answered.
The idea of being seen naked by a younger man was something I found myself fantasizing about over the last few years. I never mentioned it to my husband and now that he told me about Jay just looking at me, I was finding it more stimulating than he might have thought.
I poured us more coffee and went out by the pool to drink it. My son soon joined us before he went to his summer job. The "confession" wasn't mentioned again that day, but I must admit I did think about Jay a few times during the day.
That night when we went to bed, my husband cuddled up to me and asked if I thought he was weird because he got excited by watching someone peek down my blouse. I told him I didn't and to forget about it.
As we had sex that night I fantasized that Jay was watching us.