I was cleaning out boxes and deciding what to keep and what to toss and I ran across my old "Magic 8-Ball" I figured I'd keep it around as a curiosity. I put it on the living room coffee table for fun.
A week or so later, my wife had her friend over and we were watching a movie. I guess none of us were in to it, because my wife's friend Lisa picked up the 8-Ball. She rolled the ball around and asked "Is the movie boring?" the ball answered "Yes Definitely" we all had a good laugh and decided to channel surf and find something else.
My wife grabbed the ball and asked "Will my husband get me another glass of wine?" The ball answered "Signs Point to Yes." We all laughed and I got up and got my wife another glass of wine.
When I came back, I picked up the ball and asked "Will my wife kiss me for getting her a glass of wine?" The ball answered: "Very Doubtful." My wife grinned playfully and said, "sorry hon, gotta listen to the ball."
I rolled the ball again and asked "Will Lisa kiss me?" The ball answered "Better not tell you now." Defeated, I sat down and resumed finding something better to watch.
About half an hour into a better movie, Lisa picked up the 8-ball and asked "Will Mike get me another class of wine?" she rolled the 8-ball and the answer was: "most likely." I had a chuckle, and I have a policy, if a pretty woman wants a drink, you get her a drink, so I got up and got her another glass of wine.
When I got back with Lisa's wine, I picked up the 8-ball and asked: "Will Lisa kiss me?" Both women watched intently. The answer was "Without a doubt." I grinned, I looked at my wife, who gave me a quizzical "go for it" look. I handed Lisa her wine and leaned in for a kiss. To my surprise it wasn't a peck on the cheek, it was a lips to lips kiss. (closed lips, but still). I had to admit, it was kind of hot. I think the girls were kind of getting in to it.
Being "the guy" I knew I would look like a total perv if I tried to pursue it and decided to let it play out by itself. About half an hour later, my wife picked up the 8-ball and asked "Will my husband rub my feet?" The ball replied "My reply is no." I laughed and said "Sorry hon, gotta listen to the ball." She frowned a bit and said I was right. I had a minor sense of victory.
My victory was short lived when my wife rolled the ball again and asked "Will my husband kiss my feet." The ball answered: "It is certain." Sensing a minor setback, I got on my knees and, playing along, gave each of her feet a quick peck. She had a wide grin that showed her victory. I said, "that wasn't really fair, you got two rolls." She agreed that, in the future, one roll per person, per turn.
Lisa piped up, "what about my turn?" My wife and I both turned to Lisa, who was giggling, and said "give me the ball." Lisa then asked, "Will Mike kiss MY feet?" She rolled the ball, and the answer was "It is certain." Lisa gloated triumphantly and started taking off her socks and stretched out. My wife gave me a comical "go ahead, you asked for it" kind of look. Amused by the situation, I got down on my knees, and decided I would go with it." I kissed the tops and bottoms of her feet and caressed them gently. My wife looked on with fascination while Lisa leaned back and enjoyed my work.
We were all kind of surprised by what was happening and it was clear no one knew what to do next. I wasn't going to push it, certainly not. I've been married long enough to know that.
My wife then announced "Mike, it's your turn."
I picked up the 8-ball and asked "Will my wife give me a passionate kiss?" I rolled the 8-ball, and the answer was "It is decidedly so." So then I went over to Mary and kissed her. Not surprisingly, she kissed me back, but what was surprising was the intensity. We kissed for several minutes, open lips, exploring each other. We haven't really kissed like that in a long time.
"Is this the game we are playing? We say what we want and if the 8-ball says 'yes' we have to do it? I'm not sure I'm totally comfortable with this." I said. "What are the rules? What are the limits?"
Lisa and my wife, looked at me, then looked at each other, then my my wife said "I'm game...no limits! Simple rules: one question at a time. The last person to quit wins."
Lisa, seeming both excited and nervous, spoke up, "me too."
I was feeling like a Genie had granted me a wish, I was excited, but I was worried. I loved my wife. Lisa was a good friend. A situation like this could easily, and badly, "complicate" my life. While it seemed like one of those rare life opportunities, I felt the cost may be too high. I was looking for the catch. Suffice to say I was reluctant. I said "Can we have a couple rules? Two things: (1) What you ask for is something you really want, don't ask for something so outrageous just to get the person to quit. And (2) No matter what happens, you can't hold it against anyone when the game is over?"
Lisa and my wife looked at each other, nodded and both said, "OK." I thought "here we go."
The order of the game was my wife, Lisa, then me. Mary was up first. She had some to drink, and depending on her mood, could be quite, how do you say it, unpredictable.
Mary grabbed the 8-ball, looked at me, "Does Mike truly love me?" I was worried more than I think I should be, obviously she was more than a little drunk, she rolled the ball and the answer was "Yes -- definitely." I was happy with the answer, and, apparently so was Mary, she pulled me close and gave me a great passionate kiss. After the kiss, I said, "Honey, you know its true, you are the love of my life." I gave her another kiss.
It was Lisa's turn. She looked devious. "Mike will give me a passionate french kiss for at least two minutes." I look at her, a bit shocked, and so did my wife. She continued, "hey, I broke up with my boyfriend months ago and I haven't been kissed in a while. Besides, we all agreed that you can't hold anything against me." She rolled the ball and the answer was "Ask again later." Lisa looked deflated and sad.