It started out as an innocent, light-hearted conversation one night before bed. We'd been married more than twenty years, one kid out of the nest and the other a couple years away from leaving. I'm Mike and my wife is Amy and this is our story – so far. Most of it comes from my journal and the rest is from memory – recent memory. You see, the story is not quite finished. Good things should never end . . . .
We had eaten an excellent dinner at Vancouver's famous Naam restaurant – the oldest vegetarian restaurant in the city. The food was perfect and the wine went down like silk pyjamas on soft skin. When we got home the house was empty. Our only at-home teen was sleeping at a friend's place that night.
A little about us: We're late forties but both in great shape – we both enjoy hiking, backpacking, skiing, etc. Not that the bodies are toned and ready for magazine covers but except for a couple of tiny extra pounds, we're certainly not overweight or out of shape. And we've been told we're an 'attractive couple.' I'm about 5' 11 with blue eyes ('erotic eyes' she says), thick brown hair and a well trimmed beard. Amy is 5' 2, blue eyes, ash blond, beautiful breasts and the cutest smile ever. Her body still excites me – even after all these years.
So, we got home that night, poured another glass of red wine, showered and sat up in bed, discussing work and kids and finally . . . sex. Candles were lit and the room was warm. I knew she could feel the wine so I decided to broach a subject I'd been guarding for a rainy day. Matter of fact it was raining. The timing was perfect.
"So you know how I've always wanted to try a threesome," I said.
"Oh please, Mike," she said smacking me with a pillow. "Not this again."
"No, listen," I said. "I have a different suggestion. At least hear what I have to say." I placed a hand on her soft thigh, gently massaging through her cotton pyjamas. "I had this crazy-but-interesting idea."
She smiled, sipped wine and returned the glass to the bedside table. "Ya, ya, you have this idea to invite one of my friends into our bed. Yada yada yada."
"No," I said. "Well, yes but that was not my latest brilliant idea." I smiled and looked at her. Good. She was still smiling and listening.
"It seems to me that while you are not currently interested in sharing our bed with another woman, you do enjoy watching other people having sex. I mean, when we watch erotic videos, it's not only for me, right?"
She was silent for a moment. "It's more for you than it is for me." She paused. "But OK – some of the scenes I find pretty erotic. And you get rock hard pretty darn quick."
I continued to massage her thigh, moving my hand slowly up towards her warm crotch. "And you know that watching those videos with you is what really turns me on, right? I mean, there is something about sharing feelings, telling each other what turns us on, what we like – it totally excites me watching them with you. Alone is OK but it much better when we're together. I feel like we're able to open up and play and just let loose. I just love it when we watch others and you play with my cock at the same time." My cock was growing as I spoke.
Amy smiled and I felt a hand on my inner thigh. Within two seconds, she was holding my erection. It felt good.
"So what's your latest brilliant idea?" she asked.
I finished my wine and could feel a warm glow cover me. The wine and hand-on-cock combo was wonderful! "Ok," I said, "and don't laugh or say I'm crazy – promise?"
"What if I have to laugh?" she asked. "What if I can't help it?"
"Try your hardest," I said.
"And speaking of hardest," Amy said, a beautiful smile forming on her face. She licked her lips and squeezed my throbbing cock. "Ok, let's hear the idea."
I took a deep breath and looked into Amy's soft blue eyes. "Instead of watching videos of people enjoying their sexuality, how about we watch other couples together in the same room – no sharing partners or swapping allowed. We form a sort of erotic interludes club with like-minded people who are not interested in the typical swing scene but who are interested in watching and being watched." I looked at Amy for a response. She was quiet.
I might was well continue. The door was open so let's go right on in. "I could place an anonymous add online and we can both screen anyone who responds. We're not just looking for beautiful young bodies – it's more about exploring sexuality and sensuality with consenting couples."
"Like a kinky little voyeurs club," Amy said.
"Maybe not kinky," I said, "but ya, I guess it would be a thing for people who enjoy being watched and for those like to watch others. I was thinking of having it as a masturbator's club but I thought if we only invite couples, it might be too hard – excuse the pun – to insist that couples cannot play with each other. And if we limit it to couples, there would be no single guys allowed."
Amy finished her wine and looked up at the ceiling. "So, the rule would be no touching anyone except your own partner?"
"I was thinking that rule would make it simple – no awkward moments, obligations or disappointments." A moment of silence. "We could all chat on-line for a while, maybe exchange some pics and then chip in for a nice hotel room, bring some snacks, a little wine, maybe . . . ."
Amy was quiet. I could see her imagining various scenarios in her mind, weighing the possible pros and cons. Amy was like that. Careful. "How would we know the people are actually who they say they are on-line?"
"I thought about that," I said. "That's why it would only work if we spend enough time chatting on-line before we set up the erotic evening. Most on-line fakers would not be interested in spending any time discussing this idea and not many would even want to simply watch and be watched. I think we could all figure out who is real pretty quick – before we actually get together."
