It really was a stupid little game. People getting together, ending up in a completely dark room, feeling around for each other.
Nude.
My wife of a dozen years and I decided to try that, or I should say she decided and I went along with it.
We sometimes played games at home, teasing each other about flashing or swinging, things lots of people do to add some excitement. A few times she would go into the hard to get mode and I chased her down and more or less raped her. Well as close to rape as a person can get when the partner is actually willing.
Sharon is in pretty good shape, no raving beauty but certainly attractive, and her best feature is her breasts. They look big and round on her, dressed or otherwise and no sign yet of sagging.
I delighted in playing with them, and when we first got married sex was often in a couple of hours sessions. We tried just about everything.
But life settled in. There was the boat in the garage, untouched for months. A nice house mixed in with other houses all pretty much the same, a lawn that I searched weekly for any weeds.
Monday was get up and go to work, come home and plop down on the couch, click the TV mercilessly, eat dinner, click the TV some more, then go to bed.
Tuesday and then weekdays that followed all might as well have been Monday, weekends the grass got mowed. Sometimes we went out to dinner, sometimes we went to get togethers with other people living the exact same life. We had some drinks at those parties, cracked jokes about sex and then went home.
Sundays we went one weekend to my folks and the next one to her folks, then it was Monday again.
We still made love but we had done that every way possible for two people to do it. The orgasms were just fine, too. But even sex didn't have the sensations like the first few times when everything is new and there are things to try.
So doing something silly like going into that pitch black room was exciting in a way. I know it was only seconds before I had someone's hands on me, and I did the same. I was copping feels of the women when I could find them.
In my head the thought was that that would be it, I really didn't expect actual sex with anyone.
Sharon and I had talked about having sex in a risky place where we could get caught, and we even tried that once. We had gone down to the beach, the idea was to maybe do something exciting like flash someone.
That didn't work very well, Sharon did slide her top off but there was no less than a dozen women there with their tops off. All younger, too.
Nobody paid the slightest bit of attention to her laying there in a tiny thong and nothing else.
So we sneaked off into some bushes, but I kept looking around, worried someone would catch us. No amount of effort on Sharon's part could get me going, although she sure did try.
All I could think of was standing before some judge with my face red.
Another time we went to one of the full service gas stations, they actually do have attendents that pump gas in Oregon. Sharon sat there with her tiny little levi skirt hiked up and her pubes bare and the guy washed the window and didn't even look.
So here I was, stark naked in a room with two other couples and my own wife. I started out trying to find her and ran into the one I was sure was Kate. She was a bit older but well built and cute. I got to feel her breasts and had one hand between her legs which she willingly allowed. She even had her hand on my cock, which had responded nicely. Then someone was even sucking on me, I think it was her but I am not sure.
I know I found Sarah too, briefly. There were other hands on her, I had competition there so I let go and felt around for my wife. I even thought I found her but if it was her, she slipped away. Somehow I kept managing to find bare walls, too. Once I found what felt like a muscular and hairy behind, I moved away from that since that isn't my thing.
Later Sharon and I talked about it, she made some comments that surprised me.
"That must have been George." and "He got it done." were all she really said. Not angry, not upset, if anything she looked a bit sheepish about whatever had happened.
I lied to her, told her it was me. She seemed satisfied with that, and that reaction was not right, either. If she really thought it was me, maybe. But if she knew it wasn't me then she knew I was lying and was letting the lie remain.
I was confused, I wanted to know exactly what had happened, what she had done. But now I couldn't even ask.
I am not exactly the jealous type, when Sharon and I were dating she was also dating a few other guys. Since she and I soon began having sex I just assumed she was with others, too. Our first few dates were best described as irregular, it took us several months to really hook up and become exclusive. During that period I had one other woman in my bed, and I remember wishing she was Sharon as I made love to her.
I don't even remember her name really, I do remember she lay back and allowed me access to her body. Sharon never laid back at all, she would climb right over the top of me and her lovemaking was extremely active. That was when I decided and I made an effort to be the one in Sharon's life.
Over a period of two weeks after the darkroom party I mulled things over in my head. Since Sharon and I always talked easily about everything, one would think the subject would come up but it didn't.
That made things even worse, It was about all I thought about.
Then one Friday evening I had just sat down to a chicken fried steak dinner, Sharon looked especially nice that evening. I noticed when I walked in the door that her hair was fixed up, fresh out of the salon. She had on some makeup, and she was obviously bare breasted under a thin pale pink blouse thet had a couple of buttons undone. She also had on that pair of white shorts that left her hipbones bare.
I knew she was thinking about sex, I could always tell. It hit me that it had been close to two weeks.
"You look good enough to eat!" I told her.
"That sounds like fun." She grinned at me.
After dinner she came into the living room and curled up beside me on the couch. In short order her hands were stroking my chest and we were necking. Then she was tugging at my shirt, pulling it out of my waistband. She got my pants undone, reached in to fondle me.
Nothing.
All I could think about was that goddamned darkroom and her with George.
"What's wrong, honey?" She kissed my neck.
