I'd been looking forward to Friday night for days. Ben was able to get off work a bit early, and together we had prepared a light meal of roasted chicken breast and salad. By seven o'clock, we'd settled in for the evening.
Sometimes we went out for our date nights, while others we cooked dinner in, and like that evening, rented a few adult movies to set the mood.
The strangest thing is that -- believe it or not -- I've become an aficionado of porn. I know how that must sound, but over the years I've seen a good number of erotic movies. They range from things that Ben's borrowed from friends to flicks he's downloaded from the web, but mostly DVDs from a local video store that's ramped up their adult selection.
Probably half of it I find totally disgusting; no use for it at all. Extreme male fantasies on film, with absolutely no thought of the female viewers. Over time, though, and especially since the local video store opened their "back room," we've found several video series that are not only geared toward couples, but are actually smoking red hot. They may have a little extra story and a bit more romance, but I have to say that they definitely push my buttons -- which means that Ben certainly isn't complaining about watching them.
On that particular night, we'd picked up a few new titles at the video store, and things were heating up. The wine that we'd had with dinner had relaxed us both, and in fact, I'd poured another glass for each of us just to loosen things up a bit more.
We both had on our standard date uniforms: I was wearing an oversized tee-shirt and panties, while Ben had on an old button-up shirt and boxers. As we watched the video, we were sitting with our bodies pressed together on the couch, and Ben was slowly stroking my thigh. Between the soft brush of his fingertips, and my leg pressing up against his, I have to admit that things were getting intense. I was ready to curl up with him and get serious about the evening.
And then the unthinkable happened -- the doorbell rang. I told Ben to ignore it, since it was probably the paperboy collecting for his route or someone selling magazine subscriptions, but he insisted that he could dispense with whoever it was quickly. He pulled on his jeans, left the room, and went to deal with the problem.
I hit the pause button on the remote and waited for Ben to return. What happened next startled me -- I heard a conversation. Before I could ascertain what was being said, Ben walked back into the room with our buddy Edmond, who lived about two hours away. He'd been a good friend of ours for years.
Ben quickly clicked off the television, and said, "Honey, Edmond's in town on business, and it ran later than he'd expected -- he asked if he could crash on our couch. I told him that it would be okay with me -- any problems with that?" My husband looked like a deer in the headlights, like our friend had caught him completely off guard.
Since I had on an oversized tee-shirt, which fit me like a dress, albeit a short one, I stood up and hugged our friend. "Good to see you," I said, "and of course you can stay here." The fact that I didn't have a bra on was a little awkward, but I kept my arms crossed as I talked. "In fact, Ben and I would be offended if you came through town and didn't stay with us," I added.
Edmond shrugged. "Well, it was a last-minute thing, and I hated to just drop by, but well," he laughed, "here I am. I was hoping that you guys would be okay with it. I just hope that I'm not interrupting anything. What were you guys watching?"
I was horrified as he stepped over to television, picked up the empty DVD case off the top, and read the movie description. A wicked smile crossed his face. "Oooo, looks like I showed up on the wrong night!" He put the case back down and laughed. "Well, far be it for me to interrupt." He plopped down in the chair beside the couch. "Start it back up -- I love movies with a little action!"
Ben sat back down beside me. We looked at each other, he shrugged, and I grabbed the remote and hit play.
To say that there was an awkward silence would be the understatement of the year. We all three sat there, though, pretending that it was the most normal thing in the world.
What played out before us were the basic scenes of any normal porno movie: a girl and a guy, two girls, a couple of guys and one girl, and various permutations and combinations thereof, with a loose storyline thrown in for good measure.
In the real-life drama taking place, I think that we were all feeling even odder about the circumstances. Edmond occasionally threw out a comment such as "Wow, that's a healthy gal," or "I don't see that guy can even walk with that thing between his legs." They were attempts at humor that more or less all fell flat.
We continued watching in silence, although I've got to admit, I was getting more and more turned on -- partly from the action taking place on the screen, but even more because I was there with two guys, wearing only a tee shirt and skimpy panties.
I occasionally saw Ben and Edmond nonchalantly adjust the front of their jeans, presumably to make themselves a little more comfortable -- if I was this turned on, they both had to be sporting impressive erections.
Finally, the credits rolled, and I patted Ben's knee. "Well, honey, it's getting late. Are you ready to turn in?" I desperately wanted to get to the seclusion of our bedroom for some intense lovemaking.
My husband stood up, stretched and yawned, and agreed. "Yep, time to call it a night."
Edmond rose to his feet, and said, "Hey, I appreciate you guys letting me intrude on your evening like this." He stood there for a moment, seeming to be a little hesitant. "You know, I hate to ask this, but since it's really not that late, do you guys maybe have a lady friend that you could invite over for a little partying? I mean, I got a little worked up over that movie, and I'd sure love a lady to show a good time. Surely you have a single friend who likes to play." There was a hopeful tone to his voice that sounded like it bordered on desperation.
"Well, let me work on that for a minute," I said, walking around the couch toward the kitchen. I caught Ben's eye and motioned with my head for him to follow.
When we got out of sight, I rolled my eyes. "What the hell is Edmond thinking? Like I'm going to call up one of my friends and ask them to come over to the house for a booty call with some guy she's never met."
Ben laughed. "Hey, just give him a bottle of lotion and a box of tissues, and send him to bed."
He put his arms around me and pulled my body against his. "The important thing is that we get to the bedroom as quickly as possible."
I would like to say that I don't know how the next devilish thought came to me, but in reality, it was no mystery. I'd always thought that Edmond was hot, and I couldn't get the possible scenario out of my head. "Ben," I said cautiously, "do you think that he would be okay with just a little oral action?"
He laughed. "I think at this point, anything would be fine. But if you can't think of anyone to come over and bang him, who's going to make the trip to blow him?"
