The four of us had often joked about sex but been somewhat chaste in our real revelations to others, as is the way with many friends.
Todd, his wife Maggie (my friend) and my husband David considered ourselves aficionados of the arts, knowledgeable in theatre, cinema, music, literature and gastronomy. Many were our debates, some heated on the attributes of this movie, that play, a recent opera concert of whatever.
We'd wondered whether, each of us had talked so openly to our respective souses about what we enjoyed in lovemaking as we did, say in discussing a unique meal we'd had at a restaurant. So we gave each other a task, each couple that is, that we'd spend some time making love to our spouses and imagine we were a bon viveurs noticing what we liked about certain dishes at a restaurant we were reviewing.
The task was to report our findings back to the other couple at our next rendezvous.
As David and I made love that very night (we could hardly wait to get started), we took our time getting ready for bed. I had a bath and David showered. We got on the bed and David laid me down on my tummy, sitting at the side of me and moved his hands over my back. Silently his smooth palms glided over my shoulders, his fingers moving into the small hairs at the back of my neck and up into tussled hair. I pressed my head back into his hands; I was enjoying it so much.
He moved his mouth to my shoulders and, with his lips closed, tenderly moved them over the point of my shoulder blades before opening his mouth and tracing the path up to my neck with the tip of his tongue, clearly enjoying the taste of my skin according to the evidence of his hardening erection.