He's coming over? What the hell? One of John's first conditions had been that he would not touch Sally; he did not want her to cheat on me, he just wanted control over our sex life for a time. I raised my eyebrows. When you have been married as long as Sally and I, sometimes that is all that is required.
Sally spoke, "I know. I'm not sure what's going to happen. But he said we can stop anytime. Plus, he's already seen my tits."
Now that in and of itself was a change. For all the time I had known her, Sally had referred to her breasts. I had never heard the word "tits" from her before. And she had a point. We could stop at any time. Still.
She rose from her knees and went to get her panties and jeans, all that John allowed her to wear around the house. This kept both of us in a state of almost constant arousal.
I spoke again. "What if he wants to go further?"
She looked over her shoulder at me, Further?"
"What if he wanted to touch your tits?"
Sally paused for a moment. Clearly, she was considering how to phrase her response. Finally, she said, "I would probably be OK with if you were. I don't want to do anything to cause problems between us. But before this weekend, I never realized how much I could enjoy sex. Frankly, I would do just about anything he wanted right now."
"Anything?" I asked. "What if he wants to fuck you?"
"I think I would draw the line there," she said. "But anything else you're OK with I would do."