Her kids leave at 4 p.m. with her ex-husband. The evening is ours. We go to the video store and rent Peter Sellers in "The Party". Shyly she says, "I've never seen a porn film". Pornos are in a separate room in the store. The door is an old-fashioned saloon swinging pair of latticed doors. Over the entrance is a sign: "Adults Only". I go in and scan the titles. One is something like "Swinger Party", so I grab it and leave the adult room. She has a naughty face when she sees the video in my hand.
The owner on the cash has long, grey, greasy hair and a permanent leer. His assistant rings up the rental of the two videos. The assistant is short and stocky with a face like a pugilist. He looks at the two videos. "Do I see a theme here?" he says in a jocular tone. She blushes. Why do people think sex is funny? Does it make them nervous? I've always been dead serious about this greatest of adult pleasures.
We go home and have a simple supper in the kitchen. Then we retire to the basement family room. Its walls are a blood red. The sofa has soft cushions. We watch Peter Sellers and laugh. "Birdie num num."
The movie is over. I rewind the tape and insert the porno. The opening credits start. I can feel her getting tense, eager to see naked bodies having sex. I kiss her and start to remove her clothing. She responds.
The action starts: two girls licking each other out on a bed before the party starts. I put the sofa cushions on the floor to get closer to the television. It is an old CRT television with a twenty-inch screen. I strip off my clothing and display my thick, erect penis. She shyly fondles it as I remove her bra and panties. Her pussy is wet.