Say The Word (bi)
I took a fishing trip to the far great North once and I almost died. If it weren't for the hospitality of the indigenous Inuit people I would have.
I was brought in from the cold, wrapped naked in warm hides. And if that wasn't enough a beautiful naked maiden slept with me to keep me warm. I don't know if this is how all Inuit would have done it. But this is what the young ladies father did.
Within a month Pipaluk became my wife. Soon we moved back to New York where, with the help of Hollywood movies, she learned quickly to fit in - mostly.
She learned English well, except for the sex words. This was an area her upbringing didn't prepare her for. Her family certainly did a lot of things differently than mine anyway. Probably in part because of how many generations lived in one house.
Pipa, whose name means 'sweet thing', was an innocent childish angel. Until I changed her.
I just wanted her to talk dirty in bed, just a little. But as my mother would say, 'the littlest pebbles can make the biggest ripples.' Or as Pipa's mother would say, 'when the smallest icebergs tip over they are the biggest.'
So about two years into a pretty good marriage, it was an average night, if not boring, and we were just watching something equally boring on the History Channel.
I looked down at the top of her head and with my dick close to her pure mouth I wanted to tell her that she was the most adorable cocksucker. It would have thrilled me to no end. I would have finished in a New York minute. But I didn't dare use that word.
She wasn't actually sucking me. Her head was resting on my shoulder while her tiny hand lightly touched my balls. Really it was resting on my thigh and just the side was in contact with my testicle. She did move it a bit to caress me. But she left the actual jacking up to me.
This was how we watched TV some nights when I had needs. She never seems to have needs. When she does have sex I feel like it's because to her it's a marital duty. Furthermore, sex is only for the weekends, and only on the bed, and only in complete silence.
But to her there was no conflict between watching tv and fooling around at the same time because I had once explained that stuff with a hand wasn't sex and she always believed me. I had actually said if it wasn't intercourse then it wasn't sex. Though I didn't use the word 'intercourse' because she wouldn't have known the word. I did this to get around the weekend only rule. This may have been a mistake, and to quote my wife, 'little bears become big ones.'
So there we were, me jacking off with her hand next to my balls. Eventually my breathing grew short. My hand yanked urgently. And she moved out of the way really fast when I warned her it was time. If nothing else she was understanding of my needs.
I cleaned up with a rag in the master bath scheming about how I might change her. For us. We needed something more than a Saturday romp and a few handjobs during the week. No marriage could survive long with only that and I think she knew it too. Just neither one of us knew how to fix it.
"Honey, she said, "Does this Canadian show look good?"
"I don't know. I can't see the TV from in here. Just start it. I'll be there in a minute." And that was our hum drum night.
The next day I walked past a newsstand and the cover of a woman's magazine said, "The Best Porn for Women." I bought it on the spot.
The article said that all women are turned on by erotic images; they just don't always know it. Turns out they did this test where they put sensors inside women's vaginas, had them watch porn, and asked them if they were aroused. Half the women reported being aroused but all of them showed physiological responses of arousal. The thing that caught my attention was that it said ALL women get turned on. So obviously that would include women raised north of the arctic circle.
So I rented a very very mildly sexy movie. But swapped out the cassette with a porno specifically recommended to me by the guy in the store so we would 'accidentally' watch the wrong movie. The porn was also super tame, not even really X-rated - more of a hard R. It was supposed to have some suggestive scenes and language. I figured I would gradually amp up the heat over time.
I came out of the bathroom without my pants. This was the signal that tonight was one of those nights that I had a need. We hit "play" and I climbed into bed whereupon she snuggled up next to me. We always started with her hand on my chest but knowing what I needed she moved it down over time.
These days shows on cable can be pretty raunchy so she never noticed anything was off. In the movie this girl was in bed with her boyfriend then she ended up pleasuring him with her mouth. It showed some side boob and the quickest glimpse of his erection. The penetration was not actually shown as we could only see the back of her head. The critically important thing, the reason I chose the movie, was that it would not be obvious that it was a porno.
Unfortunately, Pipa fell asleep half way through my handjob. Her hand was still in contact with my balls and I finished just fine making sure not to get any on her. The event was effective if not totally lacking in passion.
Cleaning up in the bathroom I heard her say, "Sorry Honey. I guess I dozed off. Looks like it turned out OK for you?"
"Yep. Just cleaning up now."
"Hey, it's only seven o'clock. You were fast. Must have been the movie. It looks kind of racy."
"I bet you're right." I was afraid to ask but I couldn't resist, "Did you like it?"
"I DO! Let's start it over and I won't fall asleep this time. The storyline is so different, in a good way. With the love triangle and all. You know Jack, where I grew up there was no such thing as a love triangle. Is that what did it for you?"
"The storyline, huh?" That magazine was right. She didn't even know why she liked it. "Oh, right." I answered, "The storyline. And the language. The language did it." I had to get her turned on by the language. After all, my whole goal was to introduce dirty talk to our love life. If someday I could just get her to say something dirty, something like, "My pussy is wet.", well then I'd be satisfied.
When I returned to bed she'd switched it back to the Canadian show. "I'm just gonna nod off again. Let's pick up on the first one where it left off tomorrow. Then we can find out which man she choses." She rolled over then asked me one more question, "What was the best line? The word that did you in?"
I so wanted to say 'cocksucker' but honestly I didn't even know if they used the word. With reservations I told her, "It was the word, you know, the word 'blowjob', just hearing the word adds a thrill to the story."
"You English are a mystery. Or is this a man thing?"
On my way home the next day I stopped by the video store and got one that was just a smidgen more explicit.
Emerging pantsless from the commode I found that she already had a movie for us. "What happened to yesterday's movie?" I asked.
"Oh, I finished that on my own."
"Good thing I got us another."
"Oh I already did that too. It's starting now."
The new movie was called "Splendor": a movie about two guys who move in with one woman. It turned out to be racy too. Her subconscious must be working overtime. Maybe I'd already wakened something in her. I hoped the vocabulary would be spicy.
