So, I ended up back in the living room...(continued from yesterday...)

Yes, the text messages were too much.  I was intrigued.  And it was such an inadequate method of communication at the moment.

So far they had revealed that the wife was very horny.  And my man was passed out.

Then I asked about whether or not the wife might teach me, since I had never been with a woman.  Just in case we decided to actually follow through with this.  I wanted an idea of what to expect.  Were we really just doing same room no swap sex, or would the guys live the dream and see their women getting frisky together?

They were both interested in that concept.  And that's why I ended up back in the living room.  It was a short walk.  And as much as I hate to pull myself away from him when he's all sweet and warm and snuggly, I had to talk to them.

They were still awake in the living room, playing on the Wii.  And they were both happy to see me in my bathrobe.  Just my bathrobe.

We talked.  Man, did we talk.

We talked about porn.  (The husband has a bit of an addiction.)  I explained that I don't mind it when used properly.  (And lately, we are definitely using it properly.)  They looked as though a light had just gone on in a new room in their heads.

We talked about the same room sex.  The wife was nervous.  She was a bit shy about her body.  I completely get that.  I'm the same way.  The only thing that gave me some confidence was that I knew they liked my boobs through a shirt and would LOVE them naked.

So, I told the wife that I thought she was gorgeous.  She does have an incredible face.  And unlike me, she is photogenic.

That's when I received the biggest surprise.  Earlier, my man had picked up the husband's phone when he dropped it.  And he was warned not to open the flip phone.  We had smiled at each other then.  And I whispered that apparently we weren't the only ones who took naughty pictures.
 
The husband passed me the phone.  'Open it,' he suggested.

I did.  It was a naked boob shot, faceless, just like mine.

me: Very nice.

And I wasn't lying.  They were surprisingly nice.  I wouldn't have guessed how nice.  Now I was a little turned on.

The wife was embarrassed and curled up on the couch.  So, I went to bed.  For a while I laid there and thought about what a mistake I had made.  I had seen her naked boobs.

In the morning, when her husband was in the bathroom, I remedied that.  I loaded a picture of my boobs on the monitor and called her over.

wife: WOW.

It was so worth it.

He said it out loud

It may have been the alcohol.  No.  It must definitely have been the alcohol.

Somehow, my seriously bashful man put it all out there.  He opened the door and rushed through it, dragging ME a little tentatively behind.  Yup.  That's what he did.

We were hanging out with our best couple friends.  His long time friends.  People who have known him for the better part of close to ten years.  People who love me to death.  People I have only known for the better part of three years.  Highly religious married people.

Have I set the stage well enough, yet?

We're drinking.  We're playing Wii.  And then he looked at me.

man: What do you think about them?

me: What do you mean what do I think?

Only really my eyes grew wide and I knew.  Oh crap.  He was going to ask them.  The wife was bi and the husband loves porn.  In his mind, perfect fit.

me: Let's go talk.

So we went out to our screen porch while there were thankfully oblivious to our discussion.  He was feeling frisky, obviously.  And he was dying to try new things.  Our only concern: ruining the friendship.

Soon we were in the house.  And we were toasting.  And he just blurted it out.

man: So what do you think about same room no swap sex?

And given that they clearly have not explored this lifestyle with the same enthusiasm we had been for the last month or so, they were baffled and justifiably shocked.  It was up to me to do damage control.

me: What he means is...

And so we talked.  And they listened.  And they seem to be in.  Seriously.

With any luck and a good bit of alcohol, we will make our first foray into this new, exciting, and naughty lifestyle.  The guys tried to get us to kiss to seal the deal, but let's face it.  It was all too new.  And I think she was worried about pushing something on me.  And I was worried about seeming too eager.

My man went to bed.  I followed.  They were staying over because we all drank a bit too much.  And then my phone started chiming.  It was them, texting me from the living room.

How's that for a cliffhanger?