We were sunning poolside over the weekend, when my wife points out some chick standing around and says, “Now, she’s hot. I’d love to eat her pussy.”
“You’d would want me to be a lesbian, wouldn’t you?”
Of course, the real answer is, “No, I want you to be bisexual,” but I knew what she meant, so I answered, “you know I do.”
For some women this might be an idle question—teasing, flirting. And it was these things for her, too, but it had substance. I know her history, and I understand her fondness for other women. She has been particularly randy lately, so maybe it is just her mind wondering and will lead to nowhere. There is a lot more to executing an idea than having one. Nonetheless, I see where this could end up, and—as with many men—it is a turn on.
Luckily for me that I have had enough girl-girl experiences that included me—including with her before we were married; but that was over 12 years ago. For now, I’ll just cherish the memories and not push the issue. If she acts on the whim, great. If not, no big deal. We’ll see how it goes, though I do wonder how long she can go without satisfying her urges for pussy.