Page 62 of Two Friends in Marriage
She shakes her head.“It’s fine.I’ll do it tomorrow.”
I go for my usual walk, then return home and have a shower.When I come downstairs, Jane is crouched on the floor by the back door.
“Now stay still,” she murmurs—to Watson?“You can do it.”
I chuckle and wonder if this is how she was encouraging Skylar.
The sound of my laughter draws her attention, and Jane whips her head toward me, looking slightly embarrassed that I’ve caught her speaking to a giant plushie.
“What’s Watson doing?”I ask.
“Wearing a clip-on bowtie.”She shifts to the side so I can see the red bowtie.Is that hers?I don’t think I own one like that.“But it wasn’t clipping well to his fluff.”
“It looks good.Apparently, a chonky penguin can pull off a crooked bowtie.”
She turns back to Watson and adjusts the bow so it’s straight.I’m not sure why, but the fact that my rather serious wife is on the floor next to a large plush penguin, after skipping with the little girl next door…
I can’t help sitting down next to Jane and planting a kiss on her mouth.She winds her arms around my back and returns the kiss, and I smile against her lips.
Jane climbs into my bed that night wearing a white T-shirt and navy shorts.There’s something tantalizing about her loose clothes—and the fact that I know what’s underneath.When she sets aside her phone, I kiss her again.I want her, and today’s events have reminded me of how fleeting life can be.But when I settle on top of her, she freezes.I immediately roll onto my back.
“Sorry,” she says.“I’m not in the mood tonight.”
“That’s fine.”
“I can still get you off.”
“I don’t want you to feel like you owe me.”
I think of my last relationship, when I was definitely the one with the lower libido, thanks to my meds.I’d put out even when I didn’t want it; I felt I had to, in order to save what we had.
He broke up with me anyway.
“I’m not feeling pressured, don’t worry,” she says.“Even if I’m not in the mood for sexual gratification”—for some reason, the fact that she’s using a five-syllable word turns me on—“I’ll enjoy bringing you pleasure.”
Many years ago, I dated someone who was very much a giver in the bedroom and got off on that, without me doing anything in return.I don’t think this is quite the same, though.
“I mean it,” she continues.“I want to be close to you.I want to see how you get yourself off…and help you.But no oral sex, and don’t remove my shorts.And this isn’t something I’m going to want all the time.”
Her clear boundaries ease my mind.
I strip off my shirt, followed by hers, and roll back on top of her.She kisses me eagerly, but without the desperation that she sometimes has.
“Do you…” she begins.“Do you think of me when you touch yourself?”
“Yeah, but before we slept together, I was trying really hard not to.”
“Same,” she says, and my cock jerks in response.
She slips her hand into my underwear and touches me.I wish I could touch her too, but that’s okay.I’ll enjoy it all the more next time.
“You have toys, don’t you?”she says.“I’ve seen them when you reach for the condoms.”
I open the drawer, and after a moment of debate, I select a small butt plug and lube.“If it’s okay with you…”
She nods.“I’ve always been curious.”
“For use on yourself, or someone else?”
