Chapter 2

After that she leaned over and we kissed passionately. More passionately than in years. She heard the word blowjob twice in a movie then she repeated it three times and the next thing you know we’re making passionate love on a Tuesday. With actual PIV intercourse. I would kill to make this a regular thing. Part way through our lovemaking it dawned on me that while my bride knew a blowjob had been exchanged – she might not actually know what one was.

The very next night I emerged from the bathroom in my nightclothes. She seemed disappointed, “Oh, you don’t have any needs tonight?”

“I guess not.” Apparently, with those lame words, I blew my chance for more action.

Disappointed, I got in bed and we snuggled. She started talking, “I saw this list of all the best movies on Netflix with love triangles. Since it’s your new favorite genre I’ve got one cued up.”

I don’t know why she thought it was my favorite genre ’cause I didn’t really care. If I was lucky there would be some dirty words in it.

We watched this old film called “Entertaining Mr. Sloane” It was a pretty fucked up movie about this guy who gets taken in by a brother and sister but then gets blackmailed into having sex individually with both when they catch him committing a murder. The next thing I know her hand was down my pants touching my growing penis. I couldn’t stop myself. Suddenly my dick was jerking and twitching. I was all ready to rouse her with a warning so I wouldn’t shoot her in the eye if it came to that.

I guess I must have unwittingly pushed on her shoulder because the next thing I knew the tip of my dick had touched my half asleep wife’s lips waking her up. I was SO apologetic, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, really, it was an accident.”

She put her head back up on my shoulder, “Accidents happen. It’s alright.” I was resigned to accept my lost orgasm. But her hand never left my dick even now that she was fully conscious. With a single hip thrust I pushed my erection through her encircling fingers and shot all over my chest, warning her, “Here it comes!”

She got up on one elbow, “I didn’t know you could do it like that. Without your hand?”

“Oh yea, your hand is a thousand times better than mine.”

“Oh.” She rested on my shoulder again. A few silent minutes went by and then she said, “Well, since it’s better, we should do it that way every time.” Ecstatic, I grabbed some tissue and wiped up without even going to the bathroom.

In a short while both of us were falling asleep. I mused, “The movie didn’t even have any sexy words in it. I think it was your hand.” Then I felt bold, “And your lips.”

She slurred mostly asleep, “It was the plot.”

Not taking any chances, I came to bed naked the next night. We watched a foreign flick. Two teens were on a roadtrip with an older woman. The dance scene was crazy and boring. In it the three are dancing then from nowhere the boys are dancing with each other. She must have agreed this was the boring part because it was exactly then that she started, not just touching my dick, but actually stroking it. Ten seconds into the hand job and she leaned down to briefly touch her lips to my penis. There was no doubt it was intentional.

“Now! Now! Get out of the way now!”

As I was cleaning up she said, “It couldn’t have been the word. If they said ‘blowjob’ we wouldn’t even had known it since it wasn’t in English.”

I had to agree, “Yea, it wasn’t the words.”

“Admit it. It was the plot.” And now she was arguing with me about who was right. Just like any other couple.

“Nooo, it wasn’t the plot. It was your hand and lips.”

“How would you know without really trying the different options. You’ve been telling me for a week it’s the words and now you’re changing your mind. You obviously don’t know.” Her hand lingered on my now shrunken dick. “Look. Nothing is happening. It doesn’t seem to be my hand. It was the plot.”

“It’s ok to be confused.” She said. “You’re like a weed in a river.” This was a saying I didn’t know but I think she was saying I was stupid. She had never doubted me before. Then looking deep into my eyes as if searching my soul she suggested,”We’ll just have a puzzle.”

“A puzzle? How’s that?” Then I figured out what she meant, “You mean a test?”

“Don’t you see? Every movie we’ve seen this week had a love triangle and that’s what’s doing it for you. Sexual tension. Not knowing who will go with who. We’re going to have a threesome and then you’ll see.”

I was floored, “Do you even know what a threesome is?”

She spoke fast and full of fire, “Don’t be a jerk and assume I don’t know things. It’s a ménage à trois, which is French and translates into a household managed by three people. In the movies this could be another name for a love triangle. But in the real life it could be any time three people have to work together really closely.”

As wrong as she was, I wasn’t willing to go down that rabbit hole, “Um, never mind.”

She smiled smugly and I let it go.

Unfortunately, two days later I got home from work and there was a guy sitting at our kitchen table. She introduced him as Mark from her night class. She kept giving each of us tasks to do to get dinner ready so in no time the three of us had served dinner.

So after a time I asked, “So what’s the purpose of our party tonight? Just socializing or do you two have a project due?”

Setting dessert on the table she answered matter of factly, “He’s here for our ménage à trois.” I literally spit out my wine.

“Honey,” I pleaded, “can I see you in the other room?” Once there I explained, “Mark’s expecting to have sex with us.”

She giggled, “Don’t be silly. I asked him to have a threesome with us and he’s just being helpful.”

“A threesome! What the fuck! Sex, that’s the normal meaning of that phase, and that’s what he expects for his needs. And, and I could never stand to see another man put his penis in your…” We had never used a word together for that part of her. So I just looked down at her pussy.”

Weirdly, alluding to the word and visualizing Mark putting his cock in her pussy made my heart beat fast and my stomach flutter. But I needed to protect her innocence, “Just promise me that’ll never happen.”

She giggled again then said, “Ohhh, oh I see. Of course, no, no worries. We won’t be having any sex. I would never.” I figured she would set things straight now.

We went back into the kitchen with Mark and she instantly and bluntly said, “You know we’re not gonna be having any sex today. Now come into the bedroom with us.”

I had no will to withstand the mounting sexual tension so I gave in. Anything was better than never-ending boredom. I’d die to have an exciting sex life. She had me lie down on the bed while she crouched on her knees between my legs. It was too weird with Mark standing right there. But at the same time this was the most sexual thing I had ever known my wife to do. I just couldn’t get the image of her blowing me out of my mind and I was powerless to stop it all from happening.

She placed her hand on my crotch over my cock. After a minute she announced, “See? Nothing. It’s not the touch.” It was only then that I understood the test she had mentioned days earlier.

Mark was like, “Of course not. He’s gotta take his clothes off. Skin to skin.”

I shouldn’t have gone along with it, but I hadn’t felt this level of lust for two years now. As soon as I was naked, and extremely nervous, she put her hand on my dick once again.

To my embarrassment, in a long moment, she announced, “Nothing.” Then without a shy bone in her lovely body she bent over and pressed her lips to my cock. She didn’t suck or lick, she just held them there. And to my shame, despite the overwhelming desire in my chest, my dick never stirred. She lifted her lips off of my reluctant dick long enough to look me in the eyes and enunciate, “Blowjob.” Then, apparently still not knowing what a blowjob is, she waited patiently for anything to happen.

I was desperate for anything real to happen, “I think if Mark went home it would work.”

She dismissed my thought with a laugh, “That’s no test.” She looked to Mark, “Your turn. Put your hand here.”

I was sure he would just walk out. Instead he took two strides as confident as can be and put his hand on my dick. Pipa declared, “It’s starting to look like a spear needs a target. Which means you were wrong.” The pressure was too much. How could I be expected to rise to the occasion under these circumstances?

Mark asked her, “What’s supposed to happen?” His confusion only made me feel worse while emboldening Pipa.

In reply she merely answered, “Just as I thought. That’s not going to do it. Switch!”

I just kinda watched them to see who was gonna do what. Mark took my place while Pipa pulled me up next to her.

With no delay she placed her hand on Mark’s cock and we watched it start to grow. “Hmm?” She said, “What’s that mean?”

Grabbing my hand, she plopped it down on the expanding member. It only swelled more. She looked at me with a look that was half perplexed and half scowl. “I didn’t expect that.”

Before I knew what was happening her luscious lips were planted firmly on the underside of Mark’s big cock and he was ecstatically telling us how much he liked her lips on his big dick and he even used those two words. That man looked so incredibly happy that inexplicably his arousal turned me on beyond anything I’d ever felt. Mumbling, with her lips still in contact with his flesh, she said the word: ‘blowjob’ causing my cock to grew as hard as a rock.