During a recent Saturday afternoon lovemaking session, I asked Jill to tell me about one of her recent fantasies. I do this often, as we are both fans of dirty talk during sex, and because I’m always turned on by what she tells me in the heat of passion. As longtime readers of this blog are no doubt aware, we have a healthy and varied fantasy life, both alone and together. It is not uncommon for Jill to tell me that she fantasized – or is fantasizing right now – about just about anything. Her and another woman? Check. Her and another man? Check. Her with two men? Check. Me with another woman? Check. Me with two women? Uh-huh. Same-room with close friends? Absolutely. Sex in a pool, shower, hot tub, or other water-based locale? Of course. Sex while driving? Definitely. I think you get the picture.

So needless to say, I was surprised to hear Jill say that she hadn’t fantasized about anything recently. No, it turns out that my wife has become more receptive to visual stimulation. In other words, porn and lots of it. This is, of course, not to say that her enjoyment of porn is a recent development; it most certainly is not. However, the fact that she didn’t immediately have an erotic scenario in mind was somewhat alarming to me. I suppose I’ve been spoiled in the past by her willingness to share. But I could almost see it if she had a fantasy and just didn’t want to share it. No, this was different – she hadn’t been fantasizing about anything.

It’s worth noting that we were watching porn at the time. Though the title of the movie doesn’t immediately come to mind, it was a girl-girl scene featuring Nikita Denise and another adult actress whose face I knew but whose name escaped me. The ladies were sexy, there was plenty of oral, and I could see why it was on Jill’s rotation. Even though she’d already had an orgasm – more than one, as is her preference – I decided to re-focus my attention on her. I slipped out, much to her protest, and lay down beside her. We got into the spoon position, me behind her, and as we observed the on-screen action, I began to touch her.

“How does this make you feel?” I asked, gesturing at the television.

Jill apparently hadn’t noticed the gesture. “You feel good.”

“And how about the movie?” I continued, and moved my hand to her engorged clit.

“It’s hot,” she said, her words barely a whisper. I took her clit between my fingers and began to massage it sensuously. At the moment, Nikita knelt before the unknown blonde, fingering her and lavishing her pussy with some tongue action. As the blonde braced herself against some kind of gaudy green ottoman, I nuzzled the side of Jill’s neck.

“Which of those two would you rather be right now?” I asked between kisses.

“Either one,” she said, undoubtedly trying to concentrate on what I was doing to her. After some further prompting, she made a stand. “I’d like to be her,” she said, indicating Nikita, who by now was buried face-deep in the other actress. The blonde had turned over, enjoying her partner’s oral ministrations from behind. “I’d go down on her for sure.” This time “her” referred to the fairer-haired young lady on the receiving end. That turned me on, of course; Jill has often said that she would like to have another woman perform oral sex on her under the right circumstances, but it’s not every day that she so enthusiastically discusses being the performer.

On screen, the two women switched places. We continued to watch, and I continued to try and bring my wife to another orgasm. After a moment or two, I prompted her again: “So if you’re that one, who’s the other girl?” Dreamily, Jill spoke the name of her college roommate. Without seeing her face, I could tell that her eyes were closed, and that she was lost in the scenario she had created.

“Maybe we’ve gone out to lunch and we have some wine,” she began. “Then we go back to her place and we decide to get a little more comfortable.” My cock throbbed as I imagined the two of them at play. “Next thing you know she’s filling up that big bathtub of theirs, and we’re taking off each other’s clothes.” My stroking of Jill’s clit intensified as did the story. Before long, she fell silent, clearly enjoying the fantasy as it played out in her mind.

On the screen, Nikita enjoyed a very obvious climax, her ass wiggling back and forth as the blonde continued to devour her. Hearing her moans, Jill joined her in a brief but intense orgasm that left my fingers very damp. Then it was my turn.

After we were finished, we lay in bed and talked. I told Jill that I’m hardly the sort of person to discourage visual stimulation; far from it. But I cautioned her against letting her imagination stagnate. After all, the mind may just be the most important sexual organ we have.

-Jack