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she was actually pretty kinky. We explored what each of us truly liked and arrived at our current arrangement. Do you want to watch Tiffany? I'm guessing that's why you asked me why I like it; you are imagining Tiff doing something and it gets you hot and disturbs you at the same time. Am I right? You're hoping I have insight?”
    I pondered how much to reveal.
    “Listen,” he offered. “I've been honest with you. Few know about Janet and me. I've trusted you so know you can trust me. I'll tell no one.”
    I took the plunge. “Fair enough. Okay, since I saw you and Janet, I've been turned on by imagining Tiff acting like that. To make matters worse, she mentioned she thought what you guys did was really sexy too. It was obvious you were both into it and I'm thinking Tiff and I might be like you.”
    “Okay. That's cool.”
    “But how do you stand it? Another man touching your woman? Doesn't that piss you off? It's like you have no control over her.”
    He chuckled. “You really are stuck in the Dark Ages, aren't you? I don't own her, David.   I get what you're asking but that's part of the problem. If you both want it, what's the hang-up? Truth takes courage. Have you shared your feelings with Tiffany?”
    “No.”
    “First step, dude. Be honest. She's your partner for life. You owe her the real you. Always.”
    I ate a pretzel.
    “Baby steps,” he continued. “Try something. If you both like it, try a little more. Repeat until you do something you don't enjoy, take one step back and stop; that's your comfort level. Believe me, this shit is rocket fuel. Janet and I have mad crazy sex but it is also intensely intimate. Imagine how much we trust each other.”
    “Let's watch the game,” I suggested.
    I thought about his suggestion the rest of the day and when I returned home I was determined to talk to Tiffany. I wanted nothing crazy, nothing like Janet biting a penis in public. Perhaps Tiff dressed in sexy clothes or going out bra-less. Even that simple thought made my heart skip a beat.
    Tiff arrived after I did with Mexican food. We sat in front of the big screen and ate and watched Daredevil on Netflix. After the first episode I hit pause and faced her. I decided to leave my conversation with Ray out of it.
    “Baby,” I began, “I've been thinking. That night with Ray and Janet seemed to get us both pretty hot. Maybe we should try some new ideas, spice things up. What do you think?”
    “Like what? You want me to blow a stripper?”
    “No. I'd like to buy you a new outfit and have you wear it when we go out Saturday night.”
    “You often buy me clothing without asking, Honey. What's different this time?”
    I paused to gather courage. “Well, this outfit will be a little different. This outfit will be...a little...daring.”
    She smiled. “Oh, really?”
    I relaxed some. “Yes, I think it would be fun to go someplace we've never been dressed up for a sexy night. What do you think?”
    “That sounds like fun. How daring? Do not embarrass me.”
    “Nothing crazy; some leg and some cleavage. I think you're gorgeous and I know other men think so too. I feel like showing you off a little. You should get credit for those hours at the gym.”
    “Where is this coming from? Is this because of Janet and Ray the other night?”
    “Yeah, I think so. We aren't the wild couple they are but it did get me thinking how we could loosen up. You like it when men notice you and I like it when men notice you, so why not?”
    “Sounds fun, David. I'm in. I can't wait to see what you pick out for me. Please don't dress me like a slut.”
    “Of course not, Baby.”
    I pressed play. I was excited to get started at the mall.
    Saturday morning, I visited four shops without luck. My fifth stop was a Betsy Johnson boutique and they had several possible outfits in the windows. As I entered a girl emerged from the back room and I was momentarily struck dumb; she was a knock-out. Part Asian and part Irish, this long