Page 7 of The Shared Game

“How can I even begin to refuse such a forceful command?”

A pause. “You like it when I’m forceful?”

There it was. He was in a flirty mood, too.

“I can see the appeal. It might make a lesser woman weak at the knees, submitting to your demands.”

“But not you?”

I let it hang for a while. Enough to tease him. Enough to test him.

“I didn’t say it didn’t have an effect, although I usually like to be in charge.” This was a ball-faced lie. My husband didn’t like submitting to me, no matter how many times I asked him to give it a try. While I was by no means dominant, the idea of stretching my wings and legs that way held a mysterious appeal.

“Happy to let you drive while I watch from the backseat.”

“You don’t mind a woman driving?”

“Not if she’s taking me where I want to go.”

“Oh? And where might that be?”

“Is ‘pleasure town’ too crude an answer?”

“Not if that’s where you want to go….”

A longer pause. I hoped he was touching himself, rather than struggling to find the words. I found my own hand snaking its way into my pajama bottoms, ready to touch my aching clit.

“Pleasure town? I don’t think I own that game.”

Holy shit. Aaron was up too, and had been witnessing our exchange in real time. My hand paused its downward journey, but stayed just above where I wanted it to be. For now.

“I can think of a few ways we could make that game happen. The rules might be a little loose, but I promise we’ll all have fun.” I typed the words without thinking, and hit send before I had a chance to back out.

That was enough to stun them both. I was expecting something immediate from Kevin, or at least a timid reply or emoji from Aaron, but my comment was met with crickets.

Had I gone too far? I really hoped I hadn’t scared them off, but there was the very real chance I’d misinterpreted how far I could push the flirting. I’d been out of the game a while, but hoped things were different now. I hoped that women were free to say that they had needs, that they had the same urges men had. That they liked sex, and didn’t have to be ashamed of it.

“I can’t speak for Aaron. I know he’s a stickler for the rules, but I’m happy to see how the game of pleasure land plays out. Tell me, is it a game for 2 or 3 players?”

“Hey. I’m not a stickler for the rules!” Aaron protested before I could answer.

“Really? So if Paisley had some impromptu idea for a game she just made up, with rules only she knew, you would be fine with that?”

Silence.

“What if I promised it would be fun?”

“For me?”

“For all of us.” I smiled, hit send, and let my fingers finally find my clit.

I sighed into it, thoughts and fantasies of the three of us together filling me as they both went along with my imaginary ‘game.’

“I think I can get on board with that,” Aaron replied tentatively.

“You think? A beautiful woman promises you something fun, and you’re not sure? Man, you’re so clueless sometimes.” Kevin’s response was biting, but it made me smile. Clearly, he was down for anything.

“I wouldn’t want to get in the way of whatever you two are cooking up.” Was Aaron feeling left out? I had to reel him back in and get him on board as quickly as I could.