“What are you thinking about?” Bonnie Campbell asked, as her husband lay on his back catching his breath.
The bedroom was warm and a little stuffy. The overhead light was off, but even so, there was enough light to see the overtly erotic décor in the room. Shelves contained a collection of bronze sculptures, all nude, and several were of couples making love. The walls held several friezes, a few Chinese copies of sexy oil paintings on canvas, and one original.
Cooper and his wife were both very proud of the centerpiece of their bedroom décor that hung above the headboard of their king-sized bed. The subject was Bonnie herself. A little more than five years ago, as a surprise fifteenth Anniversary present, Cooper had taken a dozen nude photos he had shot of his wife over the past decade and a half, some taken even before they were married, to an Atlanta painter. The artist had used the photos to create the tasteful classical-looking nude painting, but nude it was and no one who saw it could miss who it depicted.
All this in the bedroom sanctuary of a very conventional Southern couple with two teenage children. It said much about the dichotomy between Bonnie and Cooper’s private life and their public life as leaders in their church and the local community. Yet even on that warm night, the wall that separated the two was thinning.
The duvet cover and sheets were pushed to the foot of the bed allowing their sweat-covered bodies to cool. Cooper lay panting as his penis was starting to deflate. As he often did after orgasm, he wondered if he had the energy to go get a glass of water.
But to her question, he just said, “Nothing really.”
As she nearly always did, after her husband had climaxed, she began to rub her mound rapidly, seeking another orgasm, or two, or three. She could feel the recently deposited viscous fluid running out of her body onto the sheets. She had to resist her inclination to stop masturbating to get a towel to clean up the mess. But resist she did.
As she became ever more aroused, she mustered the courage to tell him what had been eating at her for the past day. It wasn’t that she thought he would be angry or hurt; rather she couldn’t mention it, for embarrassment, unless she was very aroused. When she was clearly on the way to orgasm, her actions of the previous days suddenly lost their embarrassment and became stimulating. After she had replayed them in her mind (which definitely enhanced her masturbation), she began to speak.
“Sweetheart,” she said softly.
”Uh huh,” was his tired response.
“I want to tell you something,” she said.
“What?”
“Well, it’s a little embarrassing,” she said, then paused.
“So?”
“OK. Well, yesterday, Jill, well she came over to the house.” As Bonnie began her narrative, she moved into a more comfortable position for rubbing herself, then she continued, “and she, as usual, brought up the topic of sex. I've told you how she is.”
Jill and Vic Banning had been attending the Sunday morning couples class at Saint Thomas United Methodist Church (which Cooper taught) for about half a year. He had been pleased that Bonnie had hit it off with the newcomer. In a small rural church, often new people just don't feel wanted, but Bonnie had made a point to engage her. This was especially important because just a few months before, his wife's best friend and surrogate sister had been ripped from her life by a new and controlling boyfriend.
So, he'd been pleased when the two women began spending time together over the past few months. Jill was about ten years younger than Bonnie, about the same age as her missing friend Gina. Lying beside his wife, he recalled how Bonnie, on several occasions, had told him about the rather racy conversations they had. Bonnie had a strong libido and liked talking to other women about sexual things, within certain boundaries. After all, what might be considered polite conversation in some parts of the country is considered extremely racy in their rural community of Hancock County, Georgia.
“I decided to tell her about the Bible study we have been working on regarding sex outside of marriage. Not too much, but enough to let her know I was interested in the topic.” She was referencing an ongoing project she and Cooper had been working on with Rev. McBride, their pastor.
"Not too much, I hope," Cooper said. The study had begun when the pastor had asked Cooper and Bonnie to help him with a couple in the church who were having marital problems. After a year of intense study and prayer by both he and Bonnie, they had come to reassess some things that had been held as unassailable truth. So far, they had only forwarded their findings to the pastor and to the couple for whom they had done the research. Cooper feared a very negative backlash if their change in beliefs about appropriate Christian sexual behavior became public knowledge.
Bonnie said, "No I didn't. But I did tell her how we occasionally watch movies where the sex is obviously real and also of our instructional sex videos, but I let her know we don’t watch actual porn." The movies were mostly European where the sex was not simulated but included clear scenes of penetration, and the ‘educational’ videos to which she was referring showed real couples having great sex.
She knew full well it was a matter of semantics since most people would call all those videos porn. But somehow, having to read subtitles made the movies seem more cultured, and they had bought all the videos on Amazon. That alone meant they weren’t porn (at least that was what Bonnie told herself).
“Well, I got turned on and I began describing in detail how when we watch any of those videos together, I get so turned on that I can’t help going down on you even as we continue to watch the video. Without realizing it I gave a graphic description of giving you head. I haven’t talked about sucking dick like that since I was in college. Even with Gina, as much as we talked about her sex life, I was never that explicit. I don’t know what came over me. Well, Jill up and asked if I wanted to watch one of those movies together.”
She paused.
“So? Did you?” Cooper inquired. Suddenly this conversation had become quite interesting.
“Yes,” Bonnie said, an orgasm stubbornly resisting as she rubbed.
“Which one?”
“The Short Bus. I didn’t want to have to read subtitles since she and I were having a really good conversation.”
“Did you get turned on?” her husband asked, now very interested in what she was saying.
“Yes,” Bonnie answered again.
“Did she?”
“Just let me tell it,” Bonnie insisted. The orgasm wasn’t going to come, but she had gotten up the courage to talk.
She stopped masturbating and rolled to look at her husband. “Yes, we both got turned on. Watching people have sex on screen with Jill in the room was weird, but not uncomfortable. I don’t know if I’ve told you, but in college watching porn VHS videos was a staple in the dorms; but yesterday, well… it was really exciting.
