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Eyes closed, the woman tipped her head back with a little shake that sent her long hair falling in cascades down her bare back. Her breasts, full and upturned, rose and fell with her sighing, moaning breaths. Kneeling on the lush carpeting of the sunny study, she lowered herself onto her young chauffeur's mouth, holding her dewy lips open for his lapping tongue with the spread fingers of one hand. She was in control and in ecstasy, and utterly loving both.

Across the room from the TV on which the scene was playing, Christi and I cuddled closer on the bed and smiled at each other. This promised to be a good one.

I saw in the Entertainment section last Sunday that more than half of all X-rated movies are rented by women. The columnist wrote that she was amazed and more than a little shocked. Making all the Politically Correct noises about exploitation and oppression, she concluded, "If this figure is true, count me as the most surprised woman in America."

But I wasn't surprised at all. If that columnist had ever been in our favorite video store on a Friday evening, she'd have seen what my wife Christi and I see almost every time we're in -- families renting one for the kids and one for when the kids are asleep, and couples of all ages huddling in the adult section to look over the selection.

And if that columnist had ever rented an X-rated tape with her lover, she might have discovered what Christi and I did -- that, besides indulging a certain natural voyeurism, the magic PLAY button can give life to unspoken fantasies. What happens on the screen -- sleek, sexy bodies, exotic and adventurous couplings -- is only part of the story.

Christi had never seen a blue movie until we watched our first one together. Maybe that was the reason she took to them with so much enthusiasm. She became an eager explorer in a new and delightful land. Everything she'd ever heard of, she wanted to see. Everything she's ever enjoyed, she wants to enjoy vicariously. We settled on a simple arrangement -- she picks the movie, and I pick the wine.

There aren't any Academy Awards for adult movies, of course, and Christi's picked her share of duds. We talk and laugh our way through the merely inept, hit the STOP button on the crude or the cruel. But when images playing on the television screen in our darkened bedroom push Christi's buttons or my own, the room gets very warm very fast.

Truth is, we haven't seen many closing credits in the last year and a half, since we tend to get distracted by real-life kisses and fondling. In fact, some of our more memorable nights of love-making have started in front of what Christi calls the "fireplace." And one of the most memorable started with a tape Christi picked out by mistake.

I remember Christi showing me the box in the store. Partners in Seduction was the title; the photo on the front showed a shapely blonde sandwiched between two handsome men. The actress was standing sideways with her hands hooked behind her neck and her head thrown back. One man was kneeling before her and kissing low on her tanned belly, while the other pressed against her from behind and cupped her pale white breasts in his hands.

The plot summary was almost nonexistent, but Christi had already made up her mind. Being "double-teamed," as she calls it, is one of her long-held fantasies. It wasn't a movie I'd have picked -- you won't find that kind of three-way on my top-ten list -- but Christi's excitement is contagious.

"Should we take the movie and the clerk home with us, just in case you like it?" I teased her.

"Just the movie," she said, smiling. "We can always come back for the clerk."

Later that evening, we rendezvoused in bed. Christi wore the royal blue French nightie I gave her for Christmas, and I the short black silk robe (with embroidered dragon) she'd given me last Valentine's Day. I poured the Piesporter, and Christi picked up the remote control.

"Ready?"

"Light the fire."

From the start, we knew we were watching a no-reality-checks fantasy. The wicked-eyed lead actress played a married woman with an understanding husband and a taste for young love. This particular day, the local supermarket was her hunting ground. She trolled with a short skirt that rode up to show pink thigh and black garter belt when she bent over, and baited the hook with a scoop-necked top that showed a tempting cleavage when she leaned over her cart.

Her game, a blond college-aged youth with more hope than nerve, tried to be inconspicuous as he followed her through the aisles -- and failed miserably. In the produce section, he could only stare, a melon in each hand, as the actress spread her legs, lifted her skirt, and casually made most of a cucumber disappear inside her smooth-shaved slit. Eyes closed, head thrown back, she fucked herself slowly with the vegetable dildo. Finally, when her moans attracted a manager's attention, she stopped, let her skirt fall, and dropped the cucumber into the youth's basket as she passed him in the aisle.

"Buy it and bring it along," she said with a smile.

The hook was set. He followed her to the check-out, and then out into the parking lot. She waited for him at her car. "What's your name, sweetie?" she asked as he drew near.

"Jody."

"Perfect," she said. "I'm Ann. Do you want to come home with me, Jody, and fuck me?"

"Yes," he said, breathless.

Then she kissed him, wet and hard, her hand going to his crotch to stroke the bulge there. She whispered in his ear, "My husband Evan will be there. He likes to watch. He might want to join in. That's all right, isn't it?"

Dizzy with desire, Jody agreed.

Now they were in her bedroom, a large cozy space with a king- sized bed. Ann stripped slowly, for an audience of two -- Jody, standing close enough to touch her, and Evan, sitting in a deep- cushioned chair in a corner. At Ann's invitation, Jody kissed and nuzzled her breasts. Watching, Evan opened the fly of his walking shorts and began to stroke his cock.

"Oh, no -- don't just sit there and jerk off," Christi said to the TV, her voice full of mock disappointment. "Go over there and do something!"

But Evan remained a spectator as his wife, clad now only in garter belt and nylons, began to undress her nervous young catch. She kissed her way down the middle of his chest as she unbuttoned his shirt, then dropped to her knees in front of him as she unbuckled his belt and tugged his zipper down. As she took his swelling cock into her warm mouth, Evan squirted love oil in his palm and began to rub it all over his own erection.

Before long, their young visitor was naked, and Ann was pulling him down on top of her near the edge of the bed, whispering, "Fuck me. Fuck me, Jody." Legs bent and open wide, she invited his cock inside, guiding him with her hands on his hips. She squirmed deliciously as his cock filled her and his weight pinned her to the mattress.

It was then that the husband rose, shedding his shorts as he did. He emerged from the corner, his cock jutting out like a sword and glistening with the oil.

Her eyes bright, Christi gripped my thigh tightly as the husband approached the bed. "Yes! Do it to her."

Husband and wife smiled at each other and blew silent kisses over the shoulder of the young man, lustily thrusting away. "Go slow," Ann whispered to her new lover, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist in a hold that would have done a wrestler justice.

"Here it comes," Christi said, breathlessly hopeful. "Watch." Her hand reached for and closed around my cock. We watched, waiting for Ann to roll Jody to his back, offering her husband access to her ass.

But she never did. Instead, she tightened her grip on Jody, and her husband moved behind the young stallion. Then, in a slow- motion moment that seared us with surprise, Evan grasped Jody's hips in his large hands and pushed his oiled cock deep into the youth's ass.

The youth gasped, his eyes widening in surprise and revelation. He squirmed, resisting, but the two of them held him tight between them. They fucked him together, from beneath and behind, and before long he surrendered to the possession. Not long after, his body went rigid and shuddered, his eyes squeezed closed, and he grunted and groaned in animal pleasure.

But it was not over. Scooting toward the headboard, Ann moved out from under Jody and then pulled his head down into her crotch. "Do me now," she whispered urgently. "Lick my pussy. Make me come."

Evan kept his grip on Jody's hips and his cock buried deep inside the youth, and as Ann began to twist and moan under Jody's mouthwork, Evan's thrusts became faster and more vigorous. Finally, Ann locked her thighs around Jody's head and cried out, her whole body shaking. Moments later, Evan stepped back and sprayed long threads of come across the reddened asscheeks of their conquest.

I didn't see any more, because at that point Christi turned and went after me with a ferocity of desire I'd only rarely seen in her. Still clutching my cock in her fist, she burned my mouth with a kiss. I reached between her legs and found her lips so swollen they were already parted, so wet that three fingers slipped easily inside her.

Moving down my body, Christi savaged my nipples with her teeth, sending me into a mindless erotic haze. I drew a line of wet kisses along her shoulder, the only part of her my mouth could reach. She was rocking and squeezing on my fingers as I massaged the slight swelling of her G-spot, arching and mewling as the pad of my thumb moved in slow circles on her clit. Her hair swirled on my chest as she moved, a thousand feather caresses.

Then she pulled away from my touch, breathless. Sitting back on her heels between my legs, she looked at me hard, with a hint of a smile. "Who were you?" she demanded breathlessly. "Where were you in the movie?" She bit her lower lip like a child waiting for a treat as she waited for me to answer.

I almost didn't tell her. Nobody was more surprised than me, and it wasn't easy to admit. But when Evan stepped up and split those cheeks with his shiny cock, I had just about shot off all over myself. It pushed a button I didn't know I had.

"In the middle," I said.

Her smile widened. "Good," she said. "Because I was the one behind you." She pushed my legs up and apart. "Close your eyes. I'm going to borrow your cock and fuck you with it."

It didn't make sense at the moment. But when she moved forward, still kneeling, and pulled my cock down to ease it inside her, it was like someone had changed the polarity on our private sexual circuit.

Maybe it was the wine. Maybe it was being on my back, passive instead of active. Maybe it was having someone between my legs, instead of the other way around. Or maybe it was just because she looked at me so wickedly when she planted the thought in my head.

But when she pushed my knees back almost to my chest and began to thrust her hips forward, my brain didn't hardly know what to do with the sensations it was receiving. It felt like I imagined being a woman must feel during lovemaking. It felt like she was fucking me. And it was out of this world.

Christi leaned forward and took some of her weight on her hands, freeing her to move her hips farther and faster. A familiar wet slapping sound filled the room. Her small breasts jounced, her hair flew. A drop of perspiration fell from her chin to my chest. I raked her skin with what stubs of fingernails I had. I grasped her asscheeks as she had so often grasped mine and pulled her "into" me.

It couldn't go on forever, and didn't -- we were both too excited. I think I came first, or maybe she did. It was hard to tell. There was this wonderful fireworks moment of gasping cries and flooding sensations when we both went rigid against each other, my hands clutching her ass and hers clutching the sheets. The moment relaxed into a warm side-by-side embrace, my face still showing blank surprise, hers still showing her self-satisfied Cheshire cat smile.

"Wow," she said into my shoulder.

"Yeah," I said, looking through the ceiling.

Slowly I realized that there were other voices in the room -- the videotape was still playing. Without breaking the embrace, we rearranged ourselves and the pillows so that we could see the screen. Ann and Evan were at it again with a new recruit, a freckle-faced redhead. Freckles had his mouth full of Evan's cock and his ass full of something pink and plastic -- attached to a black harness Ann was wearing around her hips.

"This is not the movie I thought it was," Christi said with false peevishness.

"Let's ask for a refund."

"I have a better idea," she said. She was starting to get that animal-fire look again. "Let's buy one of those so I can do it to your ass." She looked at me. "What would you think about that?"

I cuddled her a little closer. "We'll talk."

We talked. We talked about labels like hetero, bi, and gay, and how awkward and restricting they sometimes were. We talked about fantasies that were too risky to explore but too powerful to ignore.

And when we were done talking, we went shopping. It took stops at three adult bookstores to find it, but we came home with a slender pink strap-on dildo which had a soft vibrating base that fit snugly against Christi's mons.

The first time she tried it on, we both had a giggle fit. It was perfect, and it was absurd, and any desire we had dissolved into laughter. She pranced and admired herself in the mirror, and we made jokes that would have embarrassed a thirteen-year-old. At the end of the night, the dildo went into the bedstand drawer unused.

But the second time she put it on, things were different. We'd both had a week to think about it. Buying the dildo had been like making a promise to go back and explore that role-switching experience we'd stumbled on by accident. It was going to happen. And when Christi thought I was ready, she made it happen.

She'd been the aggressor that night, undressing me, making love to me with her mouth and her hands, refusing to let me touch between her thighs. When her fingers moved to the pucker of my anus and began to stroke and massage there, I knew what she had in mind. Soon she was stroking my cock with one hand and preparing my ass with the other, spreading a cool lubricant on and in the opening.

Lying on my back with my eyes closed, I heard the drawer open. I raised my head from the pillow and watched as she donned the dildo and drew the straps tight. I raised my hips so she could push a pillow under them. Then she squirted lubricant into my palm and guided my hands as I spread the clear, slippery jelly over the head and shaft of the dildo.

When I was done, she smiled and kissed me, and then she took me. There was no pain. Her manner had prepared me, her massage had relaxed me, and the jelly erased any further resistance. The vibrator humming, Christi fucked my ass with slow exquisite strokes. I lost myself in the moment, the extraordinary feeling, until my whole body knotted and my own cock, pressed between us, twitched and spurted white heat onto our bellies.

We were both breathless, glowing. "Wish I had a movie of that," she said, grinning down at me. "How much do camcorders cost?"

"I think they rent them at the video store."

Her eyes lit up. "Really?"

We checked the next time we stopped in. They do. We did. But that's another story--