"So," my wife smiled, "watching me dance with other guys turns you on?"
I didn't know what to say, how far to take this sudden confession of mine. "I... well, I guess so,
"And when he kissed me?" she probed.
I groaned inwardly, remembering. "Pretty sure you were kissing him back," I said defensively. Maybe if I turned things back on her, she'd change the subject.
"Mm hmm " Her face cracked into a smile, her teeth flashing white in the dim light of our bedroom. "And you liked that, too." It was a statement, not a question.
