Yes, No, Maybe

We eat at my dining table in the nude. Scrambled eggs over toast, and black coffee. The room is bright with sunshine.

I cooked with an apron on that exposed my bare ass and plenty of side boob, which she got a kick out of. I don't usually cook naked-one of the few times at home when I prefer to wear clothes.

But we're in a cheeky mood, and I'm having fun.

After we're done and I get the plates in the dishwasher, and we scoot up next to each other at the table.

I ask her, "Have you ever filled out one of these before?"

She says, "I'd never even heard of it before today."

"There's a bunch of them online. Or you can just make one. You make a list of sex acts. Then you and a partner go down the list and you each put down yes, no, or maybe."

"Like 'Would You Rather?'"

"More like, 'This is a thing that I like or that I'm interested in trying. This next thing, I might try it, or, I'm into it with restrictions. And this one is a hard pass.'"

"That sounds like fun."

"It is fun. I think comparing lists is great for getting the imagination going. It's also good for practicing consent. If you mark something as a no, I know not to push the issue. And vice versa."

She gives me a naughty look. "What kinds of stuff do you mark as a no?"

"Uh, not much."

We both laugh.

I scroll through my phone, pull up one of my favorites, and start us off.

"How do you feel about public displays of affection?"

She nods.

I say, "Is that a yes, a no, or a maybe?"

"Yes," she says. "How about you?"

"Yes," I say.

She smiles.

I continue. "How do you feel about sexual touching in public?"

She thinks for a moment, then says, "I'm not sure. I guess it depends on what it is."

"That sounds like a maybe."

"Yeah, I guess it's a maybe. How about you?"

"It's a yes for me."

"Have you?"

"Have I what?"

"Touched partners sexually in public. Or had them touch you."

"Yeah. Actually, I really like being watched."

She nods, her eyes a little wide.

I add, "But let's hold off on that for now."

She nods again.

"How do you feel about sex on your period? Or when your partner is on their period?" I ask.

"I kind of don't feel like doing it when I'm on my period. It's not that I think periods are bad, but... I just don't feel like doing it."

I nod.

She says, "I don't think I'd mind having sex with a partner who was on their period. Like, if we had towels on hand to keep it from getting too messy.

I nod. "I like getting fucked by a cock on my period. It's almost frictionless. It's not better, just different. And if I'm PMSing, having an orgasm helps settle my cramps."

She asks, "What about a partner on their period?"

"It doesn't make a difference to me at all."

She flashes a look that might be skepticism, but she doesn't say anything.

I ask, "Do you like phone sex?"

"I've never had it."

"Would you?"

"Doesn't it feel kind of hokey?"

"At first. But it's also fun. It's like any kind of sex. It's easier to buy into it if you're horny."

"Okay. I think I'd try it."

"Good."

She's in a bubbly mood. I think it's the coffee.

"What about anal sex?" I ask.

Her eyes narrow. "You mean like someone putting his dick in my ass?"

"Maybe. Or you can massage someone's anus, you can lick it, you can finger their ass, you can use toys on them."

They can double-penetrate you, they can fist you...

"I don't think that sounds like something I'd like," she says.

"Giving or receiving?"

"What?"

"I mean, you might feel differently depending on whether it's your ass being played with or you playing with someone else's."

"Do you like it?"

"Oh yes."

"Giving or receiving?"

Rapidly, I go through the full rolodex of permutations in my head. "I've tried just about every form of ass play I can think of, giving and receiving. I really enjoy it."

"Why?" she asks.

"With something in your ass, there's this feeling of fullness and heaviness. It's nice on its own, but it enhances other pleasures as well. Plus, I like it when someone touches or licks my asshole."

"Oh," she says. I can see the wheels turning in her head.

"Also," I add, "for people who have prostates, anal penetration can be really good."

"How does that work?"

"Fingers. Or toys."

She looks curious now. "I think I'm going to say maybe," she says.

"Would you suck a cock?"

"No."

"Bearing in mind that it's not just cis boys, and that some trans women also have cocks. And that anyone can wear a cock."

"I guess I haven't thought about it," she says.

"Maybe this goes without saying, but I love sucking cock."

She laughs. "Maybe we should just assume you're a 'yes' on all of these unless you say otherwise."

I grin. She has my number "Okay. We'll do that."

"Why would someone suck a fake cock?" she asks.

"Like a strapon?"

"Yeah."

"Sucking cock isn't just about pure physical pleasure. It creates a power dynamic. One person is servicing another. It's a psychological pleasure."

"So I could answer this one as giving or receiving?"

"Yeah."

"And it's not necessarily a boy?"

"Not necessarily a cis boy, yes."

"Okay. Maybe, then."

"Maybe for giving or receiving?"

"Both, I guess."

She's becoming more amenable to things, the more she learns about them.

She's also really turning me on.

"Would you spit on someone?" I ask. "Or let them spit on you?"

"Ew, no. Why?"

"There's always spit involved when you're kissing someone. Sometimes, quite a lot of it. With oral sex, some of that fragrance and moisture is actually spit."

"Oh."

"And then there's spitting during rough sex, or creating a power dynamic. Again, it's a psychological thing."

"I guess maybe. I didn't think about kissing or oral. But I don't know about the power thing."

"How about piss?" I ask.

"No."

"Got it."

She laughs.

I look her in the eye for this one. "Would you like to sit on my face?"

She lights up. "Yes!"

"Can I sit on your face?"

"Any time."

I'm going to hold her to that. Maybe more than she knows.

Smothering her face with my ass, grinding her with my pussy while she holds her breath...

"How do you feel about exhibitionism?" I ask

"Like running around naked?"

"I mean doing something sexual where you might get caught. Or in front of an audience."

"Like masturbating?"

"Yes. Or partnered sex."

She frowns. "Uh, I don't know."

"Are you leaning no then? Or maybe?"

"It's just..."

I put the phone down and wait patiently.

"It turns me on, as an idea," she says. "Getting caught, or being watched."

"But?"

"I guess I'm just a private person. I don't like being the center of attention. Or being judged."

"I get that. But it's different during sex. You don't get a lot of shitty remarks, unless it's part of a scene you've created."

"Why would you do that?"

"It's a power thing. Humiliation and degredation. Most of the time, that's not what I go for. But, every once in a while..."

She looks skeptical. "Don't you get, like, stage fright?"

"No. It's not anyone I know, or it's people I only know sexually. Honestly, some of the best experiences I've had were in front of a lot of people."

"Oh."

I pick the phone up, prepared to pass on that question.

Then she says, "Maybe, then."

"What about watching other people?"

"Like someone having sex where they don't know we can see them?"

"Yeah. Or people intentionally having sex in front of us. Like at a party or a sex show."

"They have those?"

"Yup."

"Are they... good?"

"Oh yes," I say, smiling.

"Do they..." she trails off.

"Fuck?"

"Yeah."

"Sometimes."

She mulls this over, then says "Yes."

I'm mildly surprised. She contains multitudes.

A thought occurs to me.

"Would you ever watch me with someone else?" I ask.

She's silent. I think this catches her off-guard.

After a pause, she says, "Like if you were fucking someone with me in the room?"

"Yeah," I say. "It could be that. Or, if we went to a sex party and I wanted to participate."

"I don't know," she says. "I feel like I might be fine with it, but I also don't see myself putting myself in that positon, you know?"

I nod.

"And it might be one of those things where I think I'm fine with it until it actually happens."

"That's a fair answer," I say.

"Maybe, I guess," she says. "With the option to call it off if I'm freaking out."

I lower the phone for a moment.

I say, "Even the stuff you say 'yes' to, no matter how enthusiastic, you can always call it off. You never have to keep going through with something just because you said yes at first."

"Okay," she says.

"Just keep that in mind," I say, "not just for these questions, but in general."

"Okay," she says again.

Then she asks, "Not that it would ever be a thing, but what about you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Would you watch me with someone else?"

I lean in and give her a stern look.

"I would be absolutely thrilled to," I say. "And I'd get myself off to the memory of it for the rest of my life."

She laughs, a little embarrassed.

I return to my phone.

"Do you like spanking?" I ask.

"I haven't done it, but I'd like to try."

"Do you want to be spanked? Or do you want to spank someone?"

"Both."

"Good," I say, half to myself.

I'm in full-on horny brain now. I'm trying not to show it.

Every time I glance at her, I'm checking for signs that she's horny too. I think she is.

But, with stoicism, we proceed.

"How do you feel about strapons?"

"I like them as a visual. But, like, wearing one?"

"Yeah."

"I don't know."

"Would you like to try?"

"Do you have one?"

"I have harnesses in all materials and sizes. And as many dildo options as you could want."

"Oh. Maybe not right now."

I laugh. "But you'd try one on?"

"Yeah," she says. "There's no point in not trying."

"How about if I wore one?"

"During sex?"

"Yeah."

"I don't know if having anything in my vagina is going to be my thing."

I nod.

She adds, "I guess that must seem pretty weird."

"It's not weird," I say. "I think we undersell what a vulnerable thing it is for someone to put part of their body inside yours. And that's what a strapon is simulating."

She nods. "I think you just decoded a lot of the power inequalities in traditional relationships."

Fuck, she's smart.

"There are other kinds of strapon play," I say, getting back on track. "Remember what we talked about earlier."

"Oh yeah."

I ask, "Would you fuck me with a strapon?"

She thinks for a second, and says, "I don't know how much I'd get out of it. But if you wanted it..."

"Sounds like a solid maybe to me."

"Yeah."

"You can also peg someone."

"Peg?"

"It's when you fuck someone in the ass with a strapon. Usually, when people talk about pegging, they're talking about a woman anally penetrating a cis man."

"Oh. That sounds fun."

I grin. "It is."

"Do they like it?"

"Most of them won't try it," I say, "but the ones who do tend to love it."

"Sounds like those other guys are missing out."

"Yup."

"Does it make them come?"

"Some of them do," I say. "Others, you can jerk them off, or they can jerk themselves off. I've heard prostate orgasms are amazing."

I skip the one about DP, since she's apprehensive about penetration.

"How do you feel about swinging?" I ask.

"Swinging?" she laughs. "Like in the '70s?"

"Sort of," I say. "You go on a double date, and you and the other couple trade partners for sex. It's soft swapping if it's just oral, and full swap if everything's on the table."

"Do they do it in front of each other?"

"It's up to them."

"I don't know. I'm not big on sleeping around."

"How do you feel about group sex?"

"Like a threesome?"

"Or a foursome. Or more."

"Like, me, a girl, and a guy?"

"There are lots of permutations. A threesome could be you and a traditional guy-girl couple. It could be you and two people of your gender, or you and two people of other genders."

"I know it's weird," she says, "but I'd actually feel better about sleeping with a guy if another girl were involved."

"What about two other girls?"

"Doesn't that get complicated?"

"Not really," I say. "It helps if everyone's on the same page from the start. And it helps to periodically check in with each other in the middle of it."

"So they don't just fall together naturally like in movies?"

I laugh. "No."

"Is it the same with a foursome?"

"Yeah. Just more people, more individual sets of likes and dislikes."

"Don't you feel obligated to service everyone?" she asks.

"Not really," I say. "It helps to think in terms of one person being the center of attention, at least for a while. And who that person is can rotate. Also, not everybody has to participate the whole time."

"What about more than foursomes?"

"Like orgies? Or gangbangs?"

Her eyes get big. I think it's the word "gangbang."

"An orgy is what it sounds like," I say. "An arranged situation where lots of people fuck each other. Typically, they break off into little cliques. So it helps to be hospitable when you see someone left out."

"And gangbangs?"

"An arranged situation where a bunch of people focus on one person."

"Like in a threesome," she says. "The center of attention."

"Yeah. Except that person doesn't switch off. The whole thing is organized around one person servicing everybody. But, in practice, that person is also getting serviced by everybody else."

"Isn't it usually a bunch of men having sex with one woman?"

"Sometimes. Cis men and a cis woman, yeah."

"Don't straight guys think they'll turn gay if they're doing something sexual with all those other men?"

"I don't think they think of it this way." I say. "But, if you want my opinion...

She nods.

I continue, "It's homoerotic. Like, way homoerotic. Which, for me, adds a lot to the enjoyment."

"You've been in a gangbang?"

"I have."

"I know we're busy right now," she says, "but you're going to have to tell me all about this later."

"I will!"

She leans back a little, staring pensively into the middle distance. While she isn't looking, I sneak in a quick glance up and down her body, because I'm a pervert.

She sits casually, her arms crossed loosely below her bare breasts. A living candid nude.

"I think," she says, "'maybe' to a threesome with a guy and a girl. And 'no' to an all-girl threesome."

This piques my curiosity. "I would have thought it would be the other way around."

"Something about an all-girl threesome seems kind of intimidating" she clarifies, "but maybe a threesome would be a safe way to try sex with a guy."

I laugh. "You're going to get unicorn-hunted."

"Unicorn-hunted?"

"It's when a guy-girl couple are looking for a bisexual single woman to basically be their living prop in a threesome," I say. "It's called unicorn hunting, because the person willing to do that is so rare."

She smiles, sheepishly. "I guess I'm getting unicorn-hunted, then. But..."

"But?"

"I think I'd feel better if you were the girl."

"How serious are you about this?"

"I don't know. Not very."

Now it's my turn to stare pensively.

And yes, I feel her ogling me when I look away.

"I know a lot of couples I could hook you up with who'd be cool," I say. "But, if you want it to be me, and you're on the fence, let's just entertain the idea for a while."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, if we're out and about, we'll check out the cis guys. We won't approach anyone-we'll just talk about what we'd do if we did. As a hypothetical."

She nods. "That sounds fun."

"You like that idea?"

"I do."

"Okay."

"What if-hypothetically," she asks, "What if we did approach someone?"

"This would just be an exercise," I say. "To get used to the idea. If we're actually looking for a male third, I'd go with someone one of us already knows, someone we know is going to be cool."

"I don't think I know anyone like that," she says.

"I have a long list of contacts," I say. "Or, if you want to pick someone neutral, we can always make a dating profile and look for guys looking to be a third."

"Do you think we'll find any?" she jokes.

"I think we'll find a lot of guys who like the idea. But, to tell you the truth, a lot of them chicken out."

"Okay," she says. "It's not to say that I'll actually go through with it, but I'm fine with, you know, entertaining the idea."

"Good."

"As far as the other group sex stuff..."

"Yeah?"

"I'm going to pass for now. I need to be a beginner for a while."

"You're wise beyond your experience."

She blushes. I notice that her tits flush a little bit, too.

We get through a few more items. She's mildly curious about the bondage stuff, and she's a hard pass on the more hardcore bodily fluid stuff.

To be honest, I'm barely listening at this point. I'm paying just enough attention to take in the information and file it away.

I need to fuck.

She's sitting in front of me, we're both naked, I think she's horny, and I know I am.

Neither of us has anywhere to be until the afternoon.

~THE END~