A threesome.

"A threesome?" Catherine laughed again. "I can see why you never asked. The answer is a qualified yes. I've actually thought about it myself. Who did you have in mind?"

"I hadn't really thought about it."

She rolled her eyes. "Rick, I can't lie but that doesn't mean I can't tell when you're lying. Come on, let's make it easy. Anyone at all. Famous, fictional, living or dead. Although I assume you'd want them to be living for the threesome..."

He laughed. "Alright. Jessica Biel. I grew up on Seventh Heaven reruns."

"Damn, good taste." Catherine nodded. "She'd be on my shortlist too."

A beat passed. Rick took her hand and gave it a grateful squeeze. "This is really fun, honey. I don't think I've actually thanked you."

"Make sure to thank me again tomorrow, when I'll remember it," Catherine said dryly. "I'm glad you're having fun."

"It's just... I didn't know it would be like this. I just pictured a weekend of crazy sex or whatever. It's really nice being able to open up like this. I almost wish you could remember it."

She put a hand on his cheek affectionately. "That's the fun, though. It's like an ice sculpture - the impermanence is part of the appeal."

"Speaking of appeal... you said Jessica Biel would be on your shortlist. Are you actually bi?"

Catherine shrugged. The movement of her flesh against his felt warm and comfortable as they lay nude together. "I don't know. I've always been a little curious. I'll admit to finding women attractive, but I've never been sure I'd want actually stick my tongue in someone's cunt."

Rick audibly gasped. He had never heard her use that word before. She giggled a little at his reaction. "Sorry. The filter's off, right? Anyway, I think a threesome would be a fun way to explore that. I get to kiss and suck and grope away at a lady but when it's time to go to work, you can take care of her. Besides, I figured you're way too straight to want a guy involved."

He nodded. "Yeah, but I'm a little curious-"

"David Duchovny," she said immediately. "Early X-Files era."

A beat passed and they both laughed again. Rick was reminded of hanging out with kids at summer camp, talking about what they'd do with Pamela Anderson and Cindy Crawford. "So have you thought about anyone more... realistic?"

"I dunno," she said with a grin. "Maybe that receptionist at your office. Jenny?"

"Jenna," he corrected. "She's like twenty-five, though. I don't know that she'd be interested in a couple of old weirdos like us."

Catherine slapped his arm playfully and sat up. "You said realistic, not pessimistic. Should we just go to the old folks' home and hand out fliers? Sweetie, you've got to set your sights a little higher. I'll bet Jenna's into sexy older guys. She's probably stroked it thinking about you at least a couple of times."

Rick was becoming increasingly comfortable with his wife's newfound vulgarity. "I doubt it. She probably jills off to Fortnite or something. Fucking zoomers."

She laughed heartily again. Rick couldn't remember the last time she'd laughed this much, and he said so.

"I still won't remember tomorrow," she joked. "But it looks like you might be interested in doing more trust drops in the future?"

"Hell yeah," Rick said. "This is great! I want to do it every weekend."

Catherine grinned. "If you bring it up when I'm off the drops I'll probably tell you I don't want to spend half my life blacked out. Right now, I can't imagine anything better. Now, are you hungry? I'm hungry. Let's go out!"

Rick nodded. He was dimly aware that it might be a bad idea for Catherine to leave the house in this state, but he didn't care. Her carefree euphoria was infectious and he felt slightly drunk. "Hell yeah!" he repeated.