How the Other Half Loves

***This story is 10 years old, I am not 100% sure who originally wrote it but it has some good content. I wanted update it all this time later although various authors have done different stuff on this over time. Please enjoy this story but understand it will be changing a lot so some stuff might now really work***

"That's crazy," she says.

"No, it's true," you tell your wife, "I can't see you naked without wanting sex, even when I'm tired."

Sam looks at you with that disbelieving half-smile that you love so much. "You mean you can just be sitting on the couch talking, and if suddenly you see my breasts, you will right then and there be ready to have sex?" And with that, she pulls her top up over her head and throws it on the coffee table.

Sure enough, your crotch is getting hard and warm. Smiling, you say, "Yep. Though technically all I can see is the beautiful cleavage above that lacy bra you're— ahem, still wearing."

"Ha ha. I don't think so, buster. You see, I'm a woman, Paul. I have to get in the mood, first. I need to be kissed, to be massaged, to be spoken to. For me, I feel like sex after we've had a long, intimate conversation together. You want me ready? You'll have to work for it."

"Well, I'm ready right now," you say.

"Really?"

"Really, See for yourself."

"Oh, you're just looking for a little hand action, you perv," she says. You don't argue, though, as she leans over and gives your penis a quick squeeze through the now damp material of your pants.

After a pause, she says, "Um...do you ever wonder..."

"What?" you ask.

"No, never mind." she says.

"I think we have been together long enough and done enough you know I am not going to laugh so what?" you ask.

"Well," she says shyly, "Do you ever wonder...you know...how it feels for...for the 'other side'?"

"You mean, do I ever wonder what sex feels like for a woman?" you ask. She nods quickly, and you say, "Well, yeah, I guess I have wondered what it feels like for you. I guess if I could better understand what you're experiencing, then I'd be able to better please you."

This suggestion brings a smile to her prettily blushing face.

"Well?" you ask.

"Well what?"

"How about you? Do you ever wonder what it's like..."

"What it's like to have sex as a man?" she finishes for you. "Well, I guess I have wondered for a long time, actually. I mean, I wonder sometimes what, exactly, you're feeling--what it would be like to have something like this between my legs." And with that, she gives you another playful squeeze.

Grinning, you say, "Hey, you can find out tonight if you like!" To her look of confusion you quickly respond, "Oh, no! I mean, if all you want is a penis between your legs, I can give you mine." As you say it, you realize it still doesn't sound like what you actually mean.

Batting her eyelashes at you, she asks in mock innocence, "Oh, you'd do that for me honey? You'd let me have your penis for the night?"

"Um...sure," you say, "But I hope you don't mind if I remain attached to it."

"What if I wanted to though" She says. "Well I would need it back Monday I guess" You say a bit confused but willing to play along.

"Okay, buster. I get the message. But I really am tired and want to go to bed, now." For a third time, she gives you a squeeze through your pants, and then she gets up and heads for the stairs.

"So I'm confused. Are we going to have sex tonight or not?" you ask.

"You're kidding, right? It's really late, and I'm tired."