Wife may want a gangbang?

randic69

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Apr 7, 2021
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I have hinted at things like what would happen if we were at the theater and everyone wanted to bang you? She has always said she wasn't in to that really and that she thought it would be too much. Well the other day we were watching some porn and having a good naked night together when a women in the video was getting gangbanged in a theater. She was really quiet watching and I asked her if she like the video or wanted me to change it? She replied I don't know I haven't decided yet? After a couple more minutes she just says I'm trying to imagine what it would be like to have a bunch of guys lined up to fuck me like that? So we chatted a little bit more about it and she was sheepishly confessing that she found it to be a turn on and was fantasizing about what it would be like? Has this happened to anyone else or is this the starting phase to possibly wanting a gangbang?
 
Saves a lot of searching if both your wife and the random men gathered around her are already in a state of arousal, standing cocks have no conscience and if they're already fired up at the theatre or other venues where sex is a part of the entertainment she won't be short of a service volunteer or two.

Providing order is kept, you may have to make sure that it is if your wife's going to feel and enjoy the praise the men offer her and what you witness and perhaps take part in yourself will excite you beyond any description I or others can give you. Make sure you know what her attitude is about condoms, if she wants them worn make sure you have selection to hand and that they are used otherwise make her 'no entry' to those who refuse, it'll take some policing but you will have to be assertive on your wife's behalf but if she doesn't like condoms and many women as well as men don't you could enjoy the treat of a lifetime.

Important that all goes well during your wife's first gang bang as it'll set the scene for the future which is important for long term pleasure. My wife Liza together with her lover Anna were already into gang bangs when I met them both professionally as occasional hotel based escorts and for personal enjoyment, my second ever threesome was with them and had followed my successful introduction to threesomes with Anna in which she was the gift of younger flesh from Christina a forty something Greek goddess who I'd given my undivided attention to for over year when I was in my mid twenties following my admiration for her legs and arse/ass on a staircase.

Liza and Anna's desires to be the centres of attraction for groups of men working together were my introduction to a world I never dreamed existed, my first performances were regarded as reasonable but not great as I was way too excited and the women then ensured that I was in future pressure relieved an hour or so before I took part which you may wish to consider if you don't wish to fall victim to premature ejaculation mid performance, ideally as the host offering his wife for pleasure you should be the last to cum, it's highly pleasurable and almost always seals the end of the session.

Not all men maintain their personal hygiene to the standard your wife might require, Smegma gathered beneath the foreskin is unpleasant visually and in taste and odour possibly carrying desease, both Liza and Anna refuse men in that condition telling them in no uncertain terms to clean themselves which is not always possible and they carry antiseptic wet wipes with them to use on the men if required, the antiseptic agents contained in the wipes may make men jump when applied to an uncovered uncut cock but that's a small price for the men to pay for the pleasure they'll receive from the mouths throats and tongues of babes! Enjoy.
 
I have hinted at things like what would happen if we were at the theater and everyone wanted to bang you? She has always said she wasn't in to that really and that she thought it would be too much. Well the other day we were watching some porn and having a good naked night together when a women in the video was getting gangbanged in a theater. She was really quiet watching and I asked her if she like the video or wanted me to change it? She replied I don't know I haven't decided yet? After a couple more minutes she just says I'm trying to imagine what it would be like to have a bunch of guys lined up to fuck me like that? So we chatted a little bit more about it and she was sheepishly confessing that she found it to be a turn on and was fantasizing about what it would be like? Has this happened to anyone else or is this the starting phase to possibly wanting a gangbang?

For my wife, her fascination with gangbangs began 23 years ago. We were fresh in the Lifestyle scene and had joined an on-premise swinger club near our home. Everything was new to us at the time, and one evening we both stood and watched as a long line of men stood to take their turn with the wife of one of our friends. My wife just watched as she stood by my side and then after we left the club that night she talked about it and how erotic she had found it for one woman to take so many men. I will never forget her commenting about it being hot to see one girl taking a cock in her mouth, one in her ass, and one in her pussy while other guys played with her tits, slapped her ass, and jacked off on her. I asked her if she thought it might be something she would like to try. Her reply was a firm no, but she said it was hot to watch.

For almost a year, the subject of that night continued to come up in conversation. My wife had also talked to her friend, Christina, about what it was like to have so many men lined up and fucking her. During that time we were still having regular MFM threesomes with our friend but then one night, we ended up in our first MMMF foursome. We never considered that number a gangbang, since our only experience was seeing a long line of men with one woman. But, my wife loved the MMMF and taking three hard cocks all at the same time. Afterward, she began to talk about doing a gangbang.

For her first, we decided to host it out of town at one of the old-style Residence Inn hotel suites where the complex looked like townhouses. I did a ton of research and talked to many people on how to best organize the event for her and ensure her safety. I had the help of my friend who had been an intimate partner with my wife for about 18 months at the time. Although my wife got cold feet and was super nervous the night of the planned gangbang, she went through with it and took 17 bareback cocks over the course of roughly five hours. She enjoyed the experience and we had planned an annual birthday gangbang for her now for the last 23 years. Some of the things we have learned over this time offered for those interested in trying it out,

  • Only roughly 50% of the men invited will show up on the night of the event.
  • 15% of the men will not be able to achieve or maintain an erection.
  • According to my wife, 5 men is an ideal number, 7 is her max. When she has had more she just gets' numb and sore as the line continues. She says between the 5th and 7th cock, she no longer really has the sensation and has very little enjoyment. Obviously, this is her number and varies on how long each man lasts and her orgasms.
  • We only do bareback, so pre-screening potential men is important for everyone involved.
  • Setting definite rules and boundaries is essential before any play begins.
  • It is best for the husband to facilitate and we always have our friend along to help facilitate. We do not participate until after all the guys are done and have left.
  • Gangbangs are messy! We always rent a hotel room with two beds or rooms so we have a clean bed to sleep in afterward.
 
I have hinted at things like what would happen if we were at the theater and everyone wanted to bang you? She has always said she wasn't in to that really and that she thought it would be too much. Well the other day we were watching some porn and having a good naked night together when a women in the video was getting gangbanged in a theater. She was really quiet watching and I asked her if she like the video or wanted me to change it? She replied I don't know I haven't decided yet? After a couple more minutes she just says I'm trying to imagine what it would be like to have a bunch of guys lined up to fuck me like that? So we chatted a little bit more about it and she was sheepishly confessing that she found it to be a turn on and was fantasizing about what it would be like? Has this happened to anyone else or is this the starting phase to possibly wanting a gangbang?
I have this fantasy. Not all men together one at a time lined up. I am blindfold and they do what they want. It will stay a fantasy because it is not practical. I do not want diseases and how does it come real? I think your wife thinks the same maybe.
 
Saves a lot of searching if both your wife and the random men gathered around her are already in a state of arousal, standing cocks have no conscience and if they're already fired up at the theatre or other venues where sex is a part of the entertainment she won't be short of a service volunteer or two.

Providing order is kept, you may have to make sure that it is if your wife's going to feel and enjoy the praise the men offer her and what you witness and perhaps take part in yourself will excite you beyond any description I or others can give you. Make sure you know what her attitude is about condoms, if she wants them worn make sure you have selection to hand and that they are used otherwise make her 'no entry' to those who refuse, it'll take some policing but you will have to be assertive on your wife's behalf but if she doesn't like condoms and many women as well as men don't you could enjoy the treat of a lifetime.

Important that all goes well during your wife's first gang bang as it'll set the scene for the future which is important for long term pleasure. My wife Liza together with her lover Anna were already into gang bangs when I met them both professionally as occasional hotel based escorts and for personal enjoyment, my second ever threesome was with them and had followed my successful introduction to threesomes with Anna in which she was the gift of younger flesh from Christina a forty something Greek goddess who I'd given my undivided attention to for over year when I was in my mid twenties following my admiration for her legs and arse/ass on a staircase.

Liza and Anna's desires to be the centres of attraction for groups of men working together were my introduction to a world I never dreamed existed, my first performances were regarded as reasonable but not great as I was way too excited and the women then ensured that I was in future pressure relieved an hour or so before I took part which you may wish to consider if you don't wish to fall victim to premature ejaculation mid performance, ideally as the host offering his wife for pleasure you should be the last to cum, it's highly pleasurable and almost always seals the end of the session.

Not all men maintain their personal hygiene to the standard your wife might require, Smegma gathered beneath the foreskin is unpleasant visually and in taste and odour possibly carrying desease, both Liza and Anna refuse men in that condition telling them in no uncertain terms to clean themselves which is not always possible and they carry antiseptic wet wipes with them to use on the men if required, the antiseptic agents contained in the wipes may make men jump when applied to an uncovered uncut cock but that's a small price for the men to pay for the pleasure they'll receive from the mouths throats and tongues of babes! Enjoy.
Enjoyed reading your story, and was struck by your wife and her lover going groups of guys together, because my wife and her college roommate did several gangbangs together in college. I love hearing her stories about them and would love to re-create them!
 
I have hinted at things like what would happen if we were at the theater and everyone wanted to bang you? She has always said she wasn't in to that really and that she thought it would be too much. Well the other day we were watching some porn and having a good naked night together when a women in the video was getting gangbanged in a theater. She was really quiet watching and I asked her if she like the video or wanted me to change it? She replied I don't know I haven't decided yet? After a couple more minutes she just says I'm trying to imagine what it would be like to have a bunch of guys lined up to fuck me like that? So we chatted a little bit more about it and she was sheepishly confessing that she found it to be a turn on and was fantasizing about what it would be like? Has this happened to anyone else or is this the starting phase to possibly wanting a gangbang?
You should go to a theatre for a look, she doesn't have to do anything. She can see what its like, have a look in the booths.
try to get her watching more porn on the subject, try gloryhole porn, its only a step away from opening the booth door.
 
Lots of insight’s in the responses to the OP…

Being the center in a gang-bang is high on the list of common fantasies for women. It’s more difficult to know how many women realize their gang-bang fantasy.

KK’s fascination with gang-bangs started in college. She pulled a train at a frat party. That experience led to months of being a frat house fuck-toy. The young men even dedicated a special room in the frat house for KK.

Since that initial experience, KK’s centered in dozens of gang-bangs; spontaneous events, organized events, in venues from outdoors to clubs, hotels, adult bookstores and theaters, private parties in homes…

Adult bookstores and theaters (I’ll abbreviate these venues under the collective acronym ABS) are among the least well-controlled for a gang-bang.

Positives include a collection of horny, willing, eager men in the ABS patronage, in some cases a sort of taboo aura because of the semi-public setting and related factors, and the logistical ease of just showing up, without the effort of planning an event.

Negatives include things ranging from hygiene, the lack of controlling “quality” of a partner (ABS patrons are just random men from any/all walks of life), health risk, law enforcement presence/intervention, to cleanliness of the venue (many ABS are filthy).

The remainder of this is long, no gang-bang involved, but is some insight into our earliest experience in the ABS environment. It took place decades before our “official” journey down the hot wife road.

My obsession with KK engaging in sex with other men began as the result of emotional trauma, during my undergraduate, collegiate years. The triggering event was KK’s decision to break off our engagement - a traumatic, heart-breaking moment.

During that period, I developed a growing, seemingly perverse obsession over thoughts, visualizations, and my imagination, thinking of KK having sex with other guys. Some was based on suspicion, some on innuendo, some just on logic, and knowledge of KK’s personality and needs. Those feelings intensified throughout the period of our break-up.

Eventually, we got back together, KK and I resumed our engagement, and we got married shortly after completing our undergraduate programs. There was possibly a relatively short window in time, six to eight months, in the period just prior to the wedding, through the first several months of married life, during which I was relatively free of the obsession. That did not last.

Setting other details aside, the “perverse” obsession returned. It was a sort of gradual thing, like a day becoming slowly overcast. The obsessive thoughts of KK having sex with another man returned as a sort of simmering, ephemeral wisp of mental imagery during sex.

There is an entire story behind the “dam burst” event which revived my obsession, the summary is of note in the context of this narrative. KK and I were doing well in our early married life. We were enjoying frequent, and “dirty” married sex, in its full bloom, still relative newlyweds, fucking like bunnies.

Through my job, I had been granted use of a VHS recorder/player, allowed to take it home to view work-related recordings for analysis and research purposes. In that era, VCR’s and players were a relative luxury, expensive, and in a sense primitive by contemporary standards.

I’d had the VCR at home for about a month. One evening, KK and I were watching the local news on TV. There was a piece about crackdowns on adult-oriented businesses in town, including a strip joint, and an adult bookstore. The strip joint was in violation of a local proximity ordinance, too close to a church that had moved into the vicinity, in which the club had been operating for a half-decade. The adult bookstore (ABS) was notorious as a property of nuisance; frequent law enforcement visits related to public lewdness reports, altercations involving drug and alcohol use, battery, robbery, and other issues.

The news report seemed to garner undue attention and interest from KK. At the time, I had no idea why, no insight. Youth and inexperience likely, I was curious about KK’s discussion:

“Baby, have you ever been to one of those places?”

At first, I was unable to come up with a response. I hedged, “What places?”

KK’s facial expression was hard to characterize, kind of a sneer/smirk, her lips pursed, jaw set, “You know what I’m asking… Don’t lie. Have you ever been to one of those places? Tell me…”

After a long silent pause, I decided to play her game. “Yes. I’ve been.”

KK said, “Really? You’ve been to a titty bar? To a porn shop? Really?”

Another pause, after collecting my thoughts, “Yes, I’ve been to a strip joint, and to an adult bookstore.”

KK’s response was oddly rapid, “Would you take me to one of those bookstores? If I wanna go? What’s inside them?”

Her barrage of questions was almost James Joyce style, stream of consciousness, a flow of unpunctuated inquiry about the ABS environment. It was all I could do to mentally keep up with the flow of her questions. In the end, I agreed to take her for a visit - to satisfy her unexpected curiosity.

The following Saturday night, we made a “date” to visit an ABS that I’d scouted earlier in the week. KK was on pins and needles the entire day. We had dinner out, as preamble, including a couple of glasses of wine for KK - liquid courage. The drive from the restaurant to the ABS was short.

The venue was in a sort of rundown, seedy strip mall. It was dusk, not quite fully dark. KK said, “What if somebody we know sees us?”

I said, “That’s not likely, and if they do, what are they doing here?”

That seemed to quench her concern, at least in the moment. We parked, but not directly in front of the ABS, deciding to walk the distance to the entrance. KK had my hand in hers, a near vice-grip. My beautiful, young wife was wearing jeans, a sweater, and a pair of white, low-heel pumps - not outrageously, “fuck me” attention-getting, but subtly sexy, sort of innocent.

Inside, we were met by a sort of barricade - a clerk manning a desk, with a swinging, token operated gate adjacent. It was reminiscent of a public transit turnstile. Both KK and I were nervous, likely for different reasons. The clerk was surly, silent. The hand-drawn signage read: “Two tokens for $2.50”

The hand-scrawled sign on the turnstile read: “Entry fee 2 tokens. Ladies free.”

On my scouting visit, I discovered that everything except for merchandise sales was token-based. I knew that KK’s entry was free, so the extra tokens were contingency - enough for watching five minutes of video in one of the booths, if KK felt daring enough. I had about $60 in cash with me, with the foreknowledge that the place was cash-and-carry, no checks or credit cards. I had the extra cash in case KK got interested in a toy.

I fished five bucks from my wallet, paid the clerk, who concluded the transaction on the cash register - the change dispenser emitted four tokens about the size of quarters. The clerk said, “She goes through first. Then you follow.”

The clerk buzzed the turnstile’s bolt, KK passed nervously through the gate, then turned facing me, waiting for me to pass through. I fed two tokens into the slot on the turnstile, heard the bolt buzz as it unlatched, then made my way through.

The merchant operation in the front-end was mixed; crappy, but overpriced lingerie, sex toys, magazines, and video tapes (this was pre-digital era). The media merchandise was organized as “straight,” “gay,” “bisexual,” including a tiny section, in one corner of the room as “transsexual.” The straight/gay content was predominant, the bi/trans stuff a small fraction of the merchandise.

KK was visibly nervous, but clearly aroused, stimulated by the environment. We wandered the front end of the store, at first alone, other than the surly, disinterested clerk. It seemed a little off, given the number of vehicles parked in front. Intuitively, I figured most of the patrons were in the back.

During my scouting operation, I discovered that there were at least two-dozen video viewing booths in the back. There were also two larger rooms, configured as small, open-seating theaters. During my scouting, both were empty - one was apparently intended as a “straight” environment, the other “gay,” each with three rows of five seats, a projection screen, otherwise spartan.

Over the next several minutes, patrons came and went, making their way from the video booth area to the exit, or from the turnstile to the booths. Going and coming, everyone took note of KK, pausing to get a long, long look at my beautiful young wife - a relative rarity (at least likely) in an ABS. A few times, KK blushed from the attention. We’d been there maybe fifteen minutes when a gnarly looking character entered the merchandise section, “browsing.” He was mostly shadowing us, ogling KK.

The attention he was giving KK was weirdly hot. A couple of minutes later, KK pulled one of the boxed VHS tapes from the rack, exclaiming, “Let’s get this one baby… looks hot and sexy! Can we? Can we?”

She was emphatic about it - in the time, at $35, it was something I’d considered expensive. I indulged her. We made the awkward trip to the counter, finally got the clerk’s attention, me handing him four tens. I got back four tokens as change, with the tape in an opaque, thin plastic bag.

KK and I made our exit. On the drive home, KK had the tape out of the bag, examining it over and over, front and back, in the dim light through the car windows. She almost sprinted from the car to the house when we finally got in the driveway, hurrying inside with the tape.

By the time I caught up with her, she was fumbling around - KK had the plastic over-wrap off the cassette, out of its cover, trying to figure out how to put it in the VCR. I distracted her, asked her to go fix us a drink and roll a joint, to enjoy while we watched.

It was the first porno we ever watched together. The title KK’d selected was "Sex Boat" - this was an 80s feature in VHS… it’s now a vintage classic, campy script and all. Thematically, the story’s based on husbands who send their cheating wives on an all-female cruise as “punishment.” Somehow two dudes stow away on the ship, eventually “heroically” saving the crew and passengers from traffickers/pirates/slavers (costumed as stereotypical pirates, including a hook and eye-patch in at least one case).

I had no idea why KK selected this video, at least not at the time. In retrospect, it was likely some sort of signaling, at least at a subliminal, if not overt level. I was just too inexperienced, lacking the insight to understand it all.

Once KK got back to the den with cocktails and a couple of fat joints, I started the tape. We were snuggled together on the loveseat, enjoying the refreshments as the scene opened.

The opener is two related scenes “mashed” together. The unsuspecting, cheating wife rolls up home in her Corvette, finds her husband, and her lover in a tense situation in what appears to be a den, study, or library. There’s confrontation, anger, threats on the part of the husband, begging, pleading, looking for an out on the part of the cheating wife and her lover.

The husband forces his wife and her lover to have sex, while he watches, photographs, commenting on the situation. The first part of the opener concludes with the lover’s money shot, a combined blowjob/facial cum shot. The husband ejects his wife’s lover, chasing him off butt-naked.

The second half of the scene starts with the husband dragging his naked wife out of the house, to the pool/grotto area in back, tying her up, as she resists the entire time, forcing his bound wife to watch him have sex with two young women.

I’ll spare the remainder. Suffice to say, the cheating, adulterous, hot wife aspect was pretty clear. We didn’t make it through the entire video. KK replicated parts of what she watched on tape, using me as a toy. (continued)
 
(continuation...) All at once, those feelings, the obsession were back in full force. The combination of the ABS visit, watching the dirty porno with KK, and the sex that followed were a trigger for me. After it was all over, both KK and I were a little stoned, a little drunk, and exhausted. We ended up in bed, KK dead to the world, sleeping, me fitful, anxious, fixated on what had transpired.

Although the VHS tape is long since gone, KK and I still watch this on “Porn Night” a couple of times a year, streaming it from our digital archive.

About three months later, KK raised the ABS visit again, begging me to take her on a return trip. Before leaving, I looked for the tokens leftover from our first visit, but couldn’t find them. In the moment, I decided I’d misplaced them - putting them somewhere I’d remember, which always guarantees whatever it was will disappear forever, until some random moment when the item turns up again. I didn’t think more about it at the time.

On our second visit, we were a little more daring. KK and I went to the back of the ABS, to view videos in the booths. On that visit, the place was more crowded - it was a Wednesday night. There were many, many men there, but mostly it appeared they were gay, or bi. KK attracted a lot of attention - this time she was wearing a dress, sandals, her hair in a pony-tail. The outfit was my idea, the combination of optimism that I’d get to engage KK sexually, or even better, get her felt up, perhaps even fucked. I’d even managed to talk KK into going with nothing on under that sexy dress, no panties, no bra.

This visit was less awkward in some ways, much more awkward in others. We went to the booths after about five minutes of “ice-breaking,” browsing the video racks. There were probably a dozen men in the long hallway separating the two halves of the back room. Maybe half of them took interest in KK’s presence, the remainder were engaged with one another in various activities, for the most part groping each other’s exposed cocks.

KK was doe-eyed, enthralled at the scene. Once she sort of snapped to, we cruised the hallway, looking for an unoccupied booth, examining the garish poster on the doorway that displayed the loops that were showing in a particular booth.

The first set of loops we watched were compilations of women blowing multiple men - “blow bang” clips, finishing with cum slathered facials on the women. KK was sitting on the sticky bench, atop which I’d placed quadruple folded paper towels from the roll inside the booth - her bare bottom on the barrier, hem of her skirt raised to allow me access to her pussy. I fingered her to orgasm in the six or seven minutes we occupied the booth. KK was visibly shaken by the experience, wobbly legs, her body hot, lightly sweating, face flushed.

With her composure somewhat restored, we exited the booth, nervously prowled the hallway, looking for the next viewing opportunity. At that point, more of the men present had taken notice. I was erect, in fact painfully engorged, bulging through my jeans to the point I felt hobbled.

The next booth we visited was not necessarily by conscious choice - KK was wobbly, nervous, I was outrageously hard, almost bent over, and we were being ogled so intensely it was palpable. We entered the second booth without perusing the door poster, almost as a means of escape.

I fed tokens in to start the video. The unfolding scene was a very young, petite white woman, being plowed by a huge, muscled, black male, with what appeared to be at least a foot of thick, veiny, enormous cock. KK was gasping for air as she watched. I put my hand under the hem of her dress to administer another finger-bang, incongruously she stopped me!

Instead, KK squatted on the floor, facing me. She undid my belt, unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans as if she was racing to put out a fire. KK took my cock out of my boxers, and went to town. I was alternating between the video clip, watching the little blond getting the shit fucked out of her, and looking at KK, who was making full eye-contact while she sucked and licked my cock.

I fought to delay cumming until the clip ended, succeeding in doing so, unloading in KK’s mouth. She swallowed every drop, leaving my cock clean, wet, and shiny, followed by a lascivious lick of my cock-head. As that was happening, there were a couple of soft knocks on the video booth’s door…

Once we’d put ourselves back together, we exited the booth, me in the lead. There had to be ten, maybe more, strange men clustered around the door. One stranger was standing almost directly in front of the booth door, his cock out, in hand - he was furiously masturbating. Even in the dim light of the hallway, it was obvious he was erect. KK grabbed my hand, then I felt like she jumped or flinched - that was immediately followed by “Let’s get out of here! I wanna go!”

We made a hurried exit, neither of us looking back, rushing to the car. Once I had KK inside, she blurted out, “A man touched my butt! Right under my dress, right in front of God and everybody!”

My reaction was an immediate, painful boner. I was speechless for a few minutes, trying to focus on driving, trying to absorb the experience of the last fifteen minutes. When I was able to speak, get my wits, I said, “Are you OK?”

KK said, “I guess so… can you believe some random dude would touch me like that, put his hand under my dress? Did you see that dude jerking himself? What the Hell! Was he jerking because of us?”

After a pause, I said, “Well, yes. That’s what they’re hoping for - some sexy, hot woman to play with. They’re hoping that’s why you were there…”

The rest of the ride home was in silence. We fucked like bunnies after, exhausting ourselves, repeatedly going at it until the wee hours of the morning. We were nearly too exhausted to go to work the next day.

After that second ABS visit, things got strange, at least for me. For days, then weeks, then months, I tried every technique I could think of to coax KK into another visit. In parallel, with my obsession re-awakened, I wove in pillow-talk fantasies of her fucking another man, or men, of her cheating, sneaking around.

Some I blended together - a visit to the ABS, sometimes with me, sometimes KK going solo, engaging in acts from exhibition to being ravaged by a man, or group of men in the booths. Most often, KK responded in what I considered a positive way, receptive during pillow-talk, followed by one or more smashing, writhing, screaming orgasms. Less often, she resisted the idea in some manner, discounting it, telling me I was “such a perv,” or trying to get me to change the topic. It was always followed by some variant of “It’ll never happen…”