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I want to share an experience from a few years ago that started with playing a game that led to kind of a dare. It also illustrates the power of money in my wife giving herself permission to have fun. We were having dinner at some friends' house who we've known for a long time. It was a hot summer evening and when we were cooking, my wife decided to get more comfortable (and cooler), so she changed into a tank top (really more of a camisole) and shorts.

In the past we used to play cards with them whenever we got together, but we hadn’t
played in quite some time, so we decided to pass on the card game this time. I like to play board games and so do our guests, though my wife is not too fond of them. They brought out their “Scruples” game that poses all kinds of moral or ethical dilemmas for you wrestle with. I think they thought my wife would tolerate since it doesn’t have a lot of complicated rules and doesn’t have to last for hours (her principal objections).


Many of the questions involve pretty clear cut ethical situations like receiving too much change from a store clerk, mistakes in your favor on bills or bank statements, cheating on tests, and stuff like that. Then there are some less clear or maybe tempting situations like buying a house or car from an elderly person who obviously doesn’t know the true market
value, or finding money in a rental car. And finally some moral dilemmas like having a one-time affair when you were sure your spouse would never find out, and similar lesser offenses.

So, that Saturday night we had dinner and then continued to drink wine while we played “Scruples.” I was amazed that everyone was extremely ethical on the issues of finding things and financial dealings. Some of the moral things around drug use and sexuality found us all more liberal in our interpretation of what was OK and not so OK. And as time went on and
the more wine we drank, the more honest I think we got in our answers. About that time my wife drew a card that asked, “Would you pose nude for $5,000?”

“No,” she replied, laughing a bit, “$10,000 maybe, but probably not for five.” My friend instantly seized on her making the moral judgement based on the price offered and pursued it a little more that she had expected. He gave here some more “hypotheticals” including what
price it would take for having sex with another man. We quickly got to the million dollar question from the movie “Indecent Proposal” and Jane’s reply was “for a million bucks, you bet!” After discussing these scenarios among the four of us, two common denominators arose: 1) a “big” amount of money will get people to do just about anything, and 2) it’s easy
to say “no” and look “high and mighty” when it’s not a real genuine offer. I think my friend came to the same conclusions as I did, because he looked at my wife, smiled, pulled out his billfold, removed two $100 bills, laid them on the table and asked my wife, “Would you show me your breasts (I think he really said tits) for $200? This is a serious offer; think about it.”

Remembering the movie, the first thing she said was that she didn’t think I’d be very happy with her if she accepted his proposition. So I assured her it was her decision and I’d be fine with whatever she did. In fact, I told her the whole thing was a kind of a
turn-on to me. I think I really made her decision a lot harder since it would have been easy to say no, blame me for it and keep her own real feelings to herself. She was obviously tempted by the prospect of an easy $200, but it wasn’t so much money that it would make her go against any strongly felt moral, ethical or personal objection. She just kept saying “it’s tempting…” but she couldn’t quite come to a conclusion. I wondered if she was still afraid I’d have some problem with her exposing herself to another man, so I assured her that if she did it there certainly wouldn’t be any less of her to share with me nor would I think even the slightest bit less of her.

I knew she was really wanting to accept the deal when she began asking about just how she would be expected to “perform” her end of the bargain; logistical stuff like, “can I just pull my top up, or do I have to take it off?” And, “for how long?”

Our friend was obviously trying to make this easy for her, and told her she could do whatever “method” she chose, but that it should be for at least between 30 seconds or a minute, not just some quick “flash” that didn’t really “show the goods.” That made this proposition very real and personal. While I think she was ready to take the offer in theory, now she was dealing with the reality of her pulling up her shirt and bra and having her bare breasts looked at for a what would seem like lots longer than a minute.

Then I had a “brain storm” and asked our friend’s wife if she’d take the same offer from me if put $200 on the table. I thought that no doubt this would be easier for my wife if she had company and in that way every one of us four would be participants and no one could get that moral high ground above the others. Before our friend could answer I went to my “stash” and got two new “Big Bens” and put them across from the two already on the table. Wow, did that ever stop the conversation while each of us looked at one another waiting for someone to say something. Finally, after the two women traded body language and facial contortions, my wife completely shocked me by saying to me kind of gruffly, “take your money back, the offer was made just to me, so let me decide what I want to do.”

The way she looked at me I knew she was serious so I picked up my two hundred, and told her to do it if she wanted to, it was 100% her choice. I couldn’t tell for sure if the other woman was relieved or disappointed, but she sure didn’t protest being let off the hook.

My wife continued to grumble on about why she was doing this, and the second thoughts were obvious. Finally she reached for the money still the table, put it in her pocket and told our friend “OK, it’s your lucky day.” With that she looked at me and our friend,
nodded, sighed audibly, and pulled her top up above their bare breasts. No one spoke for the
longest time, then she pulled her top back down and asked, “There, was that worth $200?” “Absolutely,” he replied without hesitation, “every penny’s worth.” I really wanted talk more about what really motivated her to do this and how doing it just herself seemed to matter a lot, but I somehow knew better. For whatever reason, we just got treated to a
wonderfully sensual moment that she probably could not explain right now and if she tried she’d just feel put on the spot and not give much of an answer.

After we left and were home in bed I asked her why she didn’t want our friend’s wife to join her in the same offer I had proposed. I really expected her to say something about her not wanting me to see the other woman’s breasts. She kind of hemmed and hawed a bit so I knew there was something else going on that motivated her. I even asked if the reason was that she didn’t want me seeing our friend half-naked. She offered that this wouldn’t have been a problem, and in fact would have made it easier for her.

So I pressed further asking why then she didn’t allow our friend to take the same $200 offer from me. And again I wasn’t getting a straight answer. So I asked once again what her real reason for going it alone was.

Tired of my badgering, she really shocked me by saying, “If you’d have given her $200, it would have been like I had done it for free.”

It just amazes me how much the money thing works miracles on her attitude. It sure isn't the money itself, but that it sure gives her "cover" for doing something she wouldn't ordinarily do. Hope that makes sense.