"I'm listening," my wife replied.
"Well, maybe we could watch something that was, um, you know, live," I said.
"Live," she said. A statement, not a question. "You mean watch a man and woman have live sex. Right in front of us."
"Not to participate, of course," I interrupted. "Just you and me, watching, getting caught up in the heat of it all, then later we can start ripping each other's clothes off," I said. "Or something."
I waited for her to do something dramatic. Maybe start laughing out loud. Maybe just get up and walk right out of the restaurant. Really, I was waiting for her to reject the idea out of hand. But instead of that, she started inquiring into the details.
"Well, how would that work?" she asked. "Who would it be?'