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Tuesday evening I got home earlier than expected. I called Sonia. I told her I'd enjoyed our weekend immensely and she assured me again that she had as well. We made plans to get together the coming Saturday.
Our date the next weekend was back to normal sex, lots of it, but like before. It was clear we both enjoyed the BDSM scenes, but that it wasn't an every time thing.
The next three weeks were about the same, seeing each other a little more frequently and talking more often perhaps, but still no clinginess on either side. No, 'why haven't you called for days?' A very viable relationship for both of us.
The week after that was a little slow for me, so on Wednesday morning when my cell rang, I figured/hoped it was Sonia with an idea for some plans. She was about the only one who called me that early.
I answered and was shocked.
What I heard was déjà vu.
"Hi sexy, it's Laura" came through the phone.
"LAUR AH!" I intoned.
She laughed, "Before you get your shorts in a knot, I just need to talk to you about something. How about meeting me tonight at our regular time and place for a drink?"
"LAURA, we don't HAVE a regular time and place!" I said loudly.
The fact that I knew where and when she was referring to, notwithstanding.
"Come on, you know what I mean. I want to talk to you about something" she persuaded.
The little slut knew she could talk me into damn near anything!
"Would you care to bet whether or not I can guess what that something might be?" I barked.
As I carried on, I had to wonder if I was acting this way out of irritation or excitement. It wouldn't be hard to figure out which!
She laughed, "No I wouldn't want to bet. See you at 7:00?"
I took a deep breath, knowing full well I'd be meeting her.
"Does John know about this?" I asked seriously.
"Absolutely. In fact he knows all about it. He said that I'm so crazy this time that I have to ask you myself, he won't!" she giggled.
Now I was hooked for sure, the mystery was too much.
"Shit!" I muttered.
"See you at 7:00" she said, hanging up without waiting for a reply.
"Shit!" I repeated.
Of course I was useless the entire day, wondering what the Hell the crazy little bitch had up her sleeve now.
I was there first. This time I was having scotch when she walked in.
I should have been use to it by now, but she still stunned me. I'm sure for just a moment my mouth was hanging open. I exaggerate not, every guy in the place was openly staring.
She was wearing a very strappy top that showed plenty of cleavage and left her midriff bare. The skirt, if you want to call it that, was a small micro, if you get the idea. She had on a pair of 'fuck me' heels to top it off (or is that bottom it off?).
She looked sluttishly fantastic and fantastically sluttish all at once.
She walked across the room, the heels causing her ass to sway provocatively.
I stood, she stretched up to hug and kiss me. Not steamy, but way more than a sisterly act! I knew the guys in the bar were getting a good look at her ass cheeks, be they covered or not I didn't know.
She sat.
I couldn't help it, "You trying to see if I can fight off every guy in the bar at once, or what?"
She laughed hard.
"Christ Laura, I'm tempted to throw you on the table and fuck you myself!" I growled.
"Promises, promises!" she got out through her laughter.
I took a belt of scotch, by which time the bartender showed up. No surprise there.
"I'll have what he's having" she said.
Before he could turn to leave I added, "And I'll have another."
Laura raised an eyebrow at me in question.
In response I said, "I thought I'd need one, now I'm sure I'll need two!"
I drained the glass, "Look, neither of us tends to beat around the bush. What are you up to now?"
She laughed again, "No I guess we don't. I want us to go back to the cabin."
"No shit! Now tell me something I don't know. Why, isn't John fulfilling your need?" I said without hesitation.
"Well, yes, and no" she said cryptically.
I'm sure I looked puzzled, "What the Hell does that mean?"
The bartender had returned with our drinks.
It was her turn to take a large swallow.
"You're a good teacher. He is giving me everything I wanted. When we're playing, he pushes my pain limits just right. He has obviously learned to enjoy anal, a little too much sometimes" she said with a grin "and my deep throating is nearly perfect he says!"
I just shook my head at her, "Don't hold back, how's it really going!"
She laughed again.
"There are actually two reasons for wanting to go. Guilt and greed!" she said.
Now I was really confused. One more swallow of scotch and a deep breath allowed me to go on, "First are you talking about the two of us, or the three of us?"
She looked a little sheepish, which dumbfounded me all the more.
"The four of us" she said softly.
"You fucking little cunt!" I said much too loudly.
Laura turned bright red, "SCOTT!"
"Sorry! But God damn you Laura. I just knew you were up to something when you set Sonia and I up, but this is too fucking much!" I said under my breath through clenched teeth.
If you've followed my story about Laura and I from the beginning, you know that I'm am a very intelligent guy. It took me only seconds to connect the dots!
I continued in a quiet voice, "There is only one reason I don't strangle you right this minute. That's because I'm so very glad to have met Sonia, but this is really over the line, even for you!"
After a moments pause, I went on angrily, but still controlling my voice, "Does Sonia know about this?"
"NO!" she said emphatically, "In fact she's probably going to want to kill me too, once she finds out!"
I was pretty sure Sonia hadn't known, but was surprised at how much that seemed to matter to me.
More calmly I replied, "As she should!"
"Scott, let me clarify. I said this is about guilt and greed. The guilt part is about me having had sex outside my marriage while John has been 100% faithful. I think things would be totally okay between us if he did too. Sonia has always had a thing for John so this seemed like it might work" she explained.
I couldn't help it, I started to laugh, "So each of your best friends have always wanted to fuck your spouse!"
That broke the tension, and she laughed too, "Yeah, but you both have too much principle to do it without the some encouragement."
What unfolded is long and convoluted, so let me try to give you the short version. Laura had formulated this plan that Sonia and I would hit it off. She knew of Sonia's S/m side and planted the seed about me with her. John and Sonia had always been attracted to each other, but neither was willing to act on it. Laura figured that if this unfolded as she hoped the four of us could make a trip to the cabin together. Amazingly, the little bitch's plan was working so far and might just come to pass.
She wrapped up her story with this, "The greed part is your big cock! I want more!"
This last was said with obvious lust in her eyes.
After she explained the whole idea, I said I'd only do it after I talked to both John and Sonia, but I think she already knew I'd say yes if they both were game. As you probably have already figured out, we ended up heading to the cabin 10 days later on a Saturday morning.
The final part of my conversation with Laura in the bar that night went like this, "John has agreed, but with the rule that I can't have your cock in my pussy. Anything else goes though!"
Before I could respond she went on, "I know I can get him to change his mind!"
"Well, if that's his rule you know I'll follow it, but if you don't get him to change his mind, I'm going to fuck your ass as long and hard as I've fucked that tight little cunt of yours in the past. So you better be successful!" I replied in a hushed voice.
She blanched a little, knowing I meant it.
That's the background of how Sonia and I were in my truck heading for my cabin again. John and Laura were about 30 minutes behind us.
"Scott, I don't imagine I have to say this, but it's important to me. I didn't know anything about Laura's crazy ideas until I talked to her the day after she told you her plan, honest!" Sonia said as we were about half way to the cabin.
"Sonia, thanks for assuring me, but honestly, I never imagined you did" I replied sincerely.
We'd both agreed that we didn't really know what to expect but felt both open minded enough and comfortable with each other and our relationship to just go with it. I had told Sonia that I expected things would be a fair bit rougher than what she and I had shared so far. She assured me she was okay with that and that she trusted me to be sure everything stayed under control. It felt like a large responsibility, but knowing that she trusted me that much somehow felt very good. I committed, more to myself than her, that I wouldn't fail her expectation in that regard.
Sonia and I had just unloaded and put stuff away when John and Laura arrived.
Greetings all around, coupled with a little awkwardness I thought.
I figured we needed to break the ice!
