While she would love to take the credit for finding him, he had found her, or rather them. Just an average couple looking to spice up their sex lives, or at least that's how the ad on the internet had read. Married sixteen years, with 3 kids, and two careers the ad continued, looking for couples, but would consider a single male if one with a sense of humor and great personality came long. Many had responded with their less than impressive lines about the size of their cocks, tricks of their tongues and near god-like staying power. Each one was answered with a cool no thanks and just when she began to wonder if any of the Neanderthals who came to these sights could actually read, Brian e-mailed. There was no mention of his cock, no reference to the numbers of women he had no doubt successfully bedded, just an appreciation of their sense of humor, noting that he had not been profiled on American's Most Wanted even once! He explained in detail why he was single, having taken note of the no cheaters clause in their ad, and went on to say he traveled a great deal with his job and would be in town in a couple of weeks.
This was the one, Mitchel decided and pulled up his profile. She braced herself for the usual two sentences describing how/where/when he liked to fuck, and the ever present dick picture that seemed to be a standard accessory for all single guys profiles. Much to her surprise, the picture was of him completely clothed somewhere in a park, and the profile rivaled theirs. He had taken great pains to be thorough and humorous and she found herself liking him almost instantly. After a quick check with her husband, she sent back a response and the flirtation began. For the next two weeks, they e-mailed each other nearly every day, flirting, revealing bits and pieces of themselves, telling stories of other relationships, and setting the ground rules for their meeting. It was to be only a meeting, Mitchel explained after a previous encounter that she had not made quite clear enough. She and her husband would meet him at a small local bar, not one of their usual hangouts, a couple of beers, some conversation and then everyone would leave separately, no pressure for anything else on the first meeting. The perfect plan.
The day of the meeting began just like every other day. She hit the snooze and rolled over to snuggle up to her husband just as the rest of the house began to come to life.
"I can't find my jeans, does anybody know where my jeans are?" bellowed Libby from her bedroom.
"Mom, tell Sydney to give me back my shirt"
"Mom, I had it first!"
She pulled a pillow over her head and groaned. At what point had she thought three girls would be a good idea? The pillow lifted off her head and she opened her eyes to find herself eye to eye with her youngest. "Mommy, I need lunch money," she said waving an envelope. She squinted to focus on her, hair unbrushed, shirt on backwards with grape jelly in the corners of her mouth. With another groan she sat up and took the envelope from her and began the morning ritual of playing drill sergeant. By the time every crisis was solved, lunch money divvied out, shoes found and hair brushed, she was grateful the school bus was whisking her angels away as she sagged back against the front door.
"Coffee honey?" he asked, handing her a cup and giving her a kiss on the cheek.
She took it without response and took a drink.
"What time are we meeting this guy?" he asked, continuing without waiting for an answer. "6 o'clock, is that what you said? And what did you tell me his name was? Doug? No, no, that was the last guy, right? What was his name... well I guess it doesn't really matter, their all lame asses anyway. Do you know what time it is? You're going to be late again you know." He took a breath and she jumped at her chance.
"No, I didn't know I was going to be late, but since I am already late, and I am after the boss..." she trailed off running her hands down his chest and to the growing bulge in his boxers, "maybe I could at least be late for a really good cause."
Mitchel somehow managed to be to work nearly on time, having found that sex in the shower serves a two fold purpose, and set about her work. She found herself too deeply involved in the day to let the thought of meeting Brian crossed her mind. She was just wrapping up a couple of loose ends and about to check the time when her phone rang and it was her husband was on the other end. "You will never guess who just drove in our driveway," he ground out, "your sister and her husband."
"Oh my God! What are they doing there?" panic in her voice.
