WET PANTIES LIST
It was going to be our twenty-fifth anniversary, so we wanted to do something really special to celebrate it. After twenty-five years we had done a lot of exciting things together, but we wanted to do something different and enriching our relationship. We listed a number of things we'd like to do on a piece of paper and prioritized them according to expense and desirability. A trip to Niagara Falls, the Caribbean, Africa, Paris, and Greece were on the list. Doing something we had never done but always wanted to do. Although under the heading of personal growth we had nothing. We could not think of anything we wanted but hadn't done except travel.
Amazingly, however, what ended up as the top item on our list and it occurred totally by accident. We were at a movie watching a French film called Jules and Jim. It was about two men who were in love with the same woman. Not that that is so unusual, but the thing about the story was that she loved both of them. It is an old film and we watched it on an old movie network on television.
When the film was over Claire looked at me and smiled. "That would be exciting," she said
"What's that?" I said.
"Having two men in love with me," she said.
"Something you'd go for?" I said.
"I think any girl would," she said.
"That be a special twenty-fifth cerebration for the list?" I asked.
"Couldn't put it on the list unless we could make it happen," she said.
"Could fake it happen?" I said. "Or make it happen," I added.
"You mean let me attract some guy?" she said.
"Exactly," I said.
"Okay, I have an idea," she said. "You just get Glen Watson here this weekend and let me do the rest. It'll be like magic," she said. She smiled and went into the kitchen.
I called Glen Watson and spent some time chatting him up. We had gone to college together and spent some time hunting and fishing since. He was a hit with the ladies and I knew he was pretty liberal when it came to sexual matters. He had been married, but she died of cancer after a few years together. I figured to tell him about our anniversary proposal and find out what his attitude was about open marriage and extramarital sex.
I had heard that he and his wife had dabbled in mate swapping after they'd been married for a while. I told him we were thinking about opening our marriage. "Many do," he said.
"I asked my wife who she was attracted to and she said you," I said. "Ever been involved in something like that?" He said he had helped a couple out once who wanted to try it, let the wife 'experiment.' "If I offered you a chance to 'help us out,' would you be interested?"
"My wife and I had an understanding," he said. "We had friends, we called them bed-friends, who we were intimate with. She had a few. I had a few, and we trusted one another to be honest and not sneak around. It worked for us," he said. "We didn't try to convert anyone to our way of thinking, but some of our friends came over."
"So you understand our thinking on this?" I said, making sure I was clear.
"I not only understand, but I agree," he said. "You are a lot like we were. You're experimenting with ideas and new concepts."
I asked him if he would come to our house and make my wife happy. "I'd love to," he said.
My wife baked all morning. I wasn't sure what she was doing, but when Glen came over she brought out a plate of cookies. "These are magic Snickerdoodle cookies," she said. "They make you fall in lust with the first woman you see after you eat one," she said with a grin.
"Could I try one?" he asked.
"At your own risk," she said. He took one off the plate and took a bite.
"I'll be damned," he said after swallowing. "It worked."
"How do you feel?" she asked.
"Like ravishing the first woman I see," he said.
"Oh oh, there is only one woman here," she said, smiling coquettishly.
"That's what I was thinking," he said.
"It can be dangerous to go against witchcraft," she said.
"That's true," he said "Could I have another cookie?"
"It could have unpredictable consequences," she said. "You might want to be careful. You don't want to overdose."
"You're probably right," Glen said. "One cookie has probably been enough. I think it's working."
Claire smiled. "I am glad about that," she said.
"The cookie did its job," he said. She kissed him and thanked him for trying her cookie.
"We didn't ask you here for eating cookies," she said, putting her lips on his. "We're celebrating our twenty-five years by giving me something I have never had," she said. "Another man."
"And I am that man?" he asked.
"I hope so," she said, kissing him again.
I followed them naked to the bedroom where they undressed one another, then crawled in bed. I moved to the door, which she had left partly open for me. They were on the top of the bed, with him on his back and her kneeling over him, one knee on each side of his hips. She straddled him, holding herself over him as he pushed on into her. She began slowly bouncing over him, forcing him up into her repeatedly. I watched her fuck him as she sat up over him and repeatedly jump up and down, the sound of bodies hitting together ringing across the room.
He put a hand on each of her thighs and helped her balance as she pushed him into her. Her cries of pleasure were continuous and the echoed through the room. He grunted as he hit the back her vagina and I listened the music of their sex. They continued until each came, only less than a minute apart.
Then they sagged like rags on a rack and draped over the bed, spent and satisfied, fucked out and contented, exhausted and yet smiling. They slipped into sleep, quietly and together. For a while I just watched them, then quietly I left the room and went to watch television or read. I thought about what we had done for our twenty-fifth and I smiled.
After Glen left we cuddled and enjoyed her afterglow. "Maybe we could combine our two lists," she said. "Maybe Glen would share. I have never been with two men before. And maybe you could do something you have always wanted to do, like be with my sister. I know you have always had a thing for Emily. Right?"
"After twenty-five years you know me too well," I said.
"I know you have wanted to fuck my younger sister," she said, "since Pluto was a pup. Maybe it is time you got your wish."
"She be up for something like that?" I asked.
"Emily's wanted it for years. Even told me so," Claire said.
"Sister secrets?" I said.
"Absolutely," she answered with a grin.
Claire talked to Emily about our twenty-fifth celebratory list of ideas and places we might like to go. She left out, at first, her idea about a first-time thing for her, like her fling with a man she wasn't married to, namely me. Emily is a pretty liberal person, and sexually I believe has been quite active in her young life. She is three years younger than Claire, so at the time she was forty-two.
