Chapter 7- Phil's Friend
As I drove past the guard at the security gate, I flashed my badge and turned into the parking lot. I spied Tonya's car about two rows over. She was already in the building. It was probably a good idea to arrive about five minutes after her just to prevent any iota of wonder as to why we might have left at the same time and arrived back at the same time after what was a period significantly longer than the standard lunch hour. When I got back up to my office, I fully expected a message in my voice mail from Phil or a note from my secretary indicating that he had stopped by. There was nothing. I know he said he wanted to talk with me, but I also assumed that it was something that he felt was relatively urgent. It didn't matter given that I had a lot to catch up on this afternoon. I could use the time to work.
I returned several phone calls to discuss some things that came out of the meeting this morning. There were also issues on other programs that were in process or wrapping up. It seemed like there was never an uneventful time on any program. Problems were the norm. Either it was a scramble to get things organized and started or a set of crises in the middle because things weren't going as planned; they never did. There was a special sort of panic at the end of jobs to get things wrapped up and delivered on time. The afternoon slipped by so quickly, I didn't even realize that it was quitting time. I headed home on time for a change.
The evening was relatively quiet. After dinner I cut the grass, showered, and watched some TV. Jean was wrapped up in some book as usual. It seemed like that was our pattern anymore; me staring at the TV and Jean staring at a book. Sometimes it really frustrated and worried me. It seemed like a lot of the air was slowly leaking out of our relationship "balloon", and neither of us seemed to want to mention it for fear of another awkward discussion.
The next morning, I was hardly in the office when the phone rang. There was nobody else in yet so I picked up. It was Phil.
"Hey Matt," he said with more enthusiasm than any normal person would have at that hour of the morning. "I'm sorry I didn't get back to you yesterday like I said, but there were some crazy things going on that had to be resolved. I won't keep you because I know you're busy, but maybe we can meet for a drink after work. There are some things I'd like to talk about."
He didn't say anything about my having lunch with Tonya yesterday that resulted in our little escapade in the backseat of her car so I assumed she didn't tell him anything about it.
"Sure," I said. "No problem. Where?"
"How about Fat Lenny's?" he responded. "I'm sure you know the place about four miles north of here. It won't take either of us too far off the homeward drive. It's quiet, and we won't run into folks from here."
Fat Lenny's was the kind of place that reminded you of a typical neighborhood bar that guys hung out in films from the 1950's or 60's. It was a "guy's bar" on the street corner that had a history going back to the 30's after Prohibition had ended. It's been through several owners so there was no longer a "Fat Lenny" assuming that there ever indeed was a fat guy named Lenny that owned it. This was no modern sports bar with wall-to-wall TV screens serving 50 craft beers while still having a children's menu. In fact, there was still only one TV at the end of the bar. It finally got upgraded to a flat screen about 10 years ago. It was tuned to whatever the biggest guy in the place wanted, which on weekends was typically the game of the local football team. Evenings it was usually whatever baseball game that could be found. It was mostly for regulars who wanted a run of the mill beer or some whiskey on the rocks. There was a menu of sorts with about six things on it; mostly variations of a burger. It was a place for guys to get away to talk and not be bothered with a bevy of women looking for a serious relationship. The few women that wandered into the place were either regulars looking to shoot the bull with other regulars or perhaps to hook up with one of them for a quickie while their husbands were away on business.
Phil and I slipped into a booth. The waitress slid a basket of pretzels on the table and took our order for two draft lagers. As soon as she walked away, Phil grabbed a pretzel to munch on.
"OK Matt," Phil said rather matter of fact. "You know what a good time we had with Tonya the other day right?"
"Right," I answered reaching for a pretzel.
"So." Phil continued, " I'm thinking that you and I could have an equally good time with one of my lady friends. In particular, I'm referring to a lady friend that has already said that she would enjoy the company of both of us. She can be a very naughty girl and has indicated to me that she's very interested in a threesome. Believe it or not, as hot and as kinky as she and I have been with one-on-one s ex, she's never had a threesome. Can you believe that?"
"I can believe it," I answered. "Just because a person is uninhibited sexually, it doesn't mean that they are necessarily interested in going for simultaneous partners."
"But you've had a threesome right?" he asked me, "and I don't mean just the thing we did with Tonya. That wasn't the type of threesome I think this lady is expecting. From what she's told me, she's looking for the classic threesome; cocks in the cunt and mouth at the same time or cocks in the cunt and ass at the same time. You know, the classic porno movie threesome that keeps her guessing about who's going into what hole next."
"I get it," I answered. "I did that sort of thing with one of my own lady friends a few years back. It was the same sort of deal. She's the one who really wanted it and arranged it with me and another guy she was also seeing for regular afternoon delight while hubby was at work. But how do you know that your lady friend would agree to me in this little game? Is she ready to do just anybody you bring over? Do we need to meet ahead of time for her to see if I'm someone whose cock she actually wants in her mouth or cunt or ass? Can you just make that assumption?"
"No problem," Phil answered. He stopped momentarily as the waitress placed two frosty mugs in front of us and departed.
"You won't have to have any sort of meeting with her," Phil continued. "You've already met her, and she already feels some chemistry with you."
"Already met me?" I said sitting back. "Where? How? Somebody at work?"
"Ginny," Phil said smiling. "The woman who owns the Peppercorn and who you met the first time you and Tonya went there to talk."
"Ginny," I said. "Wow. I did think she was really attractive, and we did share a few somewhat awkward humorous moments that let me see that she had a sense of humor and could be pretty open-minded. I have to admit that spending some time tag-teaming with her sounds pretty good."
"Not tag-teaming like with Tonya, buddy," Phil said. "Spit roasting her; double penetrating her pussy and ass; feeding her a double dose of sausage and nut cream to put it a bit crudely. But the fact is, she indeed loves being a bit crude in the secrecy of a bedroom. She can be every bit as slutty as Tonya behind closed doors. In fact, it isn't just that she 'can be'; it's that she 'wants to be'. She craves being a nasty little cum slut. Her husband is apparently pretty straight laced and isn't thrilled with her if she gets a bit too slutty for his tastes. She considers him too 'traditional'. However, yours truly knows how to bring out the horny animal in her and she knows how to show me that she appreciates it. She loves to do anything and everything with me because she knows I love what a dirty girl I want her to be. Yet she always knows that I still resect her as a friend. We understand each other. She knows that there's no way she could ever be too slutty where I'm concerned. Now she has the opportunity do all she loves with two cocks at the same time. I'm sure you can appreciate the wonderful opportunity that affords."
