"He is bunsiness swamped right now," she said to me. "Oh Jack, Jack, Jack! He will join us. I just know he will. I can feel it in my bones, and in my pussy. And my God I want it. It's been so very long since my luxury of two men at the same time. You, my one and only love. And Steve...a beautiful man and a superb lover. I am the luckiest woman in the world."
"You are the sexiest woman in the world, without question. But... Let's not count our chickens before they hatch.
Around ninish. "Hello Steve?... How well I know. I'm married to a business man... Yes... In fact, he wants to say hello."
She handed her phone to me.
"Hey Steve... Yes, she told me all... I certainly understand your caution, but I bear you no ill will or threat. You have to take my word on that... That is why we need a long private talk. Mature, civilized, man to man talk.... Are you free this Saturday?... I have a boat at the River Marina, slip nine. What say we meet there, around two? We can talk, private and undisturbed... Of course you will be. I will be nervous too. We will just have to overcome our nerves... Around two this Saturday... Stop worrying about that. It was a shock, sure. When I first heard. But I adjusted. Old and very exciting real experience was revived. My wife was totally honest in describing the range and force of your attraction for her. She was equally frank in her praise of your abilities. I accepted what she did with no anger or trauma. I believe she told you why... That is why we need to meet and talk." *****
My boat is unlike any other on the river that splits our city. It is a one off fiber glass hull, designed by a New York naval architect, built in Florida. It is based on the lines of Chinese cargo Junks pulled or poled on the Yangtese River for hundreds of years. It is fifty five feet long and sixteen feet wide. It was designed for maximum comfort in camping out on the river for as long as I wanted. It had the speed to skirt dangers of commercial barge traffic, but otherwise speed didn't matter. There were two steering stations, one near the bow, and the main one as super structure toward the stern, with full visibility in all directions.
I sat in the high rear station, watching the dock. My insides a squirming flutter of nerves. Unlike most all other forms of human intercourse, a husband offering his wife to another man for his sexual enjoyment has no common guide lines. It is extremely high risk, like walking down a dark alley in the seedy side of town. All senses and extra-sensory mechanics are on high alert. Knowing you are walking down that dark alley, taking the risk, by conscious choice. But at the same time fully confident you will make short work of any form of attack coming from the shadows.
Steve Larsen appeared in full sunlight, walking on the dock boards, checking out the sketchy directions I had given. I came down, off, out on the narrow wood side walk.
"You must be Steve."
"I am. And you must be Jack."
"Welcome aboard LADY JILL." That was the identifier emblazoned in gilt paint on the stern. My welcome bore a double entendre he caught at once, and he seemed to visibly relax on flexible curiosity, even though he was very much walking down a dark alley on the seedy side of town. But he had confidence of his own, in his physical prowess to defend himself if it came to a crunch. That is the sort of autonomic nervous reaction two men can feel at any first meeting. That has a singular elevation when a man is meeting for the first time the husband of a woman he has fucked. Twice. Instant sizing up takes on a new meaning.
Steve was thicker than I expected. His chest, shoulders, back. Evidence of exercising with heavy weights that slacked off some time back. He didn't have a gut, but his belly was not as flat as mine. Over all, his physique was self explanatory of Jill's attraction to him. His face was handsome. The man recorded in the bugged purse that thrilled and satisfied my wife did not disappoint in the flesh. I had no clue what ideas he was forming about me.
As soon as we were aboard, I said, "First off, I clear the air. I am not a time bomb that might go off. Jill told me everything. We had a long talk about it. I am okay with what happened. Now I ask you to let your guard down and be as relaxed as you can. Let's start with a tour. I do take shameless pride in this boat."
He did relax, but as I conducted the tour in the narrow space he kept me at a safe distance. I explained the history of Chinese river junks, the design, the fabrication. That aroused his technical interest. He praised the wood work of mahogany and teak. He relaxed even more. I had brought a plastic pitcher of Margarita's from home, and we sat in the galley to drink and he asked about my business. The typical cock measuring of two successful men meeting and sizing each other up. He had no personal interests in boats, but he did own a plane and a liscense to fly it. A bit of one-upmanship I took in stride.
"I clearly see why you take great pride in LADY JILL," Steve said, smiling a smile with layers of complimentary suggestion.
"A pride much greater than great. She is my joy and delight, my love my life, and the most gracious lady there is."
"Then, may I propose a toast to the beautiful, gracious lady Jill?" He lifted his glass and touched it to mine for a ritual clink. A sophisticated smoothie, just as Jill had described him. His eyes were locked to mine in the toast, putting some questions to rest, bringing other, larger questions to the table.
"And to a special guest and hopefully a friend, invited to cruise on the lady Jill and partake of all her amenities." I said.
A second glass clink toast. And something clicked inside him. Memories of all Jill's amenities, perhaps. A sudden conviction I was disarmed. A sudden surge of sexual stimulation from a potential he didn't really understand but was eager to explore.
"She said something about two or three special guests over the years."
"Four," I lied, removing one from the count because he didn't count, really. "The last guest was nine years ago. We actually had to count back to be certain when. Our threesomes with another man were certainly not a 'life style.' They occurred years apart, and were a rich luxury for her. And tremendously exciting for me."
"This is something outside my experience, and I am far from being a prude."
"You also cannot imagine how a husband could willingly share his wife with another man."
"That is true. I know I couldn't."
"I couldn't have imagined it either, before Jill and I faced that option. There might not be a convincing explanation. I did learn, from limited research of the literature, that many men have the fantasy of watching another man fuck his wife. That is far more common that rare. Those that carry the fantasy to reality, well, who the hell knows?" I took a big swig of Margarita. "To condense a long story, Jill and I reached that plane of total love and honesty and intimacy and trust and openly revealed our sexual histories to each other. Her history was much broader than mine. She had more than a few men before we met. She was, and still is, greatly endowed with a natural, healthy sexuality, and embraces the joy of sexual pleasure with no shame or guilt whatever. When she told me told me a story of one of her past lovers, my reaction was a blind side smack of erotic enflamation that gave me the biggest hard on I ever had. I was split in two with traumatic war fare. My army of manly possession and jealousy was overrun by a more powerful army of erotic excitement that was invincible. I had never experienced such a turn on. And there was no way I could hide it. The biggest hard on I ever had. I pressed for fine details. It was clear to Jill that jealous rage had no place, and my excitement fed her's in equal measure. We discovered something in both of us that was an equal exchange. In short, our hottest fantasy sharing became her with another man with me there. Watching, participating. It was inevitable we would do it for real. We finally did. It was mind blowing good for both of us. The man I chose worked out perfectly, and Jill knew a few hours of luxury more satisfying than fantasy could create."
Steve watched me, entranced. "You know," he said, "I did skate on the edge of that once. My second wife had a bit too much to drink at a country club dance one night, and allowed a flirtation to get out of hand. A married man who was a friend of ours got a boner in the first dance with her. He monopolized her most of the night. Which was no big deal, as I danced with anyone I liked and circulated on my own. They went outside for air and such, and kissed, and he copped some intimate feels. She was badly skaken and told me all when we got home. Shaken in more than one way. She was highly aroused by her naughtiness, and shamed by it. I was furious, but at the same time felt a blast of kinky thrill by what happened. Anyway, I consoled her and let it all pass by. But I cannot deny the kinky thrill of hearing her confess. Nor can I deny that feeling that thrill wasn't confusing and troublesome."
"I know that troubling confusion only too well. It took a long time for me fully accept myself in that regard. And Jill was the key. She accepted that part of me with no reservations, just as I came to accept her part with no reservations, and all the erotic excitement of sharing her with another man became a resource to be indulged on very special occasions, for consensual, liberated enjoyment. As Jill put it: 'Jack, we are husband and wife, joined and united for ever. We control our own lives. We are not obligated to obey a rule book written by someone else. We can do anything we both chose to do in complete agreement.' That's our story. That is why we are now having this discussion."
"What were, are, I should say, the ground rules?"
"The focus is all on her. We join in pleasing her, exciting her, catering to her desires and needs, treating her like a Goddess, with unwavering respect for her personal worth, and feeling privileged to receive all the sexual rewards she will happily give to both of us. Be assured, she won't hold anything back. She will fuck you with the same joy she did at the hotel and at your house."
