Stan arrived at work Monday midday, just in time for us to catch lunch together. I was torn about revealing what I was thinking or just letting it happen naturally. I decided to go with the latter but my excitement was hard to contain.
Stan and I had always gotten along really well but I think the offer to have him stay with us even increased his liking of me. If he only knew what that offer was coming with.
Neither of us were squares, so grabbing a beer with our lunch wasn't a big deal. Stan picked up the check to show his appreciation for the offer to stay with us. He also offered to cook us dinner at least one night during his stay.
We attended a couple presentations with teammates and then ended the work day going over some specs that I had been working on. His insights were super helpful and he also expressed a lot of admiration for what I had built. He even suggested that my ideas might bring some major innovation to our industry.
That had me heading home on a high because his opinion really mattered to me. As soon as we each pulled up to my place, the reality of what I had set up, which I had largely gotten distracted from thinking about at work, came rushing back to me.
I found myself flushed as Maggie came out of the house to greet him. She had the day off and had spent much of it giving the house a thorough cleaning in preparation for his arrival. But she had obviously left herself plenty of time to spruce herself up. It was May, so it was warm enough that she came out in a cute red spaghetti strap top and jean shorts that were so short they were almost "daisy dukes". He sandals had slight heels to them, so they were lifting enough to tighten her calves and her ass. In short, she looked particularly hot.
She waved and called out, "Hey Stan! So glad to see you again and have you stay with us."
As he approached she practically leapt into his arms with a big hug. They had been friendly when they had met previously, but a hug this big was new. Stan didn't really miss a beat though and hugged her back as a good friend might.
"Well thanks, Maggie. I was certainly surprised but most grateful for the invite. I'm getting less and less tolerant of hotel stay bullshit and how impersonal it all feels. Will be nice to hangout with you both," Stan replied as they disengaged, smiling as he took in the inviting nature of my lovely bride.
A chill passed over me as I considered what might happen between the two of them. He really was old enough he could have been her father. That age gap added something for me and I had still yet to hear from Maggie what about it excited her as well.
We helped him settle in and get his luggage in our spare room. This wasn't "Julia's room", but Maggie had already told me she'd waved Julia off for the week. This room had a queen bed and was one we kept free if either of our parents were to visit. The very idea that Maggie could end up having sex in that room with Stan was hotter knowing one pair of our parents would likely be the next to occupy the room.
After he was done putting his stuff up and freshening himself, Stan came downstairs and presented Maggie a box of chocolate dipped strawberries that he'd brought in a cooler for her.
When he presented them to her she had her hands busy chopping carrots for our dinner salads, so after thanking him and asking how he knew they were her favorites, she asked him to feed her one to sample it before dinner.
The vision of Stan putting one in her mouth and her having to bite off the end as it was too big to fit in her mouth was erotic. He thoughtfully used a free finger wipe the juices that were dripping down her chin up and she sucked them off his finger before taking the final bite of the strawberry.
You'd think I'd have made up that or that they had somehow planned this to happen, but neither were the case. It just seemed circumstances and whatever they were both putting out there was being picked up from the other.
Dinner was uneventful except somehow we got into a discussion about Stan's ex-wife and what happened between them. It basically came down to that he still loved her, but she had just grown increasingly cold and disinterested in any kind of intimacy with him. Once his kids, two daughters and a son, had gotten out of school, he gave her an ultimatum and she seemed to be happy to be out of it. They sold their house and he gave her a sizable lump sum payment and they hardly spoke since. Last time he saw her was at his eldest daughter's wedding.
Maggie asked if he had been seeing anyone since their divorce which had been nearly five years ago.
"Not really. I think I had it in my head that I'd find someone to spend time with. I mean, I'd been on some dates that led to sex, to be frank, but none of the women had been that interested in being more than just a hook up."
That comment kind of got to me. It made me feel a bit bad about potentially setting him up to be used when the guy was a decent type. All during the day and during our dinner I had been trying to pick up on what it was that Maggie defined as BDE ("big dick energy"). I mean, he carried himself with a confidence and never seemed nervous or unsure. I guess the strawberry thing was as good an example I had of that self-sure confidence without being cocky like she said. I certainly could not see myself as the kind of guy who might have done that with another man's wife in front of him.
I should describe Stan a bit. He kind of reminded me of a slightly thicker Sam Elliott without a mustache. Tall, well-built except for the slight gut that came from less exercise and maybe a few too many beers for a guy who travelled so much. He definitely had a presence. And Maggie definitely felt it. There were several times when he'd be either in the restroom or out on the back patio that we were alone and she'd give me a look. I could tell that she was definitely ready to give it a try.
We admittedly hadn't really come up with any specific plans about starting things. Maggie had just told me, "I'll do what needs to happen when I think it's the right time."
We convened after dinner on our back patio. My wife and I had built over the past few years a nice garden with all sort of lighting features and an in-ground hot tub as a major focus. It was our oasis from the world and the whole yard was surrounded by a six-foot privacy fence. Our patio really was built to enjoy the view we had crafted.
Stan and I had beers. I knew Stan dug craft beers, so I had gotten a good selection from my favorite local brewery special for his stay. Maggie had started to enjoy hard seltzers, so she had one in her hand as we hung out and took in the nice spring evening.
"Oh, you didn't tell me you had a hot tub, Harry. Dang, knowing that I don't know that I'm ever going to want to stay in a hotel when I'm in town again," he beamed.
"Done deal, Stan. We'd be happy to have you anytime," Maggie answered for us. Her words were dripping with desire, at least to my ears, "You want to hit the tub tonight? Loosen some muscles before bedtime?"
"Oh that'd be great, but..." Stan started.
"...but you didn't bring a swimsuit. Right. Hmmm. Well, to be honest, Harry and I tend not to bother with one with our fence as it is," Maggie picked up his thought, "I mean, if you'd be ok with that, Stan?"
Stan took in what she was suggesting and then looked to me.
I just shrugged and said, "Well I've certainly both been nude in the showers at the club, so it's not a big deal to me if Maggie is suggesting it."
"Alright then, I guess I'll go drop my stuff in my room," he replied. There certainly was a renewed vigor in his step knowing what was about to happen. He had certainly checked out Maggie more than a few times in her outfit during the evening and I can't imagine the strawberry incident didn't have some effect on him.
Back in our room, I watched as she took her clothes off. I knew what this was setting up, so it made these preparations all the hotter.
"You know, there may be a point that you may need to step away to have things get going, right?" she asked me as she began undoing her shorts.
