Saturday morning, I was wandering around the house enjoying my coffee and a warm glow of satisfaction from the night before. Even though I hadn't actually fucked anyone or been fucked, other than a few seconds of a blowjob from Laura, it was the best sex I'd had in a very long time. Mixed with the happiness was an edge of anxiety, though. Our little adventure the night before had probably gone much further than Rick or Laura had planned. It was a huge step for them, and I knew there was a strong possibility they'd wake up that morning regretting it. I was hoping for more, but I also knew that might have been the one and only evening I'd ever have with them.
Luckily, that was not the case. I was checking email regularly all morning, and I got one from Rick around 10 AM.
Good morning! I hope you're good. We're both eager to see you again. Give me a call when you have a minute? - Rick
I did a little celebratory dance and made myself wait about two minutes before calling him.
"Hey, Jim!" he said, and I heard Laura in the background saying "hiiii, Jim!" God, I loved her voice.
"Hey, you two!" I said. "Good morning!"
"Good morning, man," Rick said. "No regrets?"
I laughed out loud. "No, no regrets at all on my end. Are you both feeling good about it?"
He laughed, too. "Yes, yeah, we're feeling really good about it. Laura wants the phone, hang on."
"Hi, Jim, how are you doing, honey?" she asked when she came on.
"I'm fantastic. I had an amazing time," I said.
"Me, too!" she said. "I feel a little bad I crossed the line there a couple times. I'm sorry about that."
"Let me assure you, I didn't mind at all. I loved it," I said.
"Good, thank you, but I gotta keep myself in control a little better. If we tell you what the rules are and you follow them, then I've gotta follow them too, right?"
"I appreciate that, but seriously, you can do whatever you feel comfortable doing in the moment."
"We'll all talk about that. I've got some ideas to help keep me honest. Well hey, Ricky's all in a hurry to get the phone back. I'm gonna put you on speaker so we can share you and and your big dick, Jim," she said, and I heard them both laugh as the phone switched to speaker.
"We were wondering if you wanted to hang out today," Rick said.
"You know," Laura said, "hang out?"
I laughed. "Absolutely," I said. "I've got no plans that I can't happily drop."
"How about lunch?" Rick asked. "We owe you a meal."
"How do you owe me a meal?" I asked.
"You brought that pizza last night and we all forgot about it til this morning!" Laura said.
"Oh shit, that's right," I said, and laughed again. "Well yeah, I'm up for lunch and anything else."
"How about we come pick you up so we can go together?" Rick asked.
"Sounds great."
I gave them my address and they said they'd come by a little before noon. I was a little nervous getting dressed then, as I wasn't sure how dolled up they would be. I decided to go pretty casual, in good jeans, a favorite button-up shirt, and a vintage wool jacket. When their big Lexus sedan pulled into the driveway, I went outside and saw I was in the right ballpark, as Rick was dressed pretty similarly, but in a leather jacket. Laura seemed to be wearing some kind of black knit dress under her black coat, but I couldn't see much of it. I slid into the back seat as everyone said hello again.
"We're sure happy to see you, Jim," Laura said, turning to look at me in the back seat.
"I am really happy to see both of you," I said.
"I'm glad you don't have any second thoughts about last night," she said, and blushed.
"Damn," I said. "No, none at all. I'm glad you feel the same."
She smiled really big at me then and turned forward again, still smiling, and I just about melted.
They took me to Pies & Pints, a great spot for a cool, drizzly day in Seattle. Beer and pot pies were their specialties, and I was happy for both. It wasn't terribly busy at lunch time, and they had some good music playing, so we had a bit of privacy for our conversation. We all eased into a booth, the two of them on one side, me sitting across from Rick, and ordered drinks. Beer for me and Laura, tea for Rick so he didn't have to worry about driving.
Once the waitress was gone, I had to let Laura know what I thought of her outfit, which was driving me crazy! Once her coat was off in the restaurant, I could see she was wearing a long-sleeved black knit dress that fit her like a glove, hugging her whole body and showing off her tiny waist and amazing ass. It covered her from her throat to mid-thigh, and then she was wearing black stockings and a pair of chunky, black Oxfords in two-tone black and white patent leather.
"Laura," I said, "you look fucking amazing. I'm blown away here."
She blushed. "Why, thank you, honey," she said.
"I'm blown away every day," Rick said. She turned and kissed him and they were both all smiles.
Laura turned back to me and she started to blush deeply before speaking, so I figured we were diving right in.
"So like I said," she started, "I feel bad about setting rules for you and then breaking them myself."
"It's okay," I said. "I loved it."
"But I like to hold myself to a bit of a standard, you know," she continued, nodding. "And besides, the rules we came up with actually had a purpose. You know, we don't really know how far we want to go, and we don't want to rush ahead without thinking about it. I mean," and here she looked around and got quieter, "obviously I wanted to have sex with you last night. But once you start doing that, what even is marriage? I mean, the way we talked about it, if we were just hanging out touching ourselves, or with Rick fucking me, then what's so wrong about that? But once we start fucking other people, what's the marriage about?"
"I follow you," I said, glancing at Rick, who was nodding along. "And you know, I've known people who made open marriages work. Polyamory, ethical non-monogamy, all that. But you're right, they didn't make it work by rushing ahead and doing things that they didn't feel comfortable with, or that they couldn't take back. You both have to be on the same page."
"So you've done this kind of thing for real?" Rick asked.
"Not this exactly," I said. "But what I told you in email in the beginning about going to gangbangs and swinger parties and that kind of thing, yeah, that was true."
The drinks arrived and we ordered food, so we quieted down for a few minutes, took a couple drinks, and all of us seemed to be thinking.
"So you've been to all-out orgies?" Laura asked. "Like Caligula stuff?"
We all laughed. "They're way more low key than it looks in porn. Normal people can't fuck like that non-stop, and generally speaking, the people aren't that attractive."
"But that's your thing?" Laura asked.
"No, it's not," I said. "It was for a little while, but I never really liked it. That's why I settled in with the email exchanges, sharing fantasies with other people online."
"So what didn't you like about that?" she asked. "I would have assumed most men would be up for it if they knew how to make it happen."
"It's not that simple," I said. "It seems kind of desperate sometimes, you know? A lot of the time, you look around and the only people who seemed to be really having a good time look a little deranged. And I was never comfortable with just totally random, anonymous sex. People my age, we hit puberty right when AIDS was being widely covered."
"You used condoms though, right?" Rick asked.
"Yeah, of course. Not everyone does, though. And actually, that brings us to something I meant to mention to you. Last night we ended up having some contact, and you guys never asked me about STD testing or anything. Don't worry," I assured them, "I'm clean. My last round of tests were about a month ago and I haven't had any contact with anyone since then. But if you're going to play with others, you have to learn to ask about that up front."
"Yeah, Jesus, you're right," Laura said. "I trusted you, but I probably shouldn't have. Mostly I was just so horny that I didn't care."
"Right," I said. "Me too. That's why you ask ahead of time, before you're spun up. You two are both clean, I assume?"
"Yeah," Laura said. "We haven't been tested in a long time, but we've only been with each other."
"They gave me the whole round of tests during my physical this year," Rick said. "All clean."
"Cool," I said. "I figured, but we should all be asking to be totally clear."
"Damn, Jim," Laura said, lifting her beer to me, "you're like our native guide to perversion."
I clinked my pint glass against hers and said "happy to do it."
"Another full disclosure thing here," I said. "Another reason I didn't like what I saw of swinger culture is that it was really very heteronormative and run by the men. I know there are some more queer-friendly swinger scenes and I was just in the wrong one, but there it is. That made me uncomfortable. Because I'm bisexual, I'm queer," I said.
They both just smiled and looked at each other and almost shrugged before they looked back at me.
"Fine by us," Rick said.
"Yeah," Laura said. "I left Kentucky for a lot of reasons. Making more money wasn't the only one. Yeah, we're not religious, at least not like that, and I'm good with it."
She blushed again, very red.
"Hell, I think it's really sexy," she said. "I confess, I watch a good bit of gay porn myself."
Rick and I both laughed.
"What?" Rick asked. "Seriously?"
"I mean..." she started, "seriously? Ricky, if I'm watching porn and you're not around, it's usually a couple of guys going at it. At least a couple."
We all laughed again.
"I tried watching some lesbian stuff," she said, "and it just didn't do much for me. I like a little bit of it, don't get me wrong. There's some stuff that gets me going. But it's mostly about dicks for me. The more dicks the better," she said, and shrugged, taking a drink of her beer.
Judging by some of the looks I'd caught from Rick the night before, I suspected he was pretty happy with it. But if he was bi, I figured he was still very much in the closet and I didn't want to push him to make any admissions in front of me. That was something they needed to talk about with each other first.
