It was happening. I had finally told Emma that she could invite her former patient over.
It had been two weeks since she had jerked him off and then told me about it, and she had been texting back and forth with him occasionally. Those texts...often came up when we were in bed together. But tonight was finally the night we had set up for him to come over to have a few drinks.
His name was Aaron, and apparently this particular situation was something he was familiar with. He told Emma that he had been previously been the bull for two different couples, so he was ready to join us whenever we were ready. I had been a little hesitant to give him the okay to come over with us, but eventually my libido won out over any second thoughts I had, and Emma texted him to set it up.
I didn't know what to expect. I had never seen Aaron before, only heard about him and his...endowment. Despite my considerable nerves, I was also dangerously aroused already and it was only 6:30 pm. Aaron was coming over at 8, but Emma hadn't let me orgasm since we set the evening up, 5 nights ago.
Finally, the doorbell rang. Emma was resting on the couch in a blue dress with a plunging neckline that put her considerable cleavage on full display. She had curled her long blonde hair after she got out of the shower early, and used a light touch with her makeup to accentuate her large blue eyes. I couldn't keep my eyes off her as she stood up and went to the door.
"Hi Aaron! I'm so glad you're here!" I heard her say from the entrance way. The door shut and I nervously grabbed my beer and headed to join them.
As I entered the hallway, I was caught off-guard by his appearance. I had pictured Aaron as a tall, muscular jock-type, but instead found someone who was perhaps 5'8, with short brown hair and a decidedly average physique. As I walked in, he stuck out his hand and introduced himself with a slight grin as he looked up at me.
"Hi, you must be Jack! I've heard so much about you already. I've really been looking forward to tonight and getting better acquainted with you and your wife."
"I've been...I have been too." I stammered. Truth was, I couldn't believe that this was the man my wife had been telling me about. Could it really all be true, or has she been accentuating some of the details for me?
We walked into the living room together, and as I moved to sit on the love seat next to Emma, she stopped me.
"Jack, would you mind getting me a drink? I'm really craving a whiskey and coke."
"Make that two." Aaron smiled as he walked over, and he sat down on the love seat next to Emma.
I moved to the kitchen and poured their drinks. My hand shook a little as I poured them, knowing they were alone together in the living room. My mind raced with possibilities, but I couldn't rush. For some reason, I wanted to give them some time alone together.
When I did emerge with our drinks, I immediately noticed Emma stifling a giggle, and I also spotted a blur of motion as Aaron's hand moved away from Emma's thigh. I pretended not to notice, and I meekly passed along their drinks and then sat on the recliner.
"So...what do you do for work, Aaron?" I rushed to fill the silence that had permeated the room.
"Oh, I mostly work in sales. I've been bouncing around looking for a good company, but I haven't found anywhere that fits just right yet." Aaron replied easily. His casual confidence certainly didn't seem out of place for a good salesperson.
"Ugh, who wants to talk about work!" Emma groaned. "We spend most of our lives working, why devote more time to it? Let's talk about something interesting."
Seeking to gain more courage, I raised my glass for another sip, and found myself taking a bigger gulp than expected. However, after my brief coughing fit, our conversation became more and more natural. My frequent trips to the kitchen to refill our drinks certainly helped with that, but Aaron did seem to be a genuinely decent guy.
As we finished our fourth drinks (or were they our fifth? I couldn't keep track anymore,) we had become much more comfortable with each other. One minute I noticed Aaron's hand on Emma's knee as we laughed over some shared joke, and with each passing minute it seemed to slide farther and farther up her leg. Once he reached the halfway point, Emma found a brief silence in the conversation to address the elephant in the room.
"So guys. Why are we still just chatting? We all know what is going to be happen tonight."
My face flushed red. We had initially planned on talking privately to decide what we wanted to do before we initiated anything. The truth was, I was feeling really comfortable with Aaron. He was funny and surprisingly nice, and we had quite a bit in common. That must have been what had indicated to Emma that we were going to continue with our plans, but still. She was taking charge faster than I expected.
"Why don't we lose some of our clothes? That might make things a bit easier. Aaron, could you unzip me?" Emma asked.
My jaw dropped open as she stood and turned her back to Aaron. Rather than be shocked, he kept his cool as he grasped her zipper and tugged it down. As I looked on, he met my eye, and with a wink gave her ass a playful squeeze as she slipped her dress off. Emma's lingerie was clearly purchased especially for tonight, and she gave a quick spin to show it off to the both of us. Her bra was thin and light, with only a few carefully placed strips of fabric to prevent her nipples from being clearly visible. Its deep red color matched her thong, which showcased the curves of her ass extraordinarily well.
"Stand up boys, and remove your shirts and pants." Emma commanded. I was already unbuttoning my shirt as I stood, I was so excited, but Aaron stood up slowly and stripped off his shirt. I slipped off my belt, and as I unbuttoned my pants and slid them down around my ankles and kicked them off, my head was buzzing. Was this the alcohol, or my own arousal at what was about to commence?
Aaron's pants were still on, and he addressed Emma now.
