PLEASE NOTE... I am not certain what category this story belongs in. I am placing it in the Group Sex category and hope that literotica will redirect it if they see fit. I can see several category listings that would be accurate in some way; Voyeur, group, loving wives, interracial to name a few.
The story involves two men and one woman.
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"I'm fine with this one," Lisa said as she pointed to one of the three best responses to our ad that we had received.
We had gotten several others, but they were either written by illiterates or the people behind them sounded downright scary. Being so new at this, we decided to play it safe, although I admit to being a bit surprised when she chose the one written by the man who identified himself as Wilson.
"You sure?" I asked, and then offered to read it out loud to make sure she understood who I was going to call.
Written with beautiful penmanship that was flawless in style and grammar, the man introduced himself as Wilson and said that he was interested in meeting us.
"I'm 46 years old," I read aloud. "While I'm surely not a man with a large build in the obvious sense, being only about 5'6" and about 130 pounds, I am rather blessed in another area, and hope that was what you were referring to in your ad. One thing I should mention to you is that I am a black man, so if that matters to you then you can simply dispose of this letter. and I wish you luck and happiness. In any event, I assure you that I am very discrete and expect the same in others."
"I read it, several times," Lisa said. "He sounds like a nice man."
"This is probably something that I'm not supposed to mention," I began to say, but Lisa stopped me.
"Him being black?" Lisa interjected. "I don't know. I think that there's something to make us nervous about anyone we meet like this, isn't there?"
"Okay," I said, realizing that this was certainly a way to prove that everything you mouth in church every week aren't just words, and that we are all brothers. "I'll call him."
***
I got in contact with "Wilson" the next morning, although our connection was lousy and I had trouble hearing him clearly. Explaining that we were interested in meeting him, we set up a rendezvous at a bar outside of town in an area that seemed convenient for all of us.
"What should I call you?" Wilson asked.
"I'm Bryan, and my wife's name is Lisa," I said.
"Really?" he asked. "Are those your real names?"
"Yes. Why?"
"No reason," Wilson said. "Just curious. I'll see you at 8 on Friday night."
"Uh - before you go," I said. "I was just wondering how you felt about me - getting involved, I mean."
"In what way, Bryan?" Wilson inquired in a velvety voice.
"Not - well, I'm kind of curious about something."
"Aren't we all?" Wilson said, and then helped put me out of my misery. "I think what you're trying to ask if I was open to have you do things to me. Am I right?"
"I don't know," I answered honestly. "It's just that if the urge hit me that I would like to touch you or something, I wanted to know if you would have a problem with that."
"Well, Bryan, I admit that I'm really interested in women, but I have strayed a bit from time to time, and when it comes to a hand or mouth approaching my private parts, I'm open-minded. Does that answer your question?"
"Yes, Wilson" I said, breathing a sigh of relief. at not having to really ask.
"Your wife," Wilson asked. "Could you tell me a little about her?"
"Sure. She's really cute but kinda shy. We both are," I admitted. "We're very new to this. Lisa is blonde and petite. Not really - you know - not voluptuous at all. Just the opposite, to be honest with you, but she has a nice figure."
"I can almost picture her in my mind," Wilson said with a laugh. "I can't wait for Friday night."
"It's on for Friday night," I said when I caught up with Lisa.
"What does he sound like?" Lisa wanted to know.
"Barry White," I said, making Lisa laugh.
"I thought he was a small man," Lisa inquired. "How could he sound like that?"
"The phone connection was crummy," I admitted. "I don't know. He had a very comfortable sounding voice. Very soothing. I know I've heard a voice like his before. Maybe it wasn't Barry White."
As it turned out, it sure wasn't Barry White.
***
We sat in a deserted corner of the lounge, nursing a couple of drinks as we watched the clock change from 8:04 to 8:05.
"Maybe we're getting stood up," I suggested.
"Maybe you shouldn't have described me to him," Lisa said, half-joking.
"No, he sounded very interested in you, even more so after I described you, and by the way you look sensational tonight."
Indeed, Lisa looked very vibrant, and had ever since last weekend. Her sexual appetite had increased by leaps and bounds, as had mine, and while we were both nervous we had looked forward to tonight all week.