It started when Frank responded to my profile on SLS. He wanted to know if I was serious about getting my wife laid. When he was certain I was for real, and I him, we arranged to meet for coffee. After our second meeting I felt he was trustworthy and not some dangerous nut. We began our plan then. I told him where she was working at a cooperative art gallery and what her specialty was. I gave him her schedule and an outline of her likes and dislikes, socially, sexual and personality.
He called me after his first visit to the gallery and said she had been very pleasant and that he had arranged to see her again in order to buy a couple of items than she did not have on hand. After his next visit he said she had gladly given him her phone number, but she had not yet told me about her new client. I suggested he arrive a little before she got off and invite her to coffee. She accepted and later told me she had had coffee and a very interesting visit with a new client. He started taking her favorite coffee drink with him when he went to the gallery and it was about two weeks before she asked if it would be ok to invite him to meet us at a local club where a friend of ours played occasionally.
We met, she had a couple her drinks before we left home. Frank asked her to dance as soon as the music started. I could tell she was having a great time by her big smile and the joy she exuded on the dance floor. I was sure she was going to get laid when one of his kids called and said she did not feel well. He apologized and said as a single father he had only one obligation, to his kids. That really put him over the top with her. Once we got home she couldn't wait to get my cock inside her. In the whole of our relationship I had never known her to be so hot and horny as that night.
I took the initiative for the next meeting and told her I had invited him to meet us and listen to some jazz at a local place. She was excited about the meeting but that evening she was worn out when she got home from work. I made her a Gin and Tonic, then she asked for a second and asked me to put some gin in it. I put as much Gin as I dared and she seemed pleased.
When he called she was feeling much revived and a little tipsy. But his call was to say that he had arrived at the club and they were closed because of a power failure. We thanked him for making the drive and invited him over but as he had driven from LA that day he wanted to go on home. But he called back in five minutes and said he hated to waste the evening and would like to come over after all.
When Frank called to cancel his visit that night, it was mildly disappointing. Disappointing because even though she said she weren't aware of being turned on by his attention, I defiantly noticed that she was much more into fucking me senseless after a visit with him. When he called back to say he would like to come to the house to visit I didn't notice any change in her nor did I expect anything but a visit and a drink.
Frank arrived and we all moved into the tiny front room of the cabin we were temporarily living in. Frank and I had coffee and I brought her a third strong G & T. Conversation went nowhere and as she was sitting in the recliner across from the couch neither of us could come up with a casual way to touch her.
