After my wife died, I continued with my life. I still went to the same places and talked to the same people. One day, as I got my hair cut, things got interesting.
I always got my hair cut by a barber, Kerry, or his wife, Miranda, who together ran a unisex hair salon. Kerry always seemed a bit effeminate, but due to the sexiness of his wife, I just assumed it was his mannerisms, not his sexuality. He was around 6 foot tall, with sandy hair, and very attractive, and in great shape.
The wife was a bleach blonde and always flirty with me, even in front of him. She had put on a few pounds in the last few years, but was still a knockout. She has big breasts and, on occasion, seemed to put them in my face on occasions when she, not her husband, was cutting my hair.
On this particular occasion, Kerry was the one cutting my hair. Our conversation turned to my life, which I described as lonely, especially without the intimacy that my wife and I had shared. As he continued to cut my hair, he spoke softly in my ear that his wife, Miranda, might be able to take care of some of my needs. When Miranda walked in, Kerry shared that he had offered her as part of an evening of "relaxation."
Without saying a word, Miranda took over my hair cut. As she finished up, she pulled my head close to her breasts and spoke softly that she had always wanted to help me "relax." As she pushed them against my face, she added that Kerry has always wanted to try a threesome, and I would be the perfect person, since he is comfortable with me and finds me attractive. I could feel my erection against my jeans.
Suddenly, she laughed and pulled the cape off me and I jumped up to try and cover my hard on. She laughed and said that supper would be at 7:00 P.M. sharp, tonight, at their place, with relaxation to start immediately after.
Though I had never been with anyone other than my wife, I was excited by the thought of being with her. Strangely, I was also excited by the thought of seeing Kerry naked and perhaps taking part. 7:00 couldn't come fast enough. I showered and got ready. I drove to their house and Kerry met me wearing shorts and a polo.
As he let me to the dining room, Miranda met me with a kiss on the cheek. She was wearing a light summer dress and it was clear that though she was wearing panties, she did not have a bra on. I could make out the dark circles of her nipples and tried not to look, so I could avoid a major erection right then.