I was in a city 40 miles south of mine on business. I'd gone to a middle upper class chain restaurant, one of those places where you know you'll get a decent quality a meal if not the best. Since I was alone, I just wanted to fuel the beast. I'm a widower of several years.
There was a wait, and I elected to wait in the bar area until they texted me that my table was ready. I sat there at the bar nursing my drink, a whiskey on the rocks, looking at my email account on my phone.
A nice looking couple came in, and sat at the bar beside me, the only place where there were two seats together. I checked them out.
She was about 5'5", blond, medium length hair, and very shapely. I noticed her eyes were blue, and that she was very attractive. He was short, maybe a couple of inches taller than she, slender build, salt and pepper hair worn a little long, clean shaven, nice looking guy. They appeared to be in their 40s, and to be well off financially.
I guess I should give my own "specs." I'm one generation older than they, but most people can't believe it. They think I'm 15 or 20 years younger than I am.
I was lucky enough to have had a very youthful looking grandfather. All his family looked 10 or 20 years younger than their actual ages. My aunt had mostly black hair in her 80s. I have a full head of salt & pepper hair, which I wear in a side-parted "military" cut, the white in it courtesy of the other side of my family tree. I also have a trimmed moustache.
I'm 6 feet tall, weigh depending on the day, a few pounds either side of 200 and have a 36 inch waist. My shoulders are extremely broad and square. Sometimes I still see ladies check me out. This woman did.
Her husband noticed her checking, too, and he also turned around and looked. We made eye contact, and I smiled. He smiled. We fell into conversation as people will sometimes do. His name is James and hers is Beth.
It turned out they were local. We had about a twenty minute wait, and after chatting a while, they exchanged a look, and he asked if I'd like to join them at their table. I gladly accepted.
We made our way to the table, ordered, and continued chatting while waiting on our food. The food arrived, and we ate slowly chatting about this and that.
During our conversation, the topic of movies came up. He said they had just watched a video of the film "Professor Marston & the Wonder Women," which had been out a few years back and had a theme of a long duration menage a trois relationship between the creator of Wonder Woman comics, his wife, and another young lady. I wondered if they had an ulterior motive in mentioning it.
I had seen the film in the theater when it was current. I thought it was hot, and told them so. James was silent for a moment, then quietly, as if very nervous, asked if I had ever done anything like that. I told him I had, except I was the extra fellow with a married man/woman couple. Two different couples, in fact, on two different occasions.
He literally squirmed a bit at that, and, without realizing it, adjusted himself.
I noticed.
He asked how something like that worked.
I told him in the first case, I had answered a personals ad looking for a man to join the couple for the wife's birthday.
I was honest, if a bit blunt, and told him that, in conversations we had online before actually meeting, the husband asked me how I felt about being in bed with another guy. I told him I was fine with it. I told James that am intuitive, and recognized that the man in the threesome was interested in some action with me.
He, James, asked me, "What kinds of action?"
I looked at him and said I had told the husband it would be fine if he wanted to suck my cock, or wanted me to fuck him, and the husband had said that he wanted both. James adjusted himself again. Beth was smiling sightly, almost a smirk.
I felt like adjusting myself after this part of the conversation, but I managed to hold off.
Finally, he looked at her and asked, "What do you think?"
She answered, "Yes. Definitely."
He took a audibly deep breath and asked if I might be interested in going to their home. He said they had a hot tub, and he'd like to continue our conversation there.
I thought for a moment and said, "I'm very flattered, and also very interested. I have to tell you up front though, that in these situations, I like to call the shots. I'm, quite frankly, a Dominant. Nothing too kinky, but if we should decide to get to know each other a lot better, I might tell you what you can do, what you can't, and what you must delay doing, and I will expect compliance." My intuition was at work again, and I felt, no, I KNEW he wanted to hear that.
He didn't disappoint me, and said, "Well really, that sounds...um...perfect. It's actually our biggest fantasy." It turned out they had an active sex fantasy life, fantasizing about a larger man with a bigger cock joining them and taking control, although they'd never before taken the first step to living it out.
He paid for our dinner, and I followed them to their home in my car.
They had a very nice home. He's a successful insurance agent, writing primarily business insurance packages for small and midsize companies.
We decided to sit on their patio for a while, and have more libations and continue our conversation. Take things slow; establish the ground rules, so to speak. I chose to drink tea. Too much alcohol messes with the pleasure equipment. I think they were nervous, and they each had a vodka martini.
