A week after the all girl orgy, Barbara stopped by Wendy's house to see her. It was a Saturday afternoon. She was hoping Matt would be there, and he was. Barbara wanted to turn the screws a little, to keep Wendy thinking about joining in with the swinger couples. Barb was doing it mostly because she wanted her friend to experience all the fun, but there was also a part of her that was excited by the idea of recruiting a new couple, and she thought Matt was cute and sexy so it was a win/win all around.
"Oh, hi Barb!" Matt said when he answered the door. "Wendy's not here. She's at the grocery store."
"Oh, shoot," Barb said. "Mind if I wait. She probably won't be long, will she?"
"No. Come on in. Yeah, she's probably just picking up a few things. How are you?"
Barb stepped inside the cozy house, out of the cold January wind. "I'm good. How are you guys doing? Wendy told me you had a nice Christmas holiday."
"Yeah, it was nice. Different now, without a young child to buy toys for."
"Oh, I know. I miss those days."
"What a beer or something? Coffee?"
"Beer me," Barb smiled.
Barb's smile was even more spectacular than Matt remembered. He still had trouble believing his eighteen-year-old son was fucking such a beautiful, mature woman. It wasn't too long ago when Matt himself would have thought of Barb as an older woman, but the older he got the more those gaps seemed to be closing.
"So," he said when he handed her a freshly opened bottle of beer, "I hope I'm not out of line saying this, but Wendy's told me some things. About your...hobby."
"My hobby?" Barb had a mischievous glint in her eye, and combined with smile number two it just about melted Matt into a puddle. "I suppose it is sort of a hobby, isn't it. Do you think I'm terrible?"
"No! I didn't mean that! I guess I'll have to be careful how I word things. It's just that, I have a million questions."
"No need to be careful. Ask away."
Barb took a sip of beer and fixed her gaze on Matt. His heart pounded. He knew it was delicate and dangerous territory.
"How long have you been...into it all?"
"Six months, I guess," Barb said. "You know Kelsey. She and Austin have been at it since right after high school. You normally don't think of kids that age as swingers, but, when she moved back here after college they got more serious, became more of a real couple, you know? I don't know how well you know her, but I defy anyone to spend any time with her and not get drawn in. She has the most powerful sexual aura of anyone I've ever met."
Matt smiled. He was thinking the same thing about Barb. He'd never met a woman as naturally sexy.
"Yeah, I've met her, and Wendy told me all about her. It's funny, you guys both make her sound like she's a shaman or something."
"Yeah, well, you tell me, after you get to know her," Barb smiled. She took another sip of beer. "Has Wendy shown you the porn Kelsey made in college?"
"No. Maybe for my birthday," Matt smiled.
Barb's eyes twinkled. "Most guys want a threeway for their birthday, don't they?"
Matt was getting warm. The wind howled outside, and the old furnace in the basement was barely keeping up, but Matt's pulse was racing and he could feel sweat trickling down his chest. "It's the kind of present their mothers never gave them when they were kids, I guess," he said.
"Not when they were kids," Barb said.
Matt froze and could barely breathe. His comment was an innocent little joke, but Barb's had a tinge of reality to it that surprised the hell out of him. He took a sip of beer, hoping Barb hadn't noticed his bewilderment.
"Isn't Wendy's birthday coming up soon?" Barb asked. "Maybe I shouldn't even suggest this, but I know some men who'd be into a nice threeway. It's what every girl wants, too, you know."
Matt almost choked on his mouthful of beer. "Wendy?...Really?"
Barb smiled at the cute look on Matt's face. "Well, I know for a fact she's not interested in cheating on you. But something
with
you, yeah, I'm almost positive she'd be way into it."
Matt was hoping Barb meant with her, and from the look on her face he was pretty sure she did, but it was
Wendy's
birthday after all, and Barb had mentioned a man. Matt didn't really have time to mull over all the ramifications or decide if he felt comfortable with such a scenario. He felt like he needed to pounce while Barb was being so forthcoming.
"How would it work?" he asked. "I mean, I'm assuming it'd be a...a nice guy? Not like a hired hand or something..."
"A pro, you mean? No. It may surprise you to know there's no need for that around here. There's plenty of...enthusiasts in town who just do it for fun. It sounds crazy to say that. A year ago I would have been shocked."
"So, I know about Kay and Bobby Jonston," Matt said. "Is he who you're thinking of?"
"He could be. But I actually had someone else in mind," Barb said. Her smile grew. "Are you really considering this?"
"I have no idea. Honestly, it's just kind of exciting hearing you talk about it."
"Oh. Well that's a start," Barb said. Her big smile lit up Matt's heart again. He was under her spell the same way Richie was. Like father like son.
"So, the couples...they're happy?" Matt asked. "I mean, away from swinging? Are their marriages solid?"
"Oh, yeah! That's the thing I find most fascinating. They're all
so
happy. I'm starting to think it's a good relief valve for a marriage. My own marriage crashed and burned when my ex cheated. We both loved sex, even some of the kinky stuff, so I think if we'd started swinging, and kept it honest and open, we'd probably still be together and Austin would have had a full-time dad. Of course I'm just guessing, but from what I've seen the last few months, it seems to make the couples stronger. They're all kind of remarkable."
"Hey you two!" Wendy said when she returned. "Did you just get here?"
"Oh, a bottle of beer ago," Barb said, smiling as she held up her empty.
"Would you like another?" Matt asked.
"No thanks. I get sleepy if I drink to much beer during the day."
Matt thought about offering his soft bed for a nice nap, but he didn't. He went to the door to help Wendy with the grocery bags.
"So what brings you by," Wendy asked with a smile.
"Oh, nothing," Barb said. "I was just nearby. I've been helping Matt pick out a birthday present for you."
"Oh," Wendy scoffed, shaking her head. "We're not present people. It's funny, we just saw my cousins over the holidays. They're like totally the opposite. Always an expensive gift, always showing them off."
"Sometimes the best gifts don't cost anything," Barb said, winking secretly at Matt.
"You got that right," Wendy said. "I'm a simple girl."
She put the groceries away in the refrigerator, wondering if Matt and Barb had discussed the girls party at Kay's house. Wendy kind of hoped they had, because it would fire up Matt for some action after Barb left. Then she realized it wasn't necessary, just the sight of Barb would be enough to get Matt going, knowing, as he did, how they'd licked each other's pussies more than once. Wendy thought about putting on a show for him with Barb, right there on the couch. Maybe some girl-on-girl sixty-nine, and some pussy-to-pussy scissor sex. She smiled and shook it off — crazy ideas were fun to think about, but nothing more.
"The store was mobbed today," she said. "Of course they're too dumb to have more than two cashiers working on a busy weekend."
"Any cute ones?" Barb asked. "Have you seen the one with the jet-black hair, cut in a pixie?"
"Yes! Oh my God, she's..."
Matt smiled. He loved that his wife and her best friend were checking out cute girls. "I suppose it's wrong for a husband to say he's seen her too?" he said. "I swear to God she wasn't wearing a bra the last time I was in there."
"I know!" Barb said. "That's kind of her thing, I think. I'm surprised the manager lets her get away with it. She's got some serious ta ta's."
"You've seen the manager," Wendy said. "He's a greasy old man. I'm sure he loves it."
"Do you think they blow him to get raises and stuff?" Barb asked.
"I worked there when I was a kid," Wendy said. "It was a different guy, but the manager hit on me. I was only sixteen!"
"Age is a funny thing," Barb said a little sheepishly, when she realized Richie at eighteen was perilously close to sixteen. She suddenly felt very awkward standing there talking to his parents. "Well, I just wanted to say hi you guys. I've got some errands to run. Can I use your bathroom?"
"Sure, right around the corner," Wendy said.
When Barb pulled on her coat to leave she put a folded business card in Matt's hand, one she'd written on when she was in the bathroom.
Call me if you want me to hook you up with a 3 way guy.
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Within a few days Matt's mind was reeling with thoughts of threeways and swinging. His imaginings of the parties that must go on were threatening to take over his very being, and they'd already messed up a project at work that he couldn't focus on. Barb's smile was stuck in his head, too, and her long legs, and the smooth, tight curve of her ass. Visions of Kay were bouncing around in his head, too. He hadn't seen her in years, but her long red hair and her big breasted hour-glass petiteness were burned into his memory. He didn't know if a threeway for his wife's birthday was the best way into that world, but he had a feeling it might work. His hands were sweaty when he dialed the phone...
"Barb? Matt. Are you busy?"
"No. I'm on a break at work. What's up?"
"The man. For Wendy's birthday. Do you...still think that's a good idea?"
"Do you? That's all that matters, Matt."
"I think, maybe, yeah. I mean, it sort of depends on the guy. I know it sounds funny, but I sort of feel like I need to trust him, but how can I? I mean, it's just some guy that's gonna show up, right?"
"No, Matt, all the guys are really great. I know you don't know me too well, but I've got a low tolerance for assholes. Believe me, all the guys I've met so far through Kelsey and Kay are super nice. They're all discrete, and open, and would never do anything to jeopardize someone else's relationship. That's the feeling I get, anyway. And listen, I gotta warn you, it's a pretty small town when you get right down to it, so you're gonna know a lot of the people who are involved, and you absolutely know the guy I'm thinking about."
"I do?"
"Yup. You know him pretty well, but that's what makes it so hot. That's the name of the game, right? I mean, if you're gonna give your wife her first threeway it should knock her socks off, don't you think?"
"Oh. Yeah, absolutely."
"So this is for real? You're really thinking about it?"
