My First Group Experience

Since my heart attack last May I have been riding my bike to a bagel shop about 20 miles away 3 or 4 times a week. As a regular I got to know many of the other regulars casually. One couple came in fairly often. They both wore surgical pants and tops from time to time. She is a perky 5’2” blond with smallish tits and an ass to make your mouth water. He is a beefy guy that treats her like shit in public. I often figured that she ripped his ass apart at home. I chatted with them from time to time, but one day he asked me to sit with them. He asked me, in great detail, about my heart attack and my life style and marital status, etc. It was almost a grilling. I wondered about it in the days that followed, but I basically shrugged it off as his temperamental thing.

Last Tuesday I was sitting at a table outside when they arrived. He asked if he could sit with me while he sent his wife inside to get their order. His approach to her rankled me, but she was his wife and she was the one putting up with his shit, so I shrugged it off. We chatted about the weather and that sort of thing till his wife got back with their coffee and she was seated and they had tasted their drinks. He looked at his wife and then looked me directly in the eyes and said, “Would you like to make love to my wife with me?” I was taken aback. Not knowing how to respond, Time seemed to shift into slow motion. The sounds of the girls making espresso inside dimmed and the movements around me seemed to fade. To give myself time to recover, I reached out and took my coffee and had a long slow slip, as our eyes remained locked.

Then I said, “Let me get this straight. You want me to join you and your wife in bed and we both make love to her?”

He nodded without breaking eye contact with me. I looked into his eyes trying to see if he was joking, but he appeared serious as a heart attack. Finally I broke eye contact with him and looked at his wife and said, “How do you feel about this?”

She blushed and looked down before saying, in a voice so low I could hardly hear, “I want to do it.”

I looked from her back to him and said, “Just like that. We are all going to go to a motel and she is going to fuck and suck both of us at the same time.” I made it as crude as possible to see what reaction that I got from him, but he stared into my eyes without a flicker of emotion. My brain raced from fact to fact searching for a clue to what this guy was up to. I turned over every minute of his interrogation and all the times we had said hello and all the idle chit chat but nothing came to mind.

I really did want to fuck his pretty wife, but was this a real opportunity or just some bull shit. Finally I made up my mind. I wanted it all. I held his gaze steadily and said, “Yes, I want to make love to your wife, but the first time I do it she and I will be alone. Take it or leave it.” A flash of anger crossed his eyes and I figured that I had blown the only chance that I would ever have to fuck her.

At length he leaned back and said, “I guess that will be alright. You can do it alone the first time but after that only with the three of us together.”

Still not sure that this was real of just bull shit, I said, “She will come to me wearing a garter belt and black stockings with thong panties outside the garters, red spike heels with ankle straps, a black push up bra that shows her nipples and a dress or skirt that is short enough so that her ass shows if she puts her hands on my shoulders.”

I turned to her and put my hand on hers saying, “Is that agreeable with you?”

In a very meek voice she said, “I guess.”

I barked, “Look at me in the eyes.” She looked up.

I said, “Is that what you want? Yes or no?

She trembled and said, “Yes, that is what I want.”

I looked back at him and said, “When?”

He said, “We don’t want to rush you, but as soon as possible.”

I turned that over in my mind for a second before I said, “Okay, I will meet your wife here tomorrow evening at 6 p.m. and we will go to a motel together.”

He nodded his assent.

I looked him square in the eyes and said, “Give us a minute alone please.”

He looked a little flustered and said, “I will be in the car. Don’t take too long.”

When he was out of earshot, I said, “Do you really want to do this?”

She blushed and said, “Yes, it was my idea. He can’t perform very well and I told him that he would probably really get excited if he watched someone else doing it to me. The thought of it made him horny and he made love to me several times that night. We selected you before that day when he asked you all those questions.”

I looked her square in the eyes and said, “Did he select me, or did you?”

She blushed again and said, “I talked him into you.”

I smiled and said, “Thank you.”

“Why do you want me in that outfit?” she asked.

I said, “Well, I want you to feel slutty when you get ready to meet me. I want you to feel that way while you bathe and, as you get dressed. I want you to be my raging hot slut the moment that we meet.”

“Oh!” She exclaimed, “I had better get going. He will be so horny that he will fuck me like crazy when we get home.”

“No!” I said, “I don’t want him to touch you till after I have made love to you.” Her eyes clouded and I said, “Tell him that if he touches you before tomorrow evening the whole thing is off and you will have to recruit someone else. I don’t want you to touch yourself either. Don’t make yourself cum at all. Do you hear me?”

She nodded her ascent. I said, “Run along now. See you tomorrow.”

She smiled and hurried over to her car. I finished my coffee and got back on my bike for the ride home. I knew that I would have plenty to think about on the way.