I was sent out by my civil engineering company to a site visit on the outskirts of the city. It was nice to have a local project for a change. It was just beginning and all the contractors were getting together to review project documents. Believe me, getting things right at this stage is really important. The different companies need to know what is going on and have good relations.
As we were being introduced Kevin said "Hi! Nice to see you again."
The thing is, the last time I saw him he had just screwed my wife. Twice. With me watching. And she really enjoyed it. I had arranged for three men to please her, ensuring that they would all be living and working far away. However, he was a last-minute substitute visiting from abroad. Then he got a contract in this country and ended up on this project near to my home.
"Oh, you know each other," said the site agent. "That's helpful."
"Oh yes," said Kevin. "I was on a team which supplied site services for another contract which he managed. Mainly drilling and pumping. He was an excellent manager, and the client was very satisfied. Isn't that right?"
"Oh, yes," I said, forcing the biggest smile I could (though it was witty, I had to admit). "Very satisfied."
The site manager looked pleased. "Well that's a good recommendation for both of you. I am sure you'll have the same success here."
My real problem with Kevin is that he is such a nice man. He is pleasant, helpful and good at his job. We have a lot of things in common because of our work in civil engineering. How could we not be friends? A complication is that he is black and we are a white couple. Now understand me, we genuinely don't have anything against other races nor any difficulty with other black people. But if we were stand-offish with him, it might look that way.
As a husband, I had agreed for my wife to have this experience of three men one after another, and she found it really satisfying, but we had no intention of making it regular. (OK, it was actually my idea and we did it three times. Kevin turned up at the third, which we had definitely decided would be the last.)
Was it wrong for me to be concerned that something might develop between him and my wife? By the way, he is younger than me, quite good looking and has a bigger cock. And he made her come with it.
How could we shun him in the supermarket, or excuse ourselves from normal social events? And suppose he told other people what my wife had done?
So it was "Hi, Kevin," and "Great to be working with you."
"Remember me to your wife," he said.
"Sure."
To be completely fair, after that he never made even the slightest hint or innuendo, and was completely professional that day and in the weeks that followed. I am afraid I made excuses to avoid being with him in more social situations, but joined him for drinks with others. Some of the men boasted about their sexual exploits, but Kevin remained discreet, though I did learn that he had had been publicly dumped by a girl he hoped to marry. Probably the bad luck I had heard about before our first meeting.
But there was a problem with the site. I explained to the site agent that we would have to drill some boreholes and pump out some ground water in order to secure some of the foundations. "Sounds like a job for Kevin's crew," said the site agent. "Get me a budget and timeline." What could I say?
Fortunately Kevin did know something about drilling and pumping, and engaged subcontractors who did a great job. While we were working on it, together we developed some ideas for similar work which would improve other areas and got approval. A problem turned into an overall saving of time and money on the budget, and the client was indeed well pleased.
The client arranged a dinner for the people involved in our two companies and invited them to bring partners. So I had to tell my wife. That Kevin was nearby. And it would not look right if we didn't go to dinner.
"We have to be friends," she said firmly. "Anyway, suppose he brings someone to the dinner? Then you wouldn't need to worry." That's true, I thought.
And at the dinner, Kevin was accompanied by a rather good-looking woman in her thirties, whom he introduced as Sarah. So it was a good evening. Kevin asked to dance with my wife, and we could hardly refuse, so I danced with Sarah which was really rather pleasant. Lucky Kevin, I thought, and lucky Sarah.
On the way home, my wife said "I had a little chat with Sarah in the ladies. She's not his girlfriend."
"You know when I asked what she did, and she said her job was boring? We got it wrong. That is what she does. She's a civil engineer who helped you with that groundwater problem, though she is a friend of Kevin."
"Oh God!" I said. "Of course she is. It is just that I only saw her a few times in hard hat, hi-vis jacket, overalls and boots. Seeing her here in that dress, I didn't make the connection, but they assumed I had, which is why he only said her name to you. I feel such a fool."
"I couldn't disagree with that. Anyway," she continued. "I said he's rather attractive, and she said 'Yes for a man.' But she had some gay friends who would love to turn him."
"Oh," I said. "So Kevin's not spoken for. Pity. How was he to dance with?"
"Lovely," she said with relish. "I hope you enjoyed Sarah too, not knowing her preferences." I didn't answer, but I certainly had.
That night we were both quiet, and did not make love. But during the night I heard the buzz of the vibrator.
