Getting my wife Tanya into a tryst with Merv and his mates taxed my mind in the weeks following the wayward cum episode (See: A Degenerate Husband Ch.1). It was also clearly on Merv's mind and we had met a few times to sort out the details, though nothing was going to ensure success.
One of Tanya's weak spots was exotic drinks and some of the best sex we had ever had followed the consumption of a Harvey Wallbanger or two. Merv had a bar in his living room and he had set about becoming an expert on cocktails, stocking up on spirits and practicing on me and his mates whenever the occasion arose.
Essentially, the plot was this, with a couple of fallback variations. Merv was to pose as a client of mine and was to invite Tanya and myself around to his place for drinks and nibblies. After a few exotic cocktails and depending on Tanya's level of tipsiness, Merv would suggest a hot spa in the courtyard. With clothes off and the booze and warmth taking effect, the chances of a sexy encounter might be on the cards. There were lots of holes in this plan, of course, but we thought it was worth a try.
As mentioned before (in Chapter 1), Tanya was very broad minded when it came to what went on in the bedroom. There was lots of dirty talk between us and frequent mention of other people and scenarios, all of which was a big turn-on for us both during sex. But whether this would translate to the real world of actually screwing other men was another question. Personally I doubted it. Not without the assistance, at least, of a few drinks.
The afternoon of the day arrived and Tanya looked very peachy as she got in the car.
"What's Merv like?" she asked as we drove down the freeway.
"Nice sort of guy. Older. A real gentleman." I said.
"Family?" she asked again.
"His wife left him a few years ago and he's been living alone. I think he took it pretty badly. He never talks about family matters at all." I replied.
We chatted some more and I gradually built up a picture of a decent, hard-working though probably lonely guy. Of course this was just the opposite of the sex pervert that he really was -- what with all the porn videos, prostitutes and love dolls. Merv was the most carnal person I had met.
I had also had to do a little work on Merv, though softening his harsher edges and habits was more difficult. No swearing, scratching or obvious flattery, I had said. Be charming. Merv was up-to-speed on the story of being abandoned by his wife (a lie) and was ready to play it up a little. He agreed to take his cues from me.
Merv's house was a large hacienda-style villa with an open courtyard in the middle. He had gone to some trouble to get it cleaned up and I was relieved to see that his harem of love dolls and DVD's was safely stowed out of sight.
"This is a lovely place you have Merv." Tanya said.
"Glad you like it Tanya. I'm pretty proud of it myself." Merv replied.
Merv was looking better than I had ever seen him. New clothes, clean shaven and smelling of a fairly pleasant aftershave, he had taken my advice to heart. He had even acquired a tan from a local solarium.
After the obligatory tour, Merv propped himself behind the bar and began making a round of cocktails.
"You can let your hair down sweetie." I said.
"I'm happy to drive home."
"You're a darling." Tanya replied.
There was the usual chit-chat and getting-to-know-you-questions and Merv performed superbly, laying on just the right measure of charm and pathos. I was wondering whether this was the same person I had come to know, or if we had a genuine chameleon in our midst.
Forty minutes later, Tanya was on her third cocktail. They were, like many cocktails, so delicious that one could easily forget the booze, and with each new cocktail, Merv cleverly increased the quantity of liquor. My guess was that Tanya would be the other side of tipsy after about four shots and I was proved to be correct. When she excused herself to go to the toilet, he walk was slightly unsteady and she giggled when trying the wrong door.
"What do you think mate?" Merv asked with an edge of excitement in his voice.
