She first met him when we were at Sea Mountain for a night of sexual pleasure. He was with his girlfriend at the time, who was maybe half his age but very hot. My wife is hot as well, a five foot one fit and athletic ball of sexual energy, but she was more his age than his girlfriend's and far more interesting in the hot tub conversation that ensued. I was still on the dance floor, engaging in naked and sexy dancing with several fun ladies inside. Karen and Todd, his name as it turns out, stayed out in the hot tub and talked, while I danced and his date took an early exit from the night's activity.
They talked for nearly an hour before I finally got her back on the dance floor. What I didn't realize was that, while they didn't have sex that night, she developed in that time a crush (physical and somewhat otherwise) on him. We left that night after saying goodbye to him and several others and after having a great orgy like sex finale to the night. It was a good night.
His name came up a number of times after that, sometimes when we were out to dinner talking about hot adventures we'd had, very much more often in bed when we would whip ourselves into a sexual frenzy with talk of others. He was often the star of the verbal show.
We saw him again nearly a year later at SMI again. My mistake -- I'd mentioned that we were going there and would love to see him. But then we ended up going with another couple, and it didn't seem to be a good dynamic to add them. We saw him and said hello a few times, but again no sex. My wife did manage to get him alone for a few minutes, however, and when she returned from their brief conversation, she was visibly turned on.
"He said he'd love to fuck me,"she said, blushing like a young school girl. "He's so hot and really wants to fuck me sometime."
"No shit," I replied. "That's the easy part. Finding the opportunity has been the challenge. Why don't you go fuck him right now in the playroom?"
"Because we are already here with Claude and Sharon, and his girlfriend isn't into it and..." her voice trailed off and I knew the moment had passed.
But for the next several months I tried to figure out how to reconnect. Todd lives in SoCal and we are up North. It doesn't seem like a big deal, but we could never figure out a time to get together, though there was clearly desire on both sides. I certainly wanted to see the two of them have sex and join in myself. I've always liked threesomes with another guy. It gives me the thrill of watching my wife get pleasured without having to carry the load, so to speak, entirely myself. And for some reason -- maybe that Karen was so obviously attracted to him -- this time seemed sexier and more compelling.
Finally, an occasion arose where I needed to be in LA for business, and Karen said she would join me. The next step was seeing if Todd was free. He was, and suddenly we were on with a date and time, and a week or so to contemplate how it might go.
For some reason this get together took on a life of its own. Karen and I have been to a number of sexy, lifestyle gatherings, with couples and many couples. And as I said, we've had our share of MFM's as well. But there was something a step above with this date, and we both could hardly wait.
The date finally came, and we flew into Burbank on the appointed day. We checked into our suite at one of the nicer Beverly Hills hotels, and Karen eventually started her long prep to get ready for the night. It's something of a ritual for us on nights like this, and in many ways watching her get ready for a night out is almost as sexy as the night to follow. Champagne and anticipation make for great bedfellows...Seeing Karen readying herself to fuck another man was a complete turn on.
We had agreed to meet Todd at the hotel bar for a drink, followed by dinner at a nearby restaurant. When Todd walked into the bar, the energy between him and Karen was palpable and radiant. Karen was wearing a very sexy black dress that went up just under her beautiful ass as she reached up to put her arms around Todd and greet him with a big and sexy kiss. They then sat at a small couch while I sat across from them in a chair separated by a bar table. We started to talk about the widest range of things, even while the two of them kept touching thighs and arms. Karen became largely unaware of her dress creeping up her leg, which only added to my anticipation.
One drink turned into two, at which point Karen announced that she would suggest that we discharge some of our energy up in the room and push back dinner until later... Needless to say, both Todd and I leapt at the suggestion and started to stand up. That was when Karen lowered the proverbial boom.
"Sweetheart, I have another suggestion. I'm afraid having you in the room with us is going to ...well, distract me too much," she said with more conviction than I expected. "I'd really like it if I can have a one-time hall pass to go upstairs with Todd by ourselves, just him and me...Give us a little time first and then you can come up to join us later. Have another drink or two. I'll text you when we are done and want you to come up."
