Procrastination always bites you and it was mightily munching on me this weekend. I had put off buying my lovely wife Amy her birthday present. I did, after all, have this weekend. That was what I thought until my client in Orlando had called with an emergency Thursday afternoon. I would need to go and deal with his problems and be trapped there through the weekend. Her birthday was Monday, Damn it.
Some good had come with it though. Amy had managed to find a couple days off and we had arranged for her to come with me. It had been a mad dash to get her excused from work for Friday and Monday, and for us to get ready to leave early on Friday. I'd just get her a box of chocolate and call the trip and a side trip to Sea World her present. Throw in a couple of touristy trinkets and maybe I'd be off the hook.
I'm not really sure what she did Friday while I visited Mr. Neverwrong. His problems were easily fixed and I was supposed to come back on Monday to talk about the proposed new sale. I hate having to be stuck over a weekend but there are worse things than being stuck with your wife in Orlando in the winter.
We had a nice motel complete with lounge and restaurant. The food was both good and convenient and there was the lounge. Amy wanted a dress up dinner, I favored jeans and a T but I always like to please Amy, so I stayed in my suite and let her dress up. I was glad I did. Amy looked good enough to eat and gorgeous enough to make a red blooded male consider going on a diet and foregoing dinner.
Amy is a knockout. I don't know how she keeps her figure but it's almost criminal to have such large breasts on a girl with such a trim waist. Her long straight chestnut hair falls to the middle of her shoulder blades. Her oval face highlights brown eyes that flash with mirth. Her full lips frame perfect gleaming teeth. She is always smiling.
Amy is my best friend. We can and do talk about everything. I would do anything for her and she for me, almost anyway.
One of my salesmen is a swinger and for the last two years he had been telling me about the joys of an open marriage. I have to admit that I was intrigued. For several weeks I thought about it and kept getting more and more excited.
He suggested that I pitch a 3 some with another man to Amy, to get her into it. That way if it didn't work for me emotionally, I couldn't take it out on Amy since she had just gone along. If Amy liked it, we could move on to the next step more easily.
The more I thought about it, the more excited I became about the prospect. I would love to see, my woman pleasured from a different perspective. I would love to help please her more than I could by myself. Once I had thought it over and decided that it sounded good to me, I had no trouble suggesting it to Amy.
Amy took a couple months adjusting to the idea and then it became one of our bed time games. Talking about having another man involved during foreplay really got her motor running. She liked the idea, it obviously excited her, but we could never find anyone acceptable. Either the consequences of being involved were too great or she didn't like my nominee. I made all the suggestions. She did all the rejecting but she kept assuring me that with the right candidate, she would love to.
For some reason, it never occurred to me that a trip away from home was the perfect place. I had no such thoughts as I took Amy out to dinner. We went to the lounge more because we didn't want to be trapped in the room watching reruns on TV than anything else. Amy is a much better dancer than I and she can go on forever, while a couple in a row and I'm ready for a drink and a break.
It was a little early when we got to the lounge. The band had just started to play and there were few people in the place. Amy and I, ordered a drink and settled in to enjoy the band. I looked around at the "crowd". There were three single men, two together and one alone at the bar, two couples and two women holding sway in one booth. Amy was, by far, the best looking woman in the place.
We watched the band and the crowd from the booth and sipped our drinks. The band wasn't bad but the crowd didn't pick up much. No one was dancing but then there were hardly any people in the bar to dance. Finally, Amy could stand it no longer and she stood up and took my hand. I have to admit to a touch of reluctance. I didn't like the idea of just the two of us dancing, but I could never refuse Amy.
I followed her to the dance floor and gyrated to a fast song, all the time knowing that Amy was such a knockout that everyone would be watching, and probably laughing at my feeble attempts at dancing. We applauded the band after the first song and danced another after which I was glad the third song was a slow one. I pulled Amy close and enjoyed the feel of her against me as we danced.
The problem was that after the third dance, I was ready for my third drink and a short respite. Amy was still going strong. As we headed for the booth I noticed the single guy at the bar watching us. It wasn't hard to understand why, Amy was gorgeous especially in her square cut dress that showed her cleavage and set off her trim waist. Amy noticed him watching her too and a slight smile lit her lips.
When I flopped into the booth, Amy bent down and asked me if I would mind if she asked one of the other guys for a dance. I had no sexual thoughts, nor any objections. The single man at the bar was more than willing.
I watched my wife lead the man to the dance floor. I'm no judge of men's looks, but I was sure he was a good looking man. He was also a much better dancer than I and it was obvious that Amy was enjoying her dance. The next song was a slow one however, and Amy broke it up and headed back to the table. She slid in across from me and we continued talking about how nice the place was and how good the band and what a shame it was that there wasn't more of a crowd.
The next song was a fast one again and Amy looked at me and stayed seated. She wanted to dance, I was happy to recover. The man caught her eye and Amy stood. She looked in my eye for a sign of disapproval and found none so she joined him on the dance floor.
I watched them dance the remainder of that dance and then the next fast one. When the third song was another slow song, the man turned to go. Amy caught his hand and said something to him before coming back to our table.
Instead of sitting across from me, she told me to scoot over and she snuggled in beside me. The man picked up his drink from the bar and came to sit across from us.
Aaron was a salesman, just like me and just like me trapped over the weekend. He was freshly divorced and not totally upset by being trapped in Orlando but he did miss being with his friends. We had much in common and he had a great sense of humor. We talked and laughed for an hour before Amy drug me to the dance floor. We danced three dances and then I was done, and Amy retrieved Aaron.
This time, she didn't hesitate to dance the slow dance with him. Aaron tried to keep it proper but Amy pulled him close and they danced cheek to cheek. I watched and smiled. I was proud of my wife. Proud of how she looked. Proud of her personality. Proud of how she would be effecting Aaron. I smiled again. The first inkling of what could come was tickling the back of my conscious but not really forcing the thought through to my expectations.
