An Unexpected Invitation

It was mid-January of 1980 and I was sitting in a bar in Tampa, Florida. I had come down to spend a few days with my college roommate and his family to celebrate his thirty-fifth birthday, but since his two brothers as well as friends had been invited, his spare bedrooms had been maxed out so I had opted to stay at the Tampa Marriott a couple of miles away.

The bar I was sitting in was half a block from the hotel and it seemed that it couldn't decide whether it was an Irish Pub or a Sports Bar since the decor was the former, but the plethora of TV screens screamed the latter. I had arrived a little before eight p.m. and had ordered a cheeseburger and a beer. The NFL playoffs were in full swing so I had some spirited conversations with my bar mates about what was going on. The previous weekend the Philadelphia Eagles had blown out the Dallas Cowboys 20-7, and the Oakland Raiders had beaten the San Diego Chargers in a shootout 34-27. The Super Bowl between the Eagles and Raiders was a week away in the Superdome in New Orleans, and the game was a hot topic at the bar. In my opinion, there's nothing like a spirited bar debate particularly when plentiful alcohol is fueling the conversation and I was in the middle of it.

A little after nine o'clock, I noticed a couple sitting at one of the high tables not far from where I was sitting. They weren't engaging with the rest of us, but it seemed that they were paying attention. Perhaps thirty minutes later most of the debate group had gone their separate ways and I was left with just my half-drunk beer and the satisfaction that I'd more than held my own concerning the probable outcome of the week's upcoming game. It was at that point that the bartender brought me another beer and I looked at her with some confusion since I hadn't ordered one. She said that it was on the couple at the table that I'd noticed earlier.

When I turned around to thank my surprising benefactors, they raised their glasses and I felt compelled to walk over and find out what was behind their unexpected generosity.

"Do I know you?" were the first words out of my mouth, but I already had determined that I did not. The man spoke first and introduced himself as Dan and nodded to his companion, who he said was his wife, Denise. "We were watching your arguments with the others, and we want to tell you how much you impressed us. For every point, you came back with fact after fact and it was obvious that you were much better informed than those other guys. Did you play the game?"

I answered, "Yeah, I was a quarterback for a Division II school and I've coached a little too." Denise cocked her head like she was impressed, but it was Dan who spoke. "Were you any good?" I thought it was a pretty rude question and I was tempted to come back with a flip response, but since they'd been kind enough to buy me a beer, I decided to play it straight. "Well," I said, "I was good enough that they paid for my college education." Denise smiled, and Dan just lifted his glass in response.

I was wondering where this conversation was headed when Denise asked if I wanted to join them. I looked around the bar and noted that a lot of the patrons had left, so I shrugged my shoulders and pulled up a chair.

I guessed that both Dan and Denise were in their early forties and if so they were about five to seven years older than me. Dan appeared to be a little overweight but not grossly so. His hands looked soft and if I were to guess, I pegged him as an accountant or something similar. He was close to my six-foot height, but the most striking thing about him was a certain sadness in his eyes behind his brown horned-rimmed glasses.

Denise, on the other hand, looked great. Her skin exhibited the perpetual tan that some Florida residents seemed to have and from what I could see, she seemed to be in good shape. I guessed that she was probably around five feet four and a curvy one hundred and thirty pounds. Her raven hair was piled on top of her head and secured in place with a hair clip and her oval face was dominated by her bright brown eyes that gave her a decided doe-eyed look. A small nose and lush red lips completed the picture. Oh, I forgot to mention her cute dimples that appeared every time she smiled. She was wearing a white sleeveless blouse that showcased her slim arms and hinted rather than revealed her breasts, but the promise was certainly there. I didn't have much of a view of her body below the table, but it appeared that she was wearing a short green skirt and her bare legs looked smooth and well-toned. All in all, I thought that she was a pretty, if not a beautiful woman.

As I slid onto the high stool, Dan looked strangely at Denise and I could see a silent message pass between them. Denise nodded, and she was the one who spoke. "You might be wondering why we wanted to talk to you?" I thought to myself that had to be one of the most understated questions in the history of mankind, but I chose to just nod and wait to hear what Denise had to say.

Denise seemed to be at a loss of exactly where to begin and I was tempted to fill the silence gap when she took a deep breath, reached over and took Dan's hand, and looked directly into my eyes. "Dan and I have been married for twelve years and we've built a good life together, but lately we've been dealing with an issue that's come up in our marriage and that's why we wanted to talk with you."

Confused, would be a good description of my condition when I heard this. I wasn't prepared to get into a discussion of marital problems because as a lifelong bachelor, I knew that I was ill-equipped to offer any advice on the topic, and by nature, I'm not one to get involved with other people's private affairs, but I looked at Denise and waited to see where this was going.

Dan and Denise kept looking back and forth and I could see the knuckles on Denise's hand whiten as she squeezed Dan's. When she resumed speaking, I noticed that Dan just looked down at the table and seemed content to let Denise continue without any comment from him.

Denise started, "Lately, I've become aware that Dan has some urges that... uh, let's just say are... uh, a problem for us." I could see that Denise was struggling and Dan had withdrawn so she was on her own. She kept taking deep breaths and I noticed that tears were beginning to form around her eyes. I watched her use the back of her hand to wipe her cheek and her eyes locked back on mine. "Uh... Dan has told me that he has developed a fantasy that I find shocking, but out of my love for him, I've agreed to help him make it come true... He wants to watch a stranger make love to me." With her confession finally expressed, Denise sobbed her relief and continued. "Dan wants me to choose the man and we came here this evening with that purpose. I find you attractive and I think the confidence you displayed at the bar was sexy, so I'm wondering if you would be willing to come home with us and... and... uh, fuck me in front of my husband."

Over the years, I've had my share of attempted bar seductions, but it was always at my instigation and I've never received an offer like what Denise just proposed. Shocked is probably too strong a word to describe my state of mind, but it's close. My mind was filled with both questions and concerns and I struggled to form some kind of cogent response.

"Uh..." I stammered, "That's quite an invitation, but why me?" I wanted to know. Denise's eyes softened and she said, "I watched you and I like your confidence, you impress me as a man who knows what he wants and takes it... uh, I also sense that you can be thoughtful and gentle... am I wrong?" Well, how does one respond to that? I have always had confidence in my decisions and abilities and they have inexorably led me into leadership positions throughout my life, first in sports, later in the paddy fields of Vietnam, and most recently in business so I tended to agree with Denise's assessment, but I did have three major concerns.

I was wary of putting myself into a situation where a sexually transmitted disease was a possibility, so I told Denise about my concern and added that I was regularly tested and she responded that she had as well when they decided to follow up on making Dan's fantasy a reality. She also explained that she was on birth control and condoms wouldn't be necessary.

My second concern was their invitation to accompany them to their home, wherever that was. I was not unaware of the various "honey pot" scams and while Dan and Denise appeared to be genuine it was a risk that I was unprepared to take. As an alternative, I mentioned that my hotel was only half a block away and if they were agreeable we could go there. Denise looked at Dan and he nodded.

My final concern had to do with Dan's presence. I admit to being somewhat of a homophobe, and the thoughts of a threesome with Dan were very unappealing. Denise was quick to assure me that Dan's fantasy was solely focused on watching her take someone else's dick and he would only look on and probably masturbate. When she said those words, Dan just nodded and looked even sadder than he had previously.

With all three of my concerns addressed, the only thing left was the verbal agreement, and when I said that I would, Denise's face broke out in a smile and her cute dimples popped out. She turned to Dan and said, "Let's make your fantasy come true."

It was a short walk to the hotel, so Dan didn't need to move their car from wherever he'd parked it. We entered the hotel together but once inside we stopped and I told Dan that I had a few questions that I wanted to ask Denise in private so I asked him to take a seat in the lobby bar and I'd send for him momentarily. Dan looked surprised but didn't object, so I took Denise's arm and escorted her toward the elevator lobby.

Once we were in my room, I had her sit in one of the two chairs arranged in a simple conversation nook and I picked out two miniature bottles of chablis from the honor bar. I filled two glasses and handed one to Denise before sitting down in the other chair. Denise took a sip of the wine and waited expectantly to discover what I wanted to ask her.

"Denise, I need you to be honest with me about this. You say you're doing this just for Dan, but I'm getting some vibes from you that it's more than that. Tell me honestly, why are you here?"

Denise dropped her eyes but I noticed immediately that she hadn't refuted my observation. When she raised her head, she didn't look at me, but to some far-away place off to the side. "You're right. There's more, but..." Denise took a deep breath and another sip of wine before she continued. "Dan... uh, has always been... uh, more timid than I like in the bedroom, but he's a wonderful husband and a good provider, so I don't want to seem too hard on him, but..." Denise's words trailed off and she seemed embarrassed by her comment. She looked up to see if I was judging her, but I tried to keep my expression neutral and waited for her to continue.

"Uh, it was about three years ago that I discovered his fantasy to watch me being fucked by strange men. I found a cache of pornographic novels that he had. All of them had the same theme. Husbands who wished to be cuckolded by their wives. I actually had to consult a dictionary to find out what that word meant." Denise chuckled in amusement at that last revelation. "When I confronted him, he broke down and cried. He said that when we were making love, all he could think about was that some other man was thrusting his dick into my cunt, and that he could only climax with that image in his mind. He says that not only does he feel humiliated, but he wants me to fuck other men to confirm how inadequate he is. We've gone to counseling but it hasn't seemed to help."

Denise paused and took a full drink of the wine. "Of course, I was shocked, what kind of husband regards his wife that way? Before I met Dan, I had experienced moments of intimacy with three other men and despite some other shortcomings on their parts, all of them had driven me to much higher states of ecstasy and satisfaction than I've ever felt with Dan. After I discovered his fantasy I found that I too was imagining that a strange man was fucking me and I started wondering about myself." Then the dam of resentment just shattered.

"God damn it," Denise exploded, "I've become a frustrated woman in her sexual prime. I want to be made love to by a real man. I want to just melt into his arms and let him do with me as he pleases. I want a real cock... in my pussy, in my mouth, or up my ass... I want to experience real uninhibited sex and while I told you that I'm doing it for him, that's only half true. There's something inside me that wants to feel like a woman, hot, passionate, sexy, and willing..."

With that confession, Denise rose to her feet and was quickly in my lap. I had to maneuver my wine glass out of her way otherwise we'd both have been stained. Her hand grabbed my face and I suddenly felt her lips kissing me on my forehead, my eyelids, the bridge of my nose, my cheeks, and finally my mouth. I have rarely been assaulted by such passion and I tried to return it in kind. We just basically went at it for several minutes before I finally broke the kiss and asked her, "So you want this to really happen?" When she affirmed my question with an embarrassed nod, I said, "Then I guess it's time to go get Dan."

While Denise went downstairs to fetch Dan, I surveyed the room and tried to figure out the best way for both Denise and Dan to fulfill their respective fantasies. There was a single straight-backed chair that could be easily moved and I determined that would be Dan's seat. I wasn't thrilled by the prospect of seeing him naked and masturbating, but based on how I was visualizing the action, he should mostly be outside of my field of view most of the time. Soon there was a knock on the door and I opened it to find Denise leading Dan.

When they were both inside, I offered Dan a drink, but he declined, so I figured it was time to begin. I stepped between the couple and addressed Dan directly. "Denise has told me that you desire to watch her have sex with another man. Is that true?" Dan bowed his head but raised his eyes when he answered with a nod and a whispered "Yes."

I continued, "Denise tells me that she's consented to do this to please you. Frankly, I don't give a damn if you get off or not. My focus is going to be on your wife and her alone and I will do whatever she desires me to do. She's permitted me to use her body for our sexual satisfaction and that includes her mouth and pussy. I assume you have no objection to letting me use it in whatever way gives us pleasure." Again Dan agreed with a nod, and for an instant, I felt a pang of sorrow for him, but his fetish was so bizarre that I found it hard to do much more than pity the poor son-of-a-bitch.

"Okay," I said, "Take off your clothes in the bathroom and when you're ready come on back out here." Dan nodded and while he was occupied, I fetched two more wine miniatures from the honor bar and refreshed the almost empty glasses. Denise and I were taking our first sip when Dan walked back into the room. The pale skin of his body was not only in sharp contrast to his wife's tan, but to mine as well and I wondered to myself if he ever got outside. He was holding his hands in a way that partially covered his groin, but his shriveled cock peaked out from his patch of brown pubic hair. I directed him to the chair that I'd selected and turned to Denise.

We set down our wine, and I stepped forward and took Denise fully into my embrace. She tilted her head up and for a moment we just held each other silently looking into each other's eyes. I had noticed her wonderful brown eyes before, but with the prospect of what was about to transpire, I felt that I was being drawn deep into them and I felt a surge of gratitude for the woman that I held in my arms. It seemed that Denise was feeling much the same and so it was with that shared bond that our lips finally met in a soft delicious kiss.

I felt Denise's hand on the back of my neck pulling our lips together, but I was even more conscious of her pushing her hips against my penis, and moving in tiny circles rubbing our crotches together in a way that her intention couldn't possibly be misunderstood. I was rapidly becoming consumed with desire for this woman and I only idly wondered what it looked like to Dan to see his wife kiss and grind her body against me.

It was Denise that broke our kiss and when she did she turned her head and looked at her husband. Their eyes locked for a moment and though I couldn't see her face directly, I noticed that it was reflected in the mirror over the dresser, so that was how I watched her mouth "I love you" just before she reached for my hand and brought it up to cup her breast. Oh my God, how wonderful that felt. I had suspected that Denise was braless but the instant confirmation of that sent a shock straight to my cock and I felt an immediate surge of blood rush and the muscle firm.

Denise continued to look at Dan as she pressed my hand against her spongy softness and moved it back and forth to demonstrate its liquid consistency. I couldn't see Dan either directly or in the mirror's reflection but I saw Denise smile and nod her head so I imagined that her husband had probably begun to masturbate. When she moved her head back to me, she continued manipulating my hand over her tit and kissed my lips as she audibly moaned a soft "Mmmmm."

While I was in no hurry and I was immensely enjoying the little show that Denise was putting on for Dan, I did want to see what was filling my hand and exciting my libido, so I pulled back and reached for the top button of Denise's blouse. A few seconds later the blouse hung from her shoulders and the inner halves of her twin globes were revealed but not yet her nipples. Denise took a step back and just let me look at her alluring semi-nudity and I thought that the way she regarded my gaze was one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen.

I had originally planned to just remove her blouse and return to fondling her sweet tits, but as I looked at her I decided to do something else. "Dan," I called, "I want you to take off your wife's skirt." Denise cocked her head as if wondering where I was going with this, but she just stood silently until Dan appeared behind her. She glanced back at him over her shoulder and I noticed that his cock had firmed and it appeared that he had indeed been stroking himself.

Dan unfastened a snap at the waist and released the zipper of Denise's skirt and shimmied it off her hips and down her legs. When she stepped out of it she was left with just a pair of pale pink panties and her sandals. I could immediately see that her legs had the toned look of someone who did some serious exercise and I hoped that Denise could see my look of appreciation for her efforts. As a habitual runner myself, I understood the commitment necessary to achieve that result.

Having done what he was asked, Dan returned to his chair and let me regard his wife. Denise seemed unsure about what I wanted her to do, so I extended my hand and told her to just stand where she was and watch. All of Denise's treasures were still hidden from my view, but I wanted her to begin to feel the same excitement as me. I kicked off my shoes and removed my socks before I began to unbutton my shirt.

By the time I had removed my shirt and peeled off my tee, I could tell by Denise's smile that she liked what she saw. At a tad over six feet tall, I had maintained my weight at a constant one hundred and ninety pounds. My daily five-mile run had allowed me to keep the body of my twenty-something self and my three-times-a-week weight regimen had further developed my shoulders, abs, and pecs. I wasn't muscle-bound by any stretch of the imagination, but I thought I presented a not-so-bad picture. I was pleased that Denise seemed to agree as I saw the tip of her tongue caress her upper lip as she watched.