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Finale
Jonette and I had dated for three years and lived together for two years. I am 31, once divorced and, having had several serious relationships and a short marriage, am convinced that Jonette is the one for me. Jonette is a beautiful, bright, warm 26 year old woman of Swedish and German heritage. She has beautiful skin and soft flowing shoulder length wavy hair, greenish eyes, and a sweet girl next door smile. She is charming with a good sense of humor, eager, curious, determined, hard working, and fun to be around. While not a "life-of-the party" personality, she is comfortable around most anyone and well liked. With a well toned 5'-4", 123 pounds body shaped into a delightful 34C, 25, 36 inch figure she is also very nice to look at.
Several weeks ago we were watching the Bucket List movie on cable and began talking about things we wanted to do in our lives. One thing led to another and we ended up on a fascinating journey to fulfill a bucket list of sexual experiences before our planned wedding. Actually it was my bucket list for Jonette as she had limited sexual experience before me. I wanted her to "sow her wild oats" so to speak before we were married. Partly to make sure any curiosities were satisfied and partly to give her some more experiences in the sack and to neutralize any jealousies that might result from her far more limited experience. It took many conversations to explain my motives and make Jonette more comfortable with the idea that it could be fun and not a threat to our relationship.
The first experience, reported in "Bucket List Boning" involved her seducing a shy young man. The experience was fun for her and gave her a boost in self confidence. Jonette enjoyed both the sex and the experience of being lusted after and being the teacher to a younger man. And it only enhanced the strength of our relationship.
The second experience involved Jonette letting her fitness instructor bed her one night before he moved from town. The fact that a younger hot jock was attracted to her combined with the experience of being nailed by a guy with 18 inch biceps (see Bucket List Boning 2), left her a little more open to the third item on the bucket list. Again, no subsequent hang-ups, guilt or regrets.
The remaining item left on the bucket list was to submit to a weekend of entertaining a wealthy businessman. Jonette was less sure of this challenge. She had indicated that if it was going to happen I would have to make the arrangements and yet she would retain veto power on the man. It couldn't be anyone local and she was scared to death of any internet search. In the mean time the clock was ticking toward our wedding date now only a few weeks away.
With very busy schedules it looked like it wasn't going to happen. Then Jonette's parents were hurt in a car accident and all attention was redirected. Her father couldn't walk her down the aisle in a full cast say nothing of dance with his daughter, so the wedding was put on indefinite hold and our spare time was devoted to visiting and helping out during the healing process.
A couple of months had passed and things were returning to normal when we started rescheduling the wedding. One night as we were doing our task list I mentioned that Jonette still had to finish the bucket list before the wedding. Her response, "I thought you forgot about that." was delivered with enough of a smile to signal that there was at least a possibility.
Jonette continued, "For that to happen you will need to find a very nice business man and a pretty drunk fiancé."
For the next few weeks I struggled to think of a way to make this happen. The following week I got a call from an old friend who ran a catering business. I have occasionally helped him out in tight spots as I had been a bar tender for him in college. Helping out and picking up some extra spending money was a pretty good gig if I could schedule it around my full time job and Jonette's and my plans. As it turned out he needed someone to be bartender, cook and helper for a group that had rented out a beach house for Memorial Day weekend. His regulars were all booked or unavailable and he assured me everything would be prepared and ready all he needed was for me to help out. The money would be good and I could keep any tip. Friday noon till Monday noon. The place was about 90 minutes away and very luxurious, about 200 yards from the Atlantic. As I thought about it I figured it might be a nice chance for Jonette to spend some alone time and see her folks and we could use the extra money for the wedding. With Jeannette's concurrence I agreed.
I arrived Friday and by evening I was grilling thick fish fillets from their afternoon charter outing for three very hungry guys. Lots of booze, baked potatoes and salad and I had three very happy guests. The men were old classmates from dental school who got together for a boys weekend every year. Ben seemed to be the planner. He was a dental surgeon in Raleigh and his Porche Cayenne Turbo hinted at his success. Tony and Bret were in practice together in Savannah and seemed to be very comfortable as well. The men were all mid thirties, stylish and seemed to fit that Duke stereotype just about perfectly. Smart, sophisticated, successful and fun loving. Ben had been on the college golf team and Tony and Bret had both played tennis. We all got along well and they put away any hint of arrogance when they realized I was doing this as a favor and could hold my own on most any topic they discussed. I provided the fourth and managed to pick up a couple hundred in poker profits as the night wore on.
Saturday morning as I was getting breakfast Tony got a call. After several minutes of conversation he told Bret they needed to head back to town. A family friend had been in a car accident and knocked some teeth loose and they wanted to get back and make sure he had the best care possible.
They quickly departed leaving Ben with loads of food and a need to reschedule some activities. He managed to arrange alternative golf plans and headed out after lunch. He noted that there were empty bedrooms if I knew anyone who wanted to spend a night at the beach.
It struck me that I should invite Jonette to drive down for the rest of the weekend. Dah! Then it really struck me – I might have found the business man I was looking for. I quickly called Jonette and invited her to drive down. I told her there was plenty of room and food and I could use a little help serving the client. And bring some hot clothes – I'm really horny. It was a beautiful sunny and warm but not hot day. The beach sounded nice and Jonette called back within the hour and said she would be on her way.
By six that evening Jonette was helping me with diner while we waited for Ben to get back from golf. Jonette looked fantastic in her tight white short shorts and tight tank top. When she arrived I had asked her to take off her engagement ring and pretend she was a colleague who had come down to help and get some sun. As she gave me a suspicious funny looked I explained that Ben was an attractive businessman who just might be able to help her complete her bucket list.
Jonette looked at me then slowly slid off her ring and said, "No promises but we'll see. Now fix me a drink or I'll pull the plug on this plan before I even meet Ben."
Within the hour Ben returned and was greeted by Jonette who handed him a beer and introduced herself. The story was that she was a coworker from my regular job who wanted a weekend at the beach in exchange for a little kitchen help. Ben was delighted and quickly turned on the charm.
Over the next few hours we chatted, ate, and drank. Ben flirted and Jonette played the coy but not uninterested target of Ben's attention. After a while I noticed that Ben's legs were touching Jonette's and he occasionally placed his hand on her leg as he told stories. At one point he pulled me aside and asked me to go and turn on the hot tub. He asked if I thought Jonette would accept an invitation to join him in the hot tub. I told him he should give her something a little stronger to drink since she was shy, but that then he should give it a try.
When I got back Ben had gone to his car. He returned with a joint and noted that the guys enjoyed a little joint once a year. He lit it and asked if we would like a hit. I said that company policy was to do whatever the client asked to make sure they were happy and I took a very small hit and passed it to Jonette. She looked at me, smiled, and then took a deep hit from the joint. Needless to say, both Ben and I focused on making sure Jonette did most of the smoking. Before long Jonette was feeling the effect. She was loosening up and giggling at Ben's jokes. In the mean time he had his hand on her leg nearly continuously as they visited.