After the accidental wife swap we experienced on our last vacation I wrote that the foursome didn't have an effect on our relationship. I should have worded the statement differently. It surely did have an effect, as our discussions about adding partners to our sex life were no longer just fantasies, rather it seemed like we were scheming and planning future adventures.
Gail had asked me what I would like to do on my fast approaching forty fourth birthday. With her hand gently rubbing my crotch through my jeans she told me I could be creative with my birthday wish. After taking a few days to think this over I had come up with an idea.
Sherry was a former coworker turned close friend of Gale's, who had recently divorced a shit-head husband. Sherry is a professional girl, mother of two young kids, with no desire for dating games. We would get together with Sherry every several weeks, sometimes just a weeknight with her and the kids for some dinner, sometimes on a Saturday night for dinner and drinks either at home or out on the town somewhere. Sherry said that she appreciated the social life with us, though she did worry about being a third wheel.
Days later Gail pressed me about my birthday, I just said "how about Sherry". Gail's responded that the thought had crossed her mind as well, but she would have to figure out the best way to broach the idea with Sherry.
Gail and Sherry were meeting after work for mojitos one afternoon/evening, and Gail decided to invite Sherry out for my birthday, and I guess the conversation just naturally flowed. Sherry asked Gail if I wanted anything special, and Gail just came right out and said that I wanted her. Sherry said that she hadn't been fucked for over two years and Gail probably shouldn't joke around. Gail assured Sherry that she was dead serious. Sherry apparently laughed, summoned the bartender, and told him he'd better make the next round a pitcher.
Sherry and I get along great, to the point where you would be hard pressed to figure out which of the girls are my wife. I might be holding either or both girls hand, and if I give Gail a peck on the lips, I often turn and do the same to Sherry.
Still, Sherry wasn't ready for Gail's question, and at the end of the mojitos pitcher, all she could do was to accept the offer to go out with us while proposing to take the rest of the night one step at a time. So the girls made plans to take me out Saturday night for appetizers and drinks before returning to our place for "one step at a time".