A little while ago I was away on business in Dublin, and at the same hotel was an old friend who is in the same industry as me. Over the years we've met up quite a few times and usually have dinner, chat about work, mutual friends, and sometimes more personal things.
After a few drinks, then wine with dinner, then a couple more drinks, we were both feeling fairly relaxed, so I asked my friend, "How's that lovely wife of yours Peter, still just as gorgeous?" and he responded, "She's fine thanks, it's me that's the problem."
I was intrigued by this and encouraged him.
"Go on, you'll have to tell me more now you've said that." I encouraged him to divulge more.
"Well," he said, "I have this crazy fantasy, and I can't get it out of my head, but Karen won't even discuss it."
"'So what is it?" I pressed, intrigued.
Peter hesitated, obviously wishing he hadn't started this conversation.
"I have this fantasy about Karen sleeping with another man, It's stupid, but the idea really turns me on."
I was dumbstruck, I'd always thought Peter straight to the point of boredom, certainly not kinky. I also was starting to see a possible upside for me in the situation, Karen really was a good looking woman.
"I see," I replied rather pathetically, "and have you actually told Karen about your fantasy?"
Peter looked somewhat desolate and told me the rest.
"I told her one night when we were making love, and she was so cross she stopped us fucking and pushed me away. She said I should be careful what I wished for, as she might find someone who's much better in bed,"
I replied, "isn't that the point?"
"Crikey," I commented, still somewhat in shock, "so are you going to do something about it?"
"I don't see how I can," he answered, "if she won't even consider it."
"There may be a way" I ventured "You have to get someone to seduce her"
I then proceeded to lay out a whole plan to seduce Karen. Which is why, a couple of weeks later, I found myself outside Karen and Peter's house, holding flowers and wine. I pressed the bell and a few moments later Karen opened the door looking absolutely gorgeous in a little black dress. It was the shortest dress I've ever seen her wear, although not short like a 20 yr old.
She ushered me in, accepting the flowers and wine, as I kissed her cheek. "I'm afraid Aly isn't with me, she had a bad stomach this afternoon, and thought it unwise to come out this evening" I explained.
"Peter isn't here either, at the moment," she replied, "but hopefully he'll be with us soon."
I knew better, and wasn't surprised when the phone went and I heard Karen getting somewhat annoyed.
"What do you mean you're on your way to Scotland? You're supposed to be here, having dinner with David. In fact, Aly isn't here either, she's poorly. Yes, of course I'll still give him dinner, if he'll stay, and the way I feel about you at the moment, I may give him a lot more!"
"You may be surprised what I dare to do!"
With that final threat she slammed down the phone. There was a slight pause before she swept into the room, looking apologetic.
"Peter is off to Scotland, so it's just us, you will still stay and have dinner won't you?"
"Of course, I'd love to, we can have a good catch up."
I actually knew Karen before she married Peter, so we had a lot of mutual friends and remembered experiences to chat about.
"Good, I'll pour us some drinks, whisky as usual?"
"Lovely," I replied, "and in fact I should say that you are looking lovely tonight, that dress really suits you."
"Why thank you, charming man." She replied, handing me a rather large malt whisky, and sitting down next to me on the cream leather sofa and sipping her white wine.
We chatted away about this and that, catching up on work, family and friends. Karen was quite flirty, and touched my arm a couple of times, which I took to be a good sign. After about half an hour she decided that it was time for dinner, so she got up and headed for the kitchen. I stayed on the sofa and watched her luscious rear undulate as she walked away, concluding that she must be wearing a thong, by the way her cheeks were moving. I looked forward to talking her out of them.
"You can come through to the dining room now David," she called, "there's plenty of food, and also plenty of wine, so don't hold back."
I sat at the dining table, re-laid for two, with Karen sitting to my left, one quarter of the way around the circular table, which enabled her to reach under the table and put her hand on the top of my leg as she leaned towards me and said.
"Be a sweety, and pour us some white wine to go with our salmon."
Which I did, feeling the first stirrings of an erection as she slid her hand away and picked up her filled glass.
"To us." She toasted, and I reciprocated.
"This poached salmon is delicious, Karen, I didn't know you were such a good cook"
It was my turn to put a hand on her leg, and she placed her hand on mine as she accepted my compliment.
"What a sweet man you are David, I'm actually glad it's just us this evening, was that a bad thing to say?"
"No Karen , it was a lovely thing to say, and I totally agree with you. I'm very happy to have you all to myself for a change."
Karen removed her hand, which had been squeezing mine, and got up to get the next course.
"Beef casserole with rice." She announced.
"Mmmnn lovely," I replied, "it smells great."
"Help yourself," she instructed, "there's plenty"
It really tasted good, and we were quiet for a while enjoying the food and happy in each others company. I started a conversation again, asking her where she'd got the dress, did she have a recipe for the casserole, or did she make it up, and so on, keeping to neutral topics, but keeping a light level of flattery going.
