I'll start off by providing a little background. I'm 40 years old and have been divorced for almost 3 years now. I met Mary, my current girlfriend, the month I filed for divorce and have been with her ever since. Mary is 33 years old and recently divorced herself.
Mary has close friend named Hanah who is Married, but has been having an affair with Frank for over a year. While neither Mary nor I condone this, Mary still remains good friends with Hanah. Mary has met Hanah's boyfriend Frank on several occasions. She tells me that while his is a nice guy, she thinks he's a "player" and that Hanah should dump him. Frank is black and 34 years old. Hanah is Pakistani and her husband is black as well. Apparently Hanah has let her "wild side" free over the last couple of years as Mary has relayed some very interesting stories about her.
Mary and Hanah had setup a double date for us all to go out. While I don't have a respectable feeling of Frank nor Hanah, I agreed to go because I thought it would be different and could be fun and/or interesting.
Mary and I met Hanah and Frank at the restaurant. While I had met Hanah many times, from all the stories Mary had told me about Frank, I felt that I knew him already. He was as I had imagined. He was a good looking guy and very friendly and personable but there was just a little something about him that I wouldn't trust. Frank was a very touchy-feely kind of guy. Hanah was as well so you could say they were a good match as far as that goes.
After dinner we went to a popular bar to have some drinks and talk. Throughout the night Frank was constantly flirting with Mary, however Hanah and I were right there and nothing really went too far - just the subtleties here and there. Somewhere during our talks, the topic of threesomes and swinging came up. Mary and I had joked about it before, but she didn't seem the least bit interested. However, I'm a little more open and think it could be fun under the right circumstances. While the topic disappeared, the erotic seed of experimentation was planted in my perverted mind.
As the evening drew later, the bar became more and more crowded and the music louder and louder, to the point where we could barely hear each other talk. Frank had booked a hotel room for him and Hanah. He suggested that we all go back there and have some drinks and talk where it wouldn't be so loud. The hotel was close, and while we had quite a bit to drink already, we were not ready to call it a night. So we all headed to the hotel.
