The days following the fantastic evening with Karen and Gary were totally uneventful. As far as Gary and I were concerned, our lovemaking was the same as always; great, and the subject of our threesome was never brought up.
And, when it came to Karen and I, it was pretty much the same way. Although we met twice to play tennis (and indulge in some "girl talk") we never talked about anything but our careers and our complete lack of tennis ability.
Originally, we had planned to get together with our husbands the following weekend, but visits by "Aunt Flo" had put that off for both of us. Now, two weeks later, we thought that the time was right to introduce Gary and Doug. Neither of us was very "tensed up" over the upcoming evening. Whatever was going to happen would happen.
Of course, Gary was more than ready to see Karen again. Although he hadn't said anything else about our previous meeting, it had been very obvious that he had thoroughly enjoyed his "quality time" with her. Still, both of us studiously avoided even mentioning what might happen at our upcoming meeting and both of us, at least on the outside, treated it as nothing more than going over to another couple's house for a dinner party.
For my part, I suppose that I didn't dress for a normal evening out. Hey, I knew what might be happening and I had a hunch that Karen wasn't exactly going to be dressed like she was going to the grocery store. Let's face it: even when women are good friends we still have a bit of a competitive streak when it comes to looking good and tonight wasn't going to be an exception. So, I didn't hesitate when it came to putting on a low cut top along with a short tight skirt that would make any guy give me a double look.
Gary's definitely not slow on the uptake and when I walked out to get in our car, he gave me one of his "I know what's on your mind" looks and said nothing more. Our houses are just a few minutes from each other so we didn't have time to talk about much. It was pretty obvious that we had our minds on other things. We soon pulled up into Karen and Doug's driveway. Their house was like ours; a little larger perhaps but certainly not a mansion. We walked to the front door where Karen was waiting on us.
I was right about Karen. She was dressed in a sexy top and skirt that accentuated her athletic body, especially her tight little butt. She hugged me and gave an even more enthusiastic hug to Gary, "Hey, how have you been?" The look she gave Gary was unmistakable: she was ready to bed him, no ands, ifs or buts.
We stepped into the house, and Karen called out, "Doug, Gary and Lisa are here." No sooner had the words left her mouth when Doug stepped through a doorway into the room. My eyes widened. WHAT IN THE WORLD?
Doug was an absolute giant! I wouldn't have been so surprised if Karen had told me before but the little sneak had said nothing about it (the picture that she had shown me was only from the chest up; there was nothing to indicate his size). I couldn't help it; I stared for a moment, first at Doug and then back at Karen who chuckled and gave me her best "gotcha" look. She had done it again; catching me completely flat-footed and thoroughly enjoying every minute of it.
Naturally, Gary was totally unaffected by the whole thing (he's so laid back; I don't think he's ever surprised by anything). He walked over to Doug as if he were an old friend, extending his hand and saying, "How ya doing, Doug?"
Doug, for his part, was equally unaffected, "Great man, it's really nice to meet you." I couldn't help thinking to myself that the whole scene was a bit strange. I mean, Doug was being awfully nice about meeting the guy who had screwed the brains out of his wife barely two weeks before. Even though Gary is a solid six feet tall, Doug towered over him.
Karen, naturally being the perfect hostess, led me over to Doug. "And, this is Karen; I told you all about her."
"I'll bet you did", I thought to myself. Still, looking up, I smiled and extended my hand to meet his, "Doug, I've heard so much about you." I looked back over to Karen and gave her my best "I'll get you for this" look. Karen looked like she was biting her lip to keep from laughing.
Karen stepped over next to Doug as I took a couple of steps backward. The two of them looked like a complete mismatch. Although both of them were extremely attractive, the disparity in their size gave them a "Mutt and Jeff" quality that was almost humorous. I mean, here's a guy that stands nearly six feet eight inches tall and weighs close to 290 pounds and here's his wife, barely five feet tall and weighing no more than a hundred or so pounds. What an appearance!
But this soon became forgotten as we sat down and began to talk. As with Karen and I, Gary and Doug soon developed an easy rapport. Almost immediately, their conversation turned to sports, especially football and the Atlanta Falcons' last game. Hey, this is the South and down here, after God and Family, come football and NASCAR. To tell you the truth, I would have been surprised if they had started talking about anything else. Karen and I shook our heads in mock dismay as we gently steered the conversation back to something we could all talk about.
Still, Gary had to ask one more "football" type question. "Where did you play?" I suppose it would have never occurred to me to ask something like that but Gary, being the coach (and former player) that he is (and noticing the huge diagonal scar on Doug's knee) was curious.
Doug told us that he had played four years of varsity football at the same ACC school that he had met Karen. Now, I was beginning to understand that both of them were not just athletes but really good ones. And, Doug had not only played football but had excelled at it to the extent that he had been drafted by an NFL team (as an offensive lineman). However, in his first year, in training camp, he had damaged his knee so severely that he had to retire from football at the age of 23.
