"She said she'd do a threesome, you know, with me and another girl."
Roger knew that comment would pique my interest. I don't know if he thought I my eyes were glazing over as he related his recent dating escapades and yet another conquest to me. Maybe he felt he needed to wake me up or something, and it sure worked. Roger was in a bad place after his bitch wife had left him. Thankfully the divorce wasn't too painful, at least on his wallet, but I knew his heart was hurting.
The online dating he sites used provided a near endless source of available women, far more than I expected were out there, and Roger was busy playing the field; and busy telling me all about it. I wasn't actually bored, but until he mentioned the threesome thing I was feeling like I'd heard it all before.
"It's like every guy's dream." he said, explaining the 'older' dating scene. "Sex is just expected by the second date. I think THEY want it even more than I do, and that's saying a lot."
And it WAS saying a lot. I'd known Roger for probably fifteen years. We'd been roommates back in our single days. Comparing notes on girlfriends was just something guys did, at least until you got serious with the girl. We both had extraordinarily active sexual appetites.
Back when he met his ex-wife, I never thought she was right for him and it turns out I was right. Bitch.
So anyway, here is now sorta-newly single Roger out every weekend and bending my ear with all the willing women he's seeing, making me jealous I guess. It would seem that women in their late 30's are far more willing to part their legs than women in their 20's. Not so jealous that I'm ready to trade in my Paula, but there is something about new relationships, the rush of the unknown, and now he's telling me about this girl Jean he's bopping.
"You know, it was the weirdest thing, we actually went to high school together. She was a couple of years behind me and we didn't really hang in the same circles, but I knew her." he explained.
"So I'm back in Jersey seeing my sister and she starts talking about this girl she knows that just got divorced and was asking about me and one thing led to another..." he continued. "I figured, what do I have to lose? I called her and it was so cool, it was like we knew all the same people and places, I felt like I was back in my teens. We went out a couple of times, and like I said before, by the second date it's like expected."
Roger mimics pelvic thrusts, how crude.
I'm listening, dutifully nodding when it's appropriate, when he hits me with the 'threesome' line.
"That's so hot."
"Yeah, it's like every guys secret fantasy, I think she knows that."
Secretly I was wondering if Jean was looking for a safe way to experience a bisexual curiosity, but I kept that to myself.
"Is this something she's done before?" I ask.
"Not really, but years ago she almost did and I think she still thinks about it a lot."
"How close, almost?"
"It was with her ex, back when they were married. It was after a New Years party at their house, like 3am. Everyone except this one girlfriend of Jean's had left and they were all drunk.
Her ex dared them to kiss and so they did it, then he dared them to do some more stuff and it was progressing you know, until they looked up and he had his pants down and was whacking his cock! Well, that pretty much killed the moment. Jean said he was always an asshole like that and that was one of the reasons they broke up."
"So, are you going to do it?" I ask, all interested now. I can't hide it.
"Well, we still have to work out the particulars." he answers.
Weeks go by and each time I ran into Roger he would update me on the progress of his relationship with Jean. They seemed to be very well matched. I asked if he was seeing anyone else and he said that they had become pretty exclusive. She would come out to the Island or he would go to Jersey almost every weekend.
Probably a month later we were talking and I asked him about the threesome thing again and he brushed it off. I found this to be pretty typical of us guys. We'll tell you everything if the girl means nothing to us, but once it gets heavy, no more juicy details. I can't blame him, it's not like I'm spilling my guts about my sex life with Paula.
So I meet Jean about a month later. Nice, blond, not thin, but not fat. She seems like a regular gal and I wondered if the whole threesome thing was designed as a 'hook' to try to snag Roger. Maybe it was all bullshit and she was just saying it. I could see why Roger liked her, she seemed so mellow and interested in him.
It could be the 'new relationship' thing, or maybe she is really just cool. I miss that aspect of my relationship with Paula. Not that we don't talk or what have you, but today it seems that very little of it is about US, it's always about STUFF, or other people, or places to go and things that need to be done.
Another month goes by and Roger invites Paula and I over for a barbeque. Jean will be there and I'm guessing it's time for the girls to meet since Rog & I are friends. It's July and Roger has a pool, so we are to bring our bathing suits.
This is fine with me, but of course with Paula this presents a challenge.
"I'm too fat to wear this." she states dejectedly as she holds up her bikini.
Actually, I'm not sure if it qualifies as a bikini, since while it is two pieces, it's not stringy.
"You're not too fat." I counter. And truly, she's not. I've seen people on the beach that were too fat and they still wore racier stuff than that, but I digress.
"You're just saying that."
"No, really. It's not like Roger and Jean are Mr. and Mrs. America. Nobody's skinny."
"Well, I'll bring it and the one piece and I'll have to see."
So off we go. The kids are big enough now to watch themselves. I bring a couple of bottles of wine. The house is in a fairly rural area. There are neighbors, but at a distance. The day is bright, sunny and damn hot by Long Island standards. Roger and Jean are in the back yard when we arrive.
"Hey, glad you could make it." Roger greets us. He's already in his bathing suit.
"Thanks for inviting us." I counter. I'm already in mine too since I didn't have to decide which one to wear.
Holding Jean's hand, Roger walks up to us, "This is Jean."
Everyone except Rog & I share a polite kiss on the cheek.
"Nice to see you again." I say to Jean. I had met her previously. She seemed to always have a smile.
The women busied themselves in the kitchen as I helped Roger move some of the outdoor furniture into a shadier part of the deck. In the heat, it didn't take long for us both to be sweaty.
"Enough work, pool time." he declared, and we both dove in.
Roger has what they call a "mountain lake' style pool with a waterfall dumping into it. Pretty cool.
"Beers are in the green cooler." Roger offered.
"Get you one?" I asked.
"Sure."
We hung out in the pool, sipping the beers. I've worked with Roger for years so the topic became work of course.
"No shop talk!" demanded Jean as she and Paula came out with chips. I was pleased to see that they both were now in bikinis or at least two-piece bathing suits.
"Well, now that we have you two lovely things to distract us, that won't be a problem" I added.
The women waded into the pool, careful not to spill their glasses of wine. The conversation was varied and stimulating and maybe even a bit risque as the beer and wine flowed.
Roger and Jean filled us in on their history and chance re-acquaintance. They seemed very happy together and it was nice to have Paula by my side. As evening approached we fired up the grill for some excellent steaks.
