Jim and Mary hit their forties in good shape. They had the requisite two kids, a boy sixteen and a girl fourteen. Both Jim and Mary were self employed and each earned very good money. Both were innovative, even adventuresome. Their sex life reflected their adventuresome spirit -- to a point. Jim wanted to try some discreet swinging, but Mary, while not disapproving, just couldn't handle it.
Their only attempt was with another couple, Tex and Mona. The party was to start with a game of "low card take off one item of clothing," a game Tex made up to get clothes off quickly. That would be followed by dancing naked. Sooner or later the reproductive urge would take over. Even a reluctant woman could stand only so much stimulation, and Mary didn't think she was reluctant. Tex's idea was a good one and Mary managed to go along with the game as she removed her blouse and skirt as required by a run of bad cards, but one more deuce was just too much. She would have to remove either her bra or her panties. She started crying and Jim took her home.
It was a touchy subject and they didn't discuss it for a long time and Jim was disappointed but understanding. Meanwhile Mona had an accident and left her husband a widower. Tex, was single again. Several months after the accident Jim and Mona dropped into the kitschy Dew Drop Inn, a bistro with good pork chops, a jute box with lots of cowboy songs, and a ballroom globe on the light from the ceiling – the sort of place where folks felt no particular need to behave themselves. Tex was there. He could be heard from the parking lot. As always his booming voice filled the place, and his stories ran on non-stop. It wasn't by accident that the bartenders were told to give him a free drink every so often. Everybody would hang around for an extra drink or so while he was talking. Good ol' Tex was good for business.
In an environment where politics and other controversial things are discussed, Tex ignored both. He stuck to his personal passion, sex. One way or another it got into everything he said. And he never pulled his punches. When talking of sex, e didn't hesitate to use the real word "fuck." His rough, sometimes crude, behavior bothered nobody, not even the women. Someone always said, "Ol Tex could charm the queen out of her britches."
Tex always added, "and I'd fuck her too."
In spite of her quick absence from their "party." Mary liked Tex and he always seemed to like her, even as he was obviously trying to look down the front of her dress. Everything was forgiven Tex. He just had yhat way with himself. As they heard the raucous laughter came from the bar, Mary smiled and said, "The dirty old man is in top notch form tonight. You could hear him all the way down to Mexico."
"Yes, nobody could ever really get angry with him. He makes the most outrageous word or act seem so innocent. I really think for him it is innocent."
"I wonder . . . . " then Mary flushed and stopped.
Jim asked, "You wonder what?"
Mary paused even longer, then, "I wonder if I'd slipped my panties off that night at their house what would have happened?"
"He would have found some way of getting his tongue in your pussy."
"Oh god that would have done it for me. You know I can't resist that. But what would you have done?"
"What I have dreamt of for years now. I would have watched you with another man, then I'd have made it with Mona. God the thought of it make me hot, especially the part where you would have made it with him."
"Yes it does seem thrilling doesn't it? I always wondered what might have happened. I suppose I'll never know."
Jim perked up a bit. What was his wife trying to tell him? "Hey it was only a year ago. There are other opportunities out there, and remember I'm not insisting that I have to do it with someone else. The thought of watching you is the most exciting."
About that time Tex laughed at a joke of someone's and it seemed the walls shook.
Mary smiled and said, "I wonder what he said?"
"Like to ask him over? He'll likely try to get you on the dance floor and pat your ass."
"I can probably handle that," Mary replied. Then sotto voce, "and a lot more."
Jim offered, "Look I'll go ask him."
"Okay darling, I have to go to the loo.:
Jim went to the bar and when he had a chance whispered to his friend, "Hey, Tex, Mary asked me to ask you over. I think we might make something happen." That did it! Tex had, himself, been recounting his lost opportunity a year earlier, and this looked as if he might just get another chance!.
They hardly returned to the booth before Mary returned from the lady's room. Jim could swear she was a changed woman. As she approached she gave him a Palenesque wink. She seemed to glow. When taking her seat in the booth she sidled past Tex and managed to brush her ass against him. Then when she sat down, she slipped something into Jim's jacket pocket. He reached inside and felt a pair of panties. As he fingered them he realized the crotch was damp. Mary was clearly on her game.
For Tex the conversation was a bit muted. There was no need to shout. The person he most wanted to impress was sitting beside him. After a little chit-chat Jim said, "I think I'll put some money in the jute box." He walked over and played four slow, very danceable numbers. He said to himself, "That ought to do it."
Sure enough Tex rose to the bait. He asked Mary if she'd like to dance. She again looked at Jim and winked. They weren't alone on the floor. Slow music always brings out the amateurs. Jim tried to keep tabs on his wife and friend. It seemed every time they came into his sight his wife was dancing closer. Once he could swear Tax's hand had moved down to her ass. Another time she pulled his head down and kissed him. He knew such antics would give Tex a boner and he realized that, that made two of them.
Amazingly enough when the music was over Tex went back to the bar and Mary returned to the table. When she sat down she looked a bit flushed. She said, "He said he would like to see my titties..
"What did you say?" ] "I said I'd have to ask my husband."
"Jesus that'll fire him up. It's tantamount to saying yes."
Jim asked, "Where is he,"
"I told him I wanted to speak privately to you darling. I have some do you really want to watch Tex and I make love?" I know that looking at my titties would just be a start."
"Of course, on one condition."
"What's that."
"If you really want to."
Mary took her husband's hand, squeezed it, looked him in the eye, leaned forward and whispered, "I want him to be the second best fuck I ever had, Jim."
"What if he turns out to be the best?"
Mary gave his hand another squeeze, "Then you and I will have to practice hard to make you number one again. And, yes I want to do it. If you like I'll give him the signal."
Jim took a deep breath – oh god was he having doubts at this, the eleventh hour? But he said, "Signal away. The game's afoot."
