JOURNAL ENTRY 3 - TOM BAINES
2/24/2008
Yesterday was an incredible, sexually-intense day for my wife and me. It had been several months since we last shared our bed with anyone--my friend Gill. That started off really exciting, but ended up a little weird. We decided after that that it was best we take some time to collect our thoughts on whether or not we wanted to continue with this lifestyle.
After a few months of laying low, I felt it was time to approach this idea again. The initial decision we had made to allow my wife to be intimate with other men--so long as I was around or gave prior permission--truly did help our own sex life. But it had been a few weeks since we had last made love, and I figured it was probably time to re-awaken my wife's passion.
I approached her about it the day before yesterday, in the morning as we were getting ready for work. I said, "So...what do you think about having another 'someone' join us in bed again?"
She hesitated, then answered, "I...I don't know. It was too weird with Gill last time."
"I know. I'm not thinking of Gill or anyone else that we know," I reassured her. "I do have a devious, nasty little plan, though," I added with a sly smile.
"Oh?" she smiled as she turned around to face me.
"Yeah," I smiled back. "I was driving by Home Depot the other morning and saw a bunch of pretty strong-looking guys waiting for work outside."
"You mean Day-Laborers? Those Mexican guys?" she asked.
"Yes," I replied a little sheepishly. "I had a vision of seeing a few of them having their way with you, and it got me excited."
Suzanne turned away. "I don't know...isn't that kind of risky? I mean, we don't know their background, we don't know the type of individuals they are. What if one of them decides to do something violent?"
"Hon, that's coming real close to stereotyping," I said.
"I don't mean it has anything to do with their race!" she retorted quickly. "I mean, these are real strangers! We know nothing about them!"
I reminded her that Lamar in Las Vegas was a complete stranger, and that turned out wonderfully.
"Yes, but it was one guy!" she answered. "Things could get out of hand pretty quickly with a group of strangers!"
I thought about it for a minute as I brushed my teeth. After spitting, I said, "Well, what if I keep the aluminum baseball bat by our bedside, just for safety? Would that make you feel better?"
Suzanne didn't answer. She was obviously not very excited by this idea, so I just decided to drop it and think of a different scenario not involving the day laborers.
Out of the blue, after several minutes, she said, "Why don't you let me think about it today? I'll send you an e-mail at work letting you know what I decide."
"Wow," I responded. "That sounds just fine. I don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with or excited about."
Later that day, she e-mailed me. "I drove by Home Depot this morning. Some of those guys sure are built! They looked nice enough, too. I've decided I'd be willing to give it a try. Who knows? If this works out, maybe this can be a regular way to satisfy me! But how are you going to get them to our house? Love you."
I smiled as I finished reading. Now I was starting to get excited by this idea all over again! I gave her question some thought, and hit "Reply."
"Hi Hon," I typed. "Are you sure you're OK with this? If so, I'll leave early in the morning to go get a few of them. I'll use your van. That seats six, doesn't it? Love you too." Then I hit "Send."
A few minutes later, she replied with: "Yes, the van seats six, but I don't know if I need or want that many! Just pick up a couple. Sounds exciting! Do we have condoms? Love you."
On my way home, I stopped by the drug store and picked up some condoms.
Yesterday morning rolled around. I woke up at around 6:30. I told her I was leaving as I kissed her. That would give her about 20 minutes tops. She said she'd be ready.
I got a pretty serious boner as I got dressed, thinking about the exciting day ahead of us.
I decided to stop by the bank first, to withdraw some money to actually pay these guys. I figured that even though they're going to enjoy themselves, they are losing a day's wages.
As I drove to Home Depot, I thought about what I was going to say in order to get them into my van.
When I pulled in to the parking lot, there was another pickup in front of me, with guys loading up. There were plenty more workers, though. I actually took pity on the guys who were getting into the other pickup. I thought, "If they only knew what they were missing today!"
I hit the automatic door opener button and rolled down my window as several men approached the van. The first guy I could talk to was an older man, I figured to be in his 50s.
"Whassup?" he said with a mild accent.
I said, "I need a couple guys to do some work in my bedroom."
Next thing I knew, I had five guys in the van! I thought about saying something to get three of them to leave, but I realized that was going to be very difficult to do! I just closed the van door and drove home.
On our way home, the man in his 50s, who introduced himself as Jerardo, asked me what kind of work needed to be done. I thought about giving him a false answer, but realized that would just confuse the issue when we got home.
"Well...today you're in for a treat," I said loudly enough for all to hear. "I have a very sexy young wife who wants some men to have sex with today. Is this going to be a problem? We will pay you at the end of the day!"
It was pretty quiet, and I heard one person apparently translating what I had said to someone in the back.
Jerardo took a deep breath. "This is a very strange request, amigo," he said.
"I know. If it is a problem, I don't mind taking you or anyone else back to Home Depot," I announced.
No one said anything, so I just kept driving home. We pulled into the driveway just a few minutes later. It was 7:15 a.m.
We all went through the front door. I wondered if we would find my wife sitting naked on a couch or something sexy like that. But as I walked in, I could hear the bath running. I told the guys to sit tight for a minute and I'd be right back.
I ran upstairs to see how things were going. Suzanne was in the tub, washing herself and shaving her vagina. What a sight!
"Hi Hon, we're here!" I said. It startled her a little.
"Where are they?" she asked.
"Downstairs," I answered.
"How many did you bring?" she asked.
I hesitated. "Five," I mumbled.
"FIVE??" she demanded. "That's three more than what I asked for, Tom!"
"I know, Hon," I started. "But they just piled in. I couldn't tell them to get out! Come on, it could be fun," I urged.
Suzanne just grimaced and continued shaving. "Did you tell them what they're here for?" she asked.
"Yes, they all know," I said. "I told them that if any of them wanted to go back, I'd take them. No one did."
After a few moments, she sighed, "Bring them up here in about ten minutes."
I looked at the clock. It was 7:20.
"Okay," I said as I walked out of the room and downstairs.
When I got downstairs, the guys were standing around, not knowing exactly what they should be doing.
"Hi guys," I said with a smile. "She's getting ready. Her name is Suzanne," I said. "My name is Tom," and I began shaking everyone's hand. I shook Jerardo's first, and he didn't re-introduce himself. Then I shook the hand of a stocky guy. He said his name was Mauricio. The next guy, sort of on the lean side, introduced himself as Javier. He said the young kid next to him was his brother, Chico. As I shook Chico's hand, I said, "How old are you?"