"Do you remember, Lori, the older blonde that you met at the Christmas party?" Ree asked as we were falling asleep one evening.
"Lori?"
"Yes, you danced with her a couple of times, and I sat at the table talking with her husband."
"Oh yeah, the older guy, right?"
By this time in our relationship, Ree had just turned thirty and still looked great. I was now thirty-eight, still young enough to think of 'older' as being anyone over forty-five, lol.
Lori, it turned out, was fifty, but, honestly? She looked as if she was in her early forties, not a raging beauty, but not unattractive, either. I remembered the dances. I remembered that she danced well, and, well, felt good in my arms as we twirled around the floor. I also remembered that her husband was older than she, by about fifteen years as it turned out.
"Yep, I remember her, and him, why?"
"I need you to do me a big favor, if you would?" was her answer, "I sort of already committed you to do this, and, well..."
"What'd you promise that I'd do, Ree?" sort of smirking as I said it.
"I told Lori that you'd fuck her."
"You what?" I said, louder than what was probably necessary, but, hey, it was a bit of a shocking statement, don't you think?
"Okay, hear me out," Ree said quickly.
"She and I have gotten very friendly and close at work, and she really doesn't have any close friends or family nearby to talk with, not that she'd want to talk to them about this, but, you know what I mean. She talked to me for days after the party, about what a good dancer you were, and how it felt good to be out and not just sitting on a chair, gathering dust. She said she almost felt young again when you guys were out there, dancing."
"And?"
"Well, she confided to me that she and her husband haven't had sex for years, you know, his age and all, and that he doesn't seem remotely interested in how it affects her.
She told me that, while she does masturbate, it's not 'quite enough', you know?"
"And?"
"And, she is about to seriously consider finding someone that she could, occasionally, achieve some, much needed, sexual relief. But she's scared, and fearful, and doesn't want to feel like some cheap, cheating wife, but, she also can't live like this any longer. She loves her husband but each day brings her closer and closer to doing something that will absolutely destroy her marriage, if he ever found out."
"And this involves me, how?"
"Well, now don't get angry, well I told her of our 'other life', of how we have kept our relationship vibrant and sexy, by bringing in others to share our sexual side with us. I told her that we usually have these trysts as a couple, with other couples, and singles, and that I wouldn't trade that side of our life for anything. That it has kept us fresh and young."
"And?"
"And I asked her if she'd like to have a romp with you, to have you make love to her. Honey, you should have seen her eyes, and her expression. It was as if I had asked her if she'd like to fuck the Pope or something. Then, baby, then she just looked at me with such a hopeful face that I felt my heart just melting away for her. She then asked me if I was joking. She couldn't believe what I had just said, and I was starting to think I had made a big fuck-up when she touched my hand, gripping it with hers, and said, "Yes, if you're serious, yes."
Ree had been on her hand and bent arm, lying on her side when she told me all of this, but now, she lay back, putting her head on her pillow, and stayed silent, waiting for whatever my reaction was going to be.
Hell, I wasn't sure what my reaction was going to be either. So, I lay there, silently processing all of this unexpected news. I remember going through the pros and cons of this situation, mentally, and I remember that at the end of all of that, I had more pros than cons. What the fuck?
"I'll do it."
"You'll do it?" Ree almost screamed as she rose off of her pillow, back to a leaning, sideways position.
"I'll do it, but only if, 1. We do it here, at our place and, 2. You are here, not necessarily in the room, but that's okay if you want to be, but here, if she freaks out or something."
"She'll be here tomorrow evening," Ree said.
"You already set this up?" I said, somewhat, but not completely, perturbed.
Leaning over me, kissing me softly, sweetly, Ree returned her head to her pillow.
"Do I know my baby, or what?" She said, with a bit of a smirk in her voice.
Part 2
"Hi Lori, welcome to our home," stepping aside, as I said it, to allow her to walk into the foyer. Taking her wrap, I hung it in the closet while making comforting, welcoming chit-chat with Lori. That done, I brought her to me in a soft embrace, a quick peck on her lips; breaking away, I took her by the hand into our living area.
"Hey Lori, I'm so glad you came," Ree said as she took Lori by her hands, giving her a kiss on the lips as she did so. Ree was to tell me later that, unlike most women, that Lori seemed very comfortable with the kiss, and that she had warm, wet lips. But I would that out myself, shortly.
I took their drink preferences and returned with a bottle of a really nice red wine, and three glasses. Opening, then pouring us all a glass, we clinked glasses and toasted to friendship. I rose and selected some nice sounds for background music and, returning to our sitting area, a miniature conversation pit, really, I sat next to Lori, leaving Ree facing us from the hassock.
The wine was working. The music was working. The conversation was free, easy and relaxed. I took opportunities, when they arose, to touch Lori just a shade too long, to brush against her just a shade harder than necessary. She never flinched away and, as she became more comfortable with the ambiance and all, she began similar flirting gestures.
Ree left to open a second bottle, leaving Lori and I alone, talking quietly.
"Ree told you, I'm sure," Lori said, after she had taken a big sip of her vino.
"Yes."
"You must think I'm pathetic," her voice, quivering, soft.
"I think you're a beautiful woman who loves her husband, but also has needs that are tearing her soul apart. I think that you are a woman who needs to feel the loving touch of a lover, without feeling the guilt of an affair. I think you are a woman who yearns to explore the unknown side of her psyche, to find out what is beckoning to her."
"Yes, yes, that is exactly who I am, what I feel."
Turning her face towards me, I leaned down and kissed her, softly at first, but ever increasing in its passion and lust. Ree was right about Lori's lips being wet and warm. And welcoming, very welcoming were her lips. Hungry. Starved. Wanton.
We heard Ree return and begin to pour us all more wine. We heard but we ignored. We continued kissing, our tongues dancing with each other, exploring the inside of each others mouths. I brought my hand up from her thigh, where I had been stroking her, straight to her breast, her nipples pushing hard against her blouse and camisole. No bra, I liked that. Her breasts, very firm for a fifty year old woman; hell, firm for many thirty year old women. We reluctantly pulled away from each other's mouths, turning towards Ree, sitting on the hassock, glass in hand, a sly smile on her face.
"He's a good kisser, isn't he," Ree said to Lori, as if I weren't in the room.
