Our good (perpetually single) friend and neighbor, Taylor, is getting her hardwood floors refinished. I helped her move her furniture out of the way and, basically, her whole first floor is now empty and ready to be sanded and refinished. This, unfortunately, will leave her house uninhabitable for about 4 days. Taylor and my wife were looking for a livable/affordable motel at which she could stay while her floors are being done. Then my wife blurted out (without asking me first) that Taylor should just stay with us for a few days in our spare bedroom.
I was a little concerned about this. Taylor is pretty. To be honest, I have been tempted a couple times, but nothing had ever happened. We always flirted and there is definitely some attraction between the two of us. This is either a guy's favorite fantasy or biggest nightmare. The reality is that it will probably just be a painfully inconvenient couple days.
Jenny, my wife, and Taylor decide to go to Taylor's house and get stuff for her stay before the work begins. It was my job to go to liquor store to get wine, the grocery store for food, and the pot store for some gummies. I guess the girls were trying to plan a fun extended weekend.
That evening we all reconvened. Jenny and Taylor cleaned up the spare room, made the bed, and generally get Taylor all set up. For my part, I was going to make dinner. I bought some good salmon. Pan fried with lemon is generally a crowd pleaser, followed up with a rice pilaf, and some good green vegies. I got a few good bottles of wine and some 5mg gummies.
At about 6:00, I gave Taylor, Jenny, and myself each a gummy, and started cooking. Around 7:00, the girls came out to the kitchen to keep me company while I was finishing dinner. The girls were dressed casually, just tank tops and loose gym shorts. They were done moving Taylor in to her room and were ready to chill. I was getting ready to pour each a glass of wine. Jenny likes white, and Taylor likes red, so, Pinot Grigio, and Cabernet respectively. I went for the cab as well. When I went to pour Jenny's wine, she stopped me and said "Taylor is our guest, and as good hosts, we have to serve our guests first." I didn't think anything of it at first, sometimes Jenny liked "ceremony" and "etiquette" to punctuate things. She loved things like "High Teas" and formal dinners. I played along and poured Taylor's glass first, followed by my wife's, and then mine.
The vegetables were ready, the rice pilaf was done, now all I had to do was quickly pan-sear the salmon. (Everything waits for the fish because the fish doesn't wait.) When it was done, I plated the dished and served them, Taylor first, remembering Jenny's insistence on being good hosts, followed by Jenny, then me. I was just about to give Jenny a quick kiss, when she stopped me. I gave her a confused look.
"If we are going to be good hosts, you have to ask Taylor first."
I asked, "Taylor, do you want a kiss before dinner?" I felt ridiculous.
"Yes, I think that would be terrific." Taylor said.
I awkwardly moved close to her to give her a quick kiss on the cheek when she turned and our lips met. She gently grabbed my face to keep me from pulling away too quickly, and she gave me a fantastic open mouth kiss. I looked over at Jenny and was surprised that she was watching intently with a weird Mona Lisa kind of smile. Taylor added "Thanks for letting me stay with you guys. It means a lot."
After I kissed Taylor, I went to kiss my wife and instead of the perfunctory before dinner kiss, she too gave me a very passionate kiss. I was thinking that the gummies are probably kicking in, I knew that since I was beginning to feel it, they must be.
Dinner went more normally after that, nothing weird at all. Jenny's tolerance for ceremonial etiquette usually only lasted for about an hour or so. I figured this would all pass before the end of dinner.
After we were done eating, I started putting the dishes into the dish washer and generally clean up while the girls were talking. I noticed that Jenny was moving oddly, after twenty years of marriage, I knew she needed a quick back-rub and I know exactly where her problem spot is. I walked in back of Jenny and started to give her a massage. Jenny stopped me and said, "As good hosts, you have to ask Taylor if she wants one first."
I turned to Taylor and asked if she would like a back-rub. She nodded, so I started with her as Jenny watched. She was much thinner than Jenny. Jenny was an amazing athlete even at our age. Taylor was more delicate. With Jenny, I could apply pressure and knew she would be fine, it felt like I could break Taylor if I pressed too hard. After about five minutes, I asked if she was good. Taylor answered, "Yes, that was amazing, thank you." I then focused on my wife. I started thinking that this was a little daring, what was Jenny up to? how far would she push this? I decided to let go and see how far she would go.
We moved to the living room and began to relax. My wife came over to kiss me, and I thought I would do a little push back of my own. I said "Remember, you have to offer Taylor first, I mean, if we are going to be good hosts." I gave a mischievous grin to my wife which she returned right back at me. She then turned to Taylor, and asked if she would like an after dinner kiss. Taylor looked at me with a smirk and shocked Jenny completely by answering yes and that she would love one. Jenny was not going to chicken out, she went over and gave Taylor a passionate kiss on the lips. From my point of view, it was quite a show. I had a feeling, however, that Jenny hadn't thought everything through and was genuinely surprised by Taylor's reaction.
Jenny then came over to me with a very self satisfied grin and gave me another very passionate kiss. I could taste Taylor on her lips. It was very erotic. This night was certainly turning out to be a surprise.
Jenny got up again, turned to Taylor and said "As our guest, what can I get you? You can have anything you want. 'nuestra casa es tu casa'"
Taylor deviously grinned at Jenny, and answered, "Thank you Jenny, may I have a refill?"
Jenny asked me if I wanted a refill, I answered yes, and went off to refill our glasses. I was not sure what was going on. Taylor looked like she was having a great time. When my wife came back, she handed Taylor her drink, handed me mine, and sat on the sofa. I looked at her with a "WTF" face, and she just smiled back at me. It was clear to me that Jenny was up to something, but I didn't think that Taylor was in on it. It seemed more like she was amused and, like myself, curious to see where this was heading.
