Although she was a strong woman and virtually always on top of any situation, Gloria was a bit discomfited. She and John, her lover and prospective husband, were going to meet a younger man for one purpose only. If things went as planned the young guy would make love to her while John watched. The idea of a threesome didn't bother her. She'd done much the same thing in her first marriage at swinging parties. But they were going to stoically meet someone for a drink and discuss fucking in a somewhat clinical manner? This didn't seem like foreplay.
Still it was the agreement, and John had instigated it. Indeed she had traveled east to meet him, live with him, make love with him. She did this knowing his passion was to expand the definition of making love to include a third party. This sort of sex was what he wanted to be the norm. As for the prospective selectee, she had seen his picture. My god, he was an Adonis!. She could see herself in the arms of such a man. He must have worked hard to get himself into such physical condition, muscles on top of muscles. And his penis excited her beyond belief. True, it was limp, but it looked as if it could be hard in a trice, the sort that that her late husband had talked about seeing in locker rooms. "A guaranteed woman pleaser," he called it.
In one of their many e-mail exchanges John sent the picture and e-mailed Gloria asking if she'd like to make it with such a guy. She had to admit that it made her knees weak just looking at it. He started a search for him and learned he lived nearby, and his name was Al. A few more exchanges of e-mails and phone calls and they agreed to an appointment an few weeks hence. Gloria traveled east to move in with John. They found each other interesting compatible. Even the sex was good, if not spectacular.
Now John and Gloria were on the way to meet him Al. This was the most awkward thing she'd ever done, but there was no turning back now. Gloria broke the silence, "John, I do hope this works out, more for your sake than mine. I am awfully fond of you, you know. And I want you to know that I really enjoy making love with you. In spite of your doubts you are a good lover."
John reached over and put his hand on his partner's leg, "I'm glad to hear that Gloria. But I think both of us agree that a diversion like this can enhance our own love affair."
"I understand John, Really. and I will do what I can to make it exciting for both of us. . . actually, three of us. Let's hope Al gives me the trill of my life, just for you" John smiled at her and continued rubbing her thigh, like she was a high school girl. By the time they got to the bistro she was getting warm.
Al was there sitting at a table by the small dance floor when they arrived. He rose "I'm Al. You must be the Gloria your husband bragged about." They weren't married but she didn't see any point in correcting him. She extended her hand. For the first time they touched each other. Now Gloria felt like a silly teenager. God he was an Adonis in person as well.
They had a few drinks, on John of course. This was his party. The conversation was polite but somewhat wide ranging. And to Gloria's relief Al was well read, and knowledgeable in a wide variety of subjects. She was especially pleased that he had read a book she'd written. And he was surprised to know she'd written it.
She explained, "In my spare time I do lots of ghost writing. In some cases I insist on credit on the cover, but for politicians I have to steer clear of that and let him take the credit. I wrote every word but the ideas were his of course."
Through the half hour's chit chat, not a word was said about the real reason for the meeting – a meeting held so two would-be lovers would determine if they liked each other well enough to go ahead with the plan. The impasse was broken when Al asked Gloria to dance. It was a relief for both of them to finally approach the subject and it could be handled best on the dance floor just between the two of them. This was personal. Sex is as personal as humans can get.
Gloria fit well into Al's arms. He was handsome and well built, but not much taller than she was. She moved in close, but not close enough to be out of place in a small bistro. She was used to causing a man to get hard on the dance floor but Al's entire body felt like it was made of steel. She couldn't think of any reason to say no to John's plan, but still she wanted to explore the subject. "What do you think of John's idea of our making love while he watches? After all I'm quite a bit older than you."
Despite it's being indecorous he pulled her closer, "Feel that?"
She indeed felt it, his penis was pressing against her. She said, "God, yes."
I wanted to meet you when I saw those pictures of you. Then when you and John come in I made a silent prayer that I could make love to you. Do you think god will answer a prayer for two grown up people to fuck?"
Gloria laughed, "I think god will do whatever you want him to do. He's imaginary you know. But we agree on what we want to do. Shall we inform my husband that his plan is viable and on schedule?"
Al managed to pull her tighter and rub against her one more time. Gloria could only imagine what would be happening in a short while.
