Early in June, Claire and I had a drink with a friend of ours, Michael. Michael is an attractive married man with whom we became friends through an erotic fantasy relationship. Although, we never consummated our fantasies, we did become personal friends who would meet on all too infrequent occasions.
Well, Michael and I had discussed quite often about the intense sexual pleasure to be experienced were we ever to share Claire as a lover. I had teasingly run this fantasy by Claire several times but was met with only embarrassed giggles...until that fateful afternoon.
Once more Michael and I teased Claire about how sexy she was and what a thrilling time we three could have. That night, Claire took me completely by surprise when she proposed: "If we ever were to meet with Michael there would have to be certain restrictions." You could have knocked me over with a feather (of course, my stiff prick would have prevented me from completely hitting the floor). Her conditions were that: one, Michael would have to wear a condom when fucking her; and, two, that her pleasure must be the focus of all of our energies. I had NO problem with those conditions and neither would Michael, I assured her.
I called Michael the following day and told him of Claire's change in attitude. As I spoke with him on the car phone I could almost hear him lose control of the auto. I told him that, before finally deciding to go to bed, Claire wanted to have lunch with him so that she could "interview" him about his past adventures and "misdeeds" (we had a tape of Michael and another couple he had "played with" about a year earlier, so Claire was concerned that he had always used protection and wanted to feel secure in his health and stability).
The following Wednesday, Michael got a room at a local Holiday Inn, met Claire for a drink, then called me and told me where to meet them. I packed a camera and a bottle of wine and drove to the motel. The three of us, dressed in conservative business attire, walked to the room as if going to conduct a business seminar. As Michael and I set up his video, my camera, and chilled the wine, Claire slipped into a sexy, cobalt blue bustier, dark nylons, and high heeled fuck-me-pumps.