We had only been in the new house for a few weeks, and in fact it was the first full weekend we had been together since moving in. As you can imagine there was lots to do. Many boxes remained to be unpacked and the list of minor improvements we wanted to make seemed endless. Thus, the weekend looked to be a very busy, but uneventful one. But, by Saturday night, it was anything but uneventful!
Saturday progressed pretty much to plan. We spent the morning running errands and shopping for the many items we would need for all the tasks we had planned for the day. By noon we were back at home and well into our various tasks. At three PM we took a short break and opened our first beers of the day. We were doing quite well, getting many things accomplished and so a couple beers seemed like the best way to acknowledge our successes!
Beer in hand, I returned to the electrical wiring project I was working on in the basement and Jenny returned to the much more difficult task of unpacking and decorating. The next four hours saw us returning to the fridge many times for more refreshments and quick kisses. And, by 7PM we were both ready for a break, both from our work and from our choice in beverages. Jenny mixed us a couple of drinks and then came to the basement to see what I had been working on.
We sat in the basement living room and talked about the progress we had made during the day and about what we had left to do. Jenny noticed a few cobwebs I had obtained in my hair while working in the furnace room and I suggested that she join me for a shower before we started supper.
Our shower was warm and very relaxing, with lots of gentle kissing and mutual touching, and was the perfect way to set the tone for what we thought would be a relaxing evening. We emerged from the shower and dressed in comfortable lounging around type clothes and had just finished mixing a couple more rum and cokes when the sound of our doorbell announced an unexpected and exciting change in our Saturday night.
Ken had been a friend of mine for a few years. We had first met in a chat room on yahoo and through conversation discovered that we had raced dirt bikes against each other as kids. Over the years we had hung out together at the lake several times and would get together once in a while. He now lived in Lincoln and I hadn't seen him in over a year, but we did still catch up with each other online every now and then. I had told him about Jenny and I buying the house and given him the address, but he had not mentioned that he would be back in the area this weekend, so it was quite the surprise when he turned up on our doorstep.
Ken could easily be described as a bit of a ladies man. He's 6 feet tall with short cropped dark hair, blue eyes, classically handsome good looks and a little bit of exercise away from having a very good body. He is very outgoing and has a good relaxed sense of humor and like me, a dirty mind. His one drawback is that on occasion he can come off as being a bit arrogant. Regardless, I can't remember a time when he was ever turned down by a lady.
I introduced him to Jenny, as they had never met, and mixed him a drink. Since Jenny and I had been ready to start on supper we invited Ken to join us and we all hung out in the kitchen talking while the pork chops were being marinated and the potatoes were put in the oven to bake. The conversation took on the usual course of such things, with jokes being told of past adventures, usually with me being the willing butt of the joke. Shortly it was time to get the chops on the grill, so with fresh drinks in hand Ken and I headed out to the patio to do the honors.
Besides our similar backgrounds, growing up in the same area, racing motocross and boating at the lake, Ken and I also shared similar views on sex and liked things on the wild side. I'm sure he was thinking along those lines as we headed outside alone, because as soon as we were alone, he slapped me on the back in that uniquely male way, commenting on how hot he thought Jenny was and joking that he didn't understand how I could have gotten her to go out with me in the first place.
For the next ten minutes while the pork chops sizzled on the grill, the conversation continued along the lines of how we had started dating and how much our relationship had grown, culminating in buying the house and moving in together. Most of this he had already heard before, but it's a great story and I like telling it. Plus, I knew he had other things in mind as well and wanted to make him suffer a bit before he could get his next big question in.
Finally as I was taking the chops off the grill and turning off the gas, he finally found the lull he was waiting for and was able to ask the one thing that had probably been on his mind since he walked through the door and first met Jenny.
"So, does she play?" He is of course referring to playing sexually and is she into the wilder and more adventurous sides of sex, specifically, swinging.
I tell him that we had talked about it and that I'd told her about the things that I find to be a real turn on, but that we had never lived out anything along those lines. As we walked back into the house I commented on the fact that she'd also never been around him before and who knows what a charming, flirtatious stud like himself could manage to convince her of. This remark was meant to be a bit of a slam to ken, but also a challenge. Basically telling him that it was ok with me if he wanted to flirt with Jenny and see just how far things might go.
We return to the kitchen to find Jenny setting the table and I immediately notice that while we had been outside, jenny had touched up her hair and put on some lip gloss. My mind began to reel with the possibilities!
We load up our plates and our potatoes and sit down to eat. I ask Ken if he still had his Jet-Ski and if he'd had much of a chance to use it this past summer. He said he did, but that he'd only made it down to the lake once this past summer. Jenny then says that we hadn't had much luck getting down there ourselves and that she loved riding Jet-Skis and was a bit bummed that she hadn't had a chance this year.
I knew it wouldn't take Kenny long to work the conversation around to a suggestive line and the Jenny's Jet-Ski comments gave him a good opening. "Well, next year we'll have to get together, and take my ski out for some fun." he says. Then with a sheepish smile adds, "But I only let girls in Bikinis on my ski."
I figured Jenny wouldn't quite know what to make of his remark, so I chimed in "That won't be a problem! Jenny has a few bikinis and she looks quite nice in them!"
"Mmmmm", Kenny humms, "I look forward to that."
A little embarrassed by our banter, Jenny mock punches me on the shoulder, saying "Don't listen to him, he has bad eyes!"
"Yes I do! But, I have glasses and contacts and I see just fine!"
"My eyes are perfect and I can tell from looking at you Jenny that he's telling the truth."
It has been a long time since I've seen Jenny blush, but she had a bit of a reddish hue to her complexion and finally said, "You guys are crazy.".
The rest of the meal was filled with conversation about things around Minden, Husker football, parties and the like. Every now and then Kenny would spice it up a bit just too keep a small amount of sexual tension going. After eating we cleared the table and since the living room was cluttered up with boxes from unpacking, I suggested that we use the downstairs living room. Fresh drinks are mixed and we all head to the basement.
Once we were settled in, it was clear that Kenny was ready for the small talk to be over. He bends down next to the buffet that I'm using as an entertainment center and begins to open one of the doors, asking, "Do you still keep the good movies in here?" He's referring to my collection of porn tapes and DVDs.
"Yep, that would be the spot." I tell him.
"Shall we check one out?" he asks, looking at me with a sly little smile
