Tonight 18

As I write this, my wife Jenifer is alone with our closest friend Joe. Fast Joe, the crazy Jew from Brooklyn who wants only one thing in life: to find a good woman.

Now Jenifer is a good woman, even if she says no when she really means yes. She has wanted to get it on with Joe for months; years, even! But she has been afraid that messing with Joe would mess up our collective relationship. She values Joe's friendship more than a one night stand; but yet, Joe just turns her on.

And Joe is good person too. Beneath his gruff wild man exterior lies the heart of a sensitive and caring friend. Unlike me (I'm just your basic DOM), Joe is (or at least claims to be) a discriminating fellow. He and Jenifer have been alone together before without too much happening. Or maybe I should say without enough happening. And Joe wants Jenifer, too; but he too fears the impact on our friendship.

The first time they got together was the night of my 40th birthday party. Jenifer had set up quite an evening for us and had worn my favorite outfit: a Moroccan two piece with a top open to her waist. Jenifer has very wide spread breasts and can wear this outfit quite well until she bends over. When that happens, anyone nearby can catch an eyeful of her marvelous melons.

Jenifer had arranged a surprise dinner party at a Moroccan restaurant with a dozen of our closest friends. A Moroccan restaurant, for those of you who haven't yet experienced its delights, serves the food on a large brass tray without utensils. You must eat with your hands alone. And there are no chairs. Everyone sits on the floor and leans back against the sumptuous cushions. It is the perfect setting for a sensuous dinner.

Towards the end of the dinner, as I lay with head nestled in the chest of Jenifer's friend Lynn Ann while another of her girl friends massaged my feet and Jenifer was locked in a hug long with Joe, I felt that this evening had promise. As if to confirm my prophesy, Jenifer let go of Joe and lay back across the table from me. As she did so, her left breast escaped almost completely from her top. It was several minutes before she noticed, and even longer before she let modesty prevail.

After the dinner, we went to our car where Jenifer and I had tested the visibility of the privacy glass on the windows of our Plymouth Voyager. As we merrily rocked the walls while parked next to the pedestrian entrance to a public parking lot, we watched in rapt pleasure as at least two dozen people walked by our van, not five feet from our frenetically fucking bodies.

Not content with just once, we jumped in the nearby hot tubs with Lynn Ann and Joe's friend Marc. Lynn Ann really wanted to get it on with Joe, but Joe had run into a drunken friend who needed to be driven home, so Lynn Ann was stuck with Marc, a 22 year old virgin computer genius who didn't know his cock from his elbow but was certainly ready to get lessons from a horny housewife like Lynn Ann.

Marc never did score with Lynn Ann, even though Jenifer and I gave them about an hour alone in the hot tub. All he really had to do was just do it, but Lynn Ann wasn't up to being anything more with him than a cock tease. So the four of us jumped into our van and boogied on over to Joe's.

We weren't there for more than five minutes when Lynn Ann announced that she needed cigarettes. Sensing an opportunity, I offered to drive Lynn Ann for some smokes and take Marc home in the process. This left Jenifer alone with Joe, slightly loaded and wearing the sexiest outfit she owns with nothing on underneath.

I took Lynn Ann to the 7-11 and browsed as long as I could handle it. Then we took Marc home and I slowly made our way back to Joe's. I guess it took about an hour, and when we got back, we just cruised on in. Silly me. Jenifer and Joe had just started to motivate. Jenifer was lying there with one of her tits shining in the glow of the single light left on and her dress up around her waist. Another fifteen minutes and they would have really been going at it; but I guess my timing was just off. She slowly got up only to watch Lynn Ann lie down in her place.

So here we are a year and a half later. Jenifer, Joe and I have gone out many times and I have even managed to manipulate their being alone together a couple times for a little while but nothing has ever come of it. Somehow every time, Jenifer gets an attack of conscience, guilt, fear, or something else just at the critical moment and breaks it off. But tonight it will happen.

Tonight, we all went out to one of our favorite Japanese restaurants and drank sake. Sake is like an aphrodisiac to Jenifer: it seems to help her cut loose. All through dinner, I was getting the signals from her that she really wanted to do it with Joe; but Jenifer's signals are always overloaded with other signals: "I do, but I don't."

After dinner, we went next door to a quiet bar and had a couple of drinks; and while Jenifer was asking the bar tender a question, I told Joe to go for it. Jenifer wants it; Joe wants it. I want it. Do it. And I left.

Now I am at home, patiently waiting for her to complete her evening with Joe. I don't expect to see her until tomorrow morning sometime, and this part is always the hardest for me. I really get off when she gets it on with someone else. I don't know exactly why, but I think it's because it loosens her up and turns her on in a way that I can't seem to do by myself. Knowing that someone finds her attractive and sexy seems to make her feel more passionate. And when she feels passionate, we both win.

So I will close off this letter, lay back and reach out to Jenifer, my wife, lover and best friend as she lets go with Joe. Go for it, babes! Get it on! Let it go! And when you get home, tell me about it in complete and intimate detail, so I can share your passion with you as we share our love and passion for each other.