I was driving back from a local job site Monday when my cell rang and my friend Don the Pharmacist's name popped up on my Bluetooth. When I answered he asked if I would like to meet him for lunch. I told him that I was about an hour away from the office and I needed to finalize a couple of quotes but I would take a rain check, asking: "Why, what's up?"
He answered saying that one of his regulars had stopped in to pick up a script and when he asked him: "What are you up to today?" The old boy told him that his wife of many years had finally agreed to a threesome with another man and he was attempting to find a suitable one for this weekend.
When he left the conversation hanging, I asked: "Well that's great ... What does that have to do with me?"
He didn't hesitate to answer: "Peter, you'd be perfect, I've met her, she's very attractive, refined, very sophisticated but still real sexy for a mature woman her age."
I again responded: "That's great, but again, ... What does that have to do with me?"
"Peter! Like I said, You're perfect! He wants a mature professional man only a few years younger and all he has managed to drum up on the internet are too young by her standards." He answered: "He seems to think that she posed that restriction to prevent it from happening."
"Don, didn't you just tell me that she agreed?" I questioned.
"That's the same thing that I asked of him and he told me that she may have just done that to smoke him off of his constant insisting." He answered: "Anyway Peter, I've seen you in action when we shared the girls those times and I know that you will fit the bill ... That is, if you get my drift?" He added.
"I don't know man, could be trouble." I said.
"How? ... They've been coming in here for years, I do all of their prescribed medications. I have access to their medical insurance records and I know that they are both healthy and clean. What have you got to lose?"
"Well Don, why wouldn't you consider doing it?" I skeptically asked.
He responded: "It did cross my mind, and I think he may have been hinting it, but it's too close to home, them being regulars and all, it would be like you doing an in town client." He answered: "Why not just think about it. I will text you his number, you can call him and talk it over. Just tell him I referred you. He is arranging a room for their anniversary at the Ritz Carleton in down town Sarasota this weekend. Room service dining, In room spa, the works. Come on man, take one for the team and let me know what she is like in the sack ... Will you?" And he ended our call.
Once back at the office, I finalized, scanned and emailed our quotes as promised, then I just sat there staring at my cell phone: "An older woman." I thought: "Don has tastes much like my own, if he thinks that she's hot, there must be something to this." I thought: "What do I have to lose?" I reasoned and I was tempted.
So, I called Don and the minute he answered, I asked: "You consider her hot?"
He answered: "Yes Peter, I do. She's not too slender and not plump, She's tall, very attractive face, blue eyes, nice shape and she carries herself well with a lot of style and class. Nothing put on about her. I would consider her a conquest, if you know what I mean?"
"Well Don, how old do you think she is?" I asked.
"Give me a second and let me look." He answered and after a quick check he came back with: "She will turn sixty nine September twelfth." He came back with.
"Wow, seventy ... I don't know." I responded: "What do you think ... You said you would?" I asked him like I was a teenager.
"In a heartbeat Peter, you need to see her." He said: "Go ahead and make the call man!" He pushed.
"Don, she has well over ten years on me!" I tried to reason.
"Would you have worried about that when you were eighteen?" Well, he did had me there I thought.
"I'll keep you posted." I told him as I ended the call.
I went to my texts, scrolled down and touched the phone number Don had text me earlier: "Hello." A male voice answered and I realized that I didn't think to get his name.
"Who am I talking with?" I asked professionally
"This is Doctor James." He answered: "Can I help you?" He asked.
"Doctor James, this is Peterswiftt a mutual friend of ours, Don, told me that you might be interested in me joining you and your wife this week end ... Was he right?" I waded in with.
"Oh, yes. Just give me a minute." And I heard what I thought was a patio door slide open and then closed.
"There now, we can talk." He advised: "I suppose that Don filled you in like he told me he would, right?" He asked.
"Yes." I answered: "He said that you were interested in someone reliable and trustworthy enough to share your wife with as a mutually agreed gift to her on your anniversary or something like that ... Am I right?" I was fishing.
"Our fiftieth, if that doesn't scare you off, would it be possible to meet for lunch tomorrow?" He asked
I countered with: "How about coffee in the morning?"
" How old are you Peter?" he inquired.
" I'll be fifty eight." I answered.
"Everything work?" He asked.
"Yes sir, and then some." I answered: "Shall we say Bread-Co at Saint Armands Circle, say around seven, seven thirty?" I asked: "I drive a white Escalade." I explained.
"Super Peter, I'm familiar with the place, see you then." He said as he ended our call I immediately started to have buyer's remorse.
"Well, what the hell." I thought: "I'll have coffee with the old gentleman and if it doesn't feel right, I'll just bail on him." And I locked up and headed for my favorite Brew House to have my signature New York Strip steak and baked potato.
Tuesday morning at six fifty five I was backing into a great parking spot outside of the coffee shop when a distinguished looking, well dressed senior gentleman stopped on his way to the door and waited for me to approach: "You Peter?" He asked.
"Yes Sir, and you must be Doctor James." I answered: "I am pleased to meet you. let's grab a private corner table before they all fill up." I answered and as I shook his hand, I noticed his iPad. We found a good spot where he set his tablet and I placed my cell phone and sunglasses down and we went up to the counter and he graciously allowed me to buy our coffee.
Back at the table, while sipping away, Doctor James got right down to business: "Peter, I'm a realist. My wife Kim and I are in our latter years. We've had a good marriage, but recently I have wanted more of a variety sexually. Loving and knowing her the way that I have learned to do over the past fifty years, though she won't admit it, I know that she not only has those needs, but it is something that she will come to thoroughly enjoy as well.
He picked up his iPad and scrolled through some pictures saying: "This is Kim, just scroll right to left." And he handed it to me: "And please, I'm retired now, so just call me James." He requested.
Don was right, I was looking at an attractive woman. Pretty face, a very nice shapely figure, well dressed and kind of tall. When I looked up at him and started to comment, he said: "The pictures are current, I took them last week at the Ringling Art Museum.