Emma and Jackie
Dan Williams sat at his desk looking out over the car park.
"Anything you need before I leave, Mr. Williams? Remember I asked to take an early start on the weekend?"
"Uh, .. ... what? Sorry, Janet, what did you say?"
"What's wrong, you've been a little spacey all day?" she said with a smile. "Something on your mind?"
"Oh, nothing, ... nothing really. Just something my wife said. No, you're good to go. Have a great weekend. And who's the lucky guy?"
"Same one ...Richard," she said and Dan watched her cute little tush swish out the door, the mini skirt dancing over suntanned thighs. "See you Monday, boss. Don't think too much, you'll bust a vein!"
He laughed quietly and continued swiveling the big leather chair as if pondering something weighty.
"Is this really what I want?" he thought. "Really want? Because this may be hard to turn back"
The realization had crept over him since two weeks ago at dinner. Emma had planned one of their periodic 'hot sex' evenings. Mildly pornographic films ran on the big screen TV, candles flickered on the tables. The dining room was candle lit and the love seat pulled up to one side of the table. It was a scene conducive to a long dinner spent fondling and caressing between bites of rack of lamb and sips of white wine. Through the dining room door, they could glimpse film images of two beautiful girls sinuously making love, bodies glistening and succulent. The scene turned from close-ups of tongues in moist French kisses, to an overhead shot. One slowly slipped a double dildo between the clean-shaven folds between her legs while the other watched attentively, and then joined her on the other end.
Dan and Emma turned to kiss, their lips smooth with grease from the lamb still on their lips.
"Here's to us!"
They toasted and peered through tall, stemmed goblets filled to the brim with golden white wine from Australia. His eyes had looked longingly at the film, even as Emma's hand slipped under the table to find his firm partly aroused cock. The clinging autumn colored dress of yellow, gold, and brown flowers made her darkly tanned complexion and white teeth sparkle. Its neckline displayed lovely globes in a French-cut bra her breasts didn't require.
"God, you're beautiful!" he muttered, looking down her dress. The separation of her breasts looked inviting and he could see between the perfect curves the firm band of the fuchsia bra. He had kissed each breast just above the neckline while she found his cock and squeezed. "God you're beautiful," he moaned again.
It was one of the rituals of their 10-year marriage. Dan never tired of searching for one more idea to make it more exciting. A little later, with her skirt pulled up to show the bright colored panties curved over her mound between golden thighs perfect in shape and firmness, he asked the question.
For the 400th time in the last eight years, he murmured in her ear. "Honey, don't you think it would be fun to have a threesome one of these nights?" He knew the answer of course, but it had become a ritual, he asked and she gave a firm "no." While it was just a ritual, Dan really harbored a fantasy that someday she would say "yes." Always that wish, that glimmer of a secret desire.
"Well, .. .. .. uh, .... that might ... not be all bad, you know?"
He nearly missed her answer; already into another nuzzled, loving entreaty, he stopped short.
Emma got up to get more wine from the kitchen.
Dan sat with a stunned expression. The wine had lulled him into a mild haze. He cleared his head as much as he could. The girls in the video were in a perfectly proportioned 69 position and the sounds of wet tongues on wet pussies seemed quite loud in the room.
Emma came back, put one pretty knee on her seat, and leaned close while she filled his glass. The warm scent of perfume and Emma filled his nostrils as she pressed her breasts close for his kisses.
"Honey, did you just .... just say .... 'yes?' Did you hear what I asked?"
"Yes, I heard. You want to have a threesome with me."
"And ...... " he said, incredulous and flushed with cautions excitement.
Emma pressed his lips to her breasts and his hands explored her thighs just inside her short skirt.
"Oh, that feels nice, Dan...." she sighed. "I answered ..... maybe ........ ohhh honey, suck them...."
Her nipples were before him and his forehead wrinkled as he suckled the erect cones surrounded by perfect dark brown areoles.
"What do you mean?" he said quietly, then returned to loving her breasts.
"I mean, ... you keep asking, and I've been thinking, ... do you remember my friend Jackie?"
Dan's reverie cleared and he shook his head in puzzlement.
Now it had come time to act upon the dream. Tonight; not some safe time in the future, but tonight! Suddenly the tables were turned and Dan had to search his being for an answer. It was easy to dream of taking two attractive women to bed and thrilling to imagine them making love as he watched. It was quite another to actually walk up to it with your lovely wife and ... do it! This had kept him preoccupied for two weeks and Emma had insisted on him picking up Jackie at the airport. She was landing this afternoon. He looked at his watch.
"Christ, right at this moment!" he muttered, then swung his jacket over his shoulder and hurried to his car.
Airport
Dan replayed conversations about Jackie's visit as he turned out of the car park and toward the airport.
"It's going to be all right. You'll like her, she's ..... she's terrific, everything you like, intelligent, pretty, ... big tits!" Emma laughed at his discomfort. "But she's not just going to sleep with us because she is bi. Why should she do that? She's like anyone else, if she goes to bed with someone it is because she likes that person. Why would it be any different?"
He had never, ever, considered that aspect of finding someone to have a threesome.
"How can you be such a whiz at understanding people at the shop and such a putz when they come near a bed?" She smiled kindly at him and tousled the hair on his troubled head.
"But what if she doesn't like me? What the hell are we going to do all weekend?"
"Hey, ... this is my friend. We were roommates. We have simply been separated since school. We'll have a great time talking. And perhaps we'll have .. perhaps.... we'll make love." her voice trailed off.
"And you didn't do it when you were in school?"
"No, never! Didn't .... consider it." Emma paused, looked away thoughtfully. "Maybe a kiss, ... now and then."
"Why now, then?"
"Oh, ... we got back in touch on the internet. She sent me her picture as she looks now and.... we talked and talked. We were comparing notes on life and marriage. She said she had turned out to be Bi-sexual. I had to have it explained to me, for heavens sake. But then, I was looking at her picture and I found I was ... enchanted or something. Something about her eyes, ... I don't know. I realized that what I thought back then was 'really liking her' ... was, ... or might be, ... LOVE! That's all, I can't explain it. It never occurred to me. We talked, and she said we should get together because ... because she had.... some of the same thoughts."
Dan had a nagging worry in the back of his mind that he rarely admitted. That thought was that he was not good at first meetings. It took time for people to like him. They usually, eventually, came to like him, but he was a little too logical and perhaps too quiet at first. It bothered him and he worked on the problem in his work relationships, but he ruefully admitted it was a weakness. The fact that he really wanted this weekend to work made this concern troubling.
He couldn't keep the fantasy scene from playing across his mind: The tall, beautiful girl threw her long graceful leg over him and he watched as her shadow crossed his face; then he was looking up at a beautiful, clean-shaved pussy with a little patch of dark hair over the mound. She smiled down at him and teased his chin with her beckoning finger. He smiled at her and then looked at his pretty wife poised over his cock. The two girls were holding hands and smiling down at him. As if by signal, they lowered themselves, Emma onto his cock and the stranger onto his face. His breath came in a gasp as her shadow passed over him and her scent filled his nostrils.
Dan shook his head with a start, realizing that the shadow was actually the canopy of the airport garage. He found a parking place on the second floor and hurried toward the entrance. The board showed her flight had landed and the baggage was on Carousel B.
"Oh, my god!" he muttered.
The bags had begun arriving, and a crowd of people grabbing bags surrounded the carousel. But, there was no question which was Jackie. He stopped, turned away and took a deep breath.
"Oh, my god, so fucking obvious!" he grimaced with disappointment.
Steeling himself, he faced the problem. She was tall all right. The stiletto heels on her black boots and the severe straight black skirt screamed 'Dyke!' to Dan, who was after all, a conventional Midwesterner. The mustard yellow jacket draped over one shoulder and the impatient tapping of a very pointed toe clinched the identification. She was beautiful, but had inconspicuous breasts compared to the dream girl who had just lowered herself toward him in the car.
"How can this be a long lost best friend of my wife" he mused, ruing the day he had asked for a threesome. She must have changed a lot over the years. Her makeup was heavy and severe, it seemed to him. Her matching luggage was a hot pink shade and he strode up to grab it with as much enthusiasm as he could muster.
"Hello, you must be the famous JACQUI!" he said, pronouncing the Q as hard.
She turned and glared at him and then at last, a bare trace of a smile came with a questioning look, and his heart sank. "Oh god, this is going to be harder than I thought." he thought.
"Dan, I'm Dan!" he tried again without the witty comment.
