Our friend Dave called me the next day, "Hi Ellicia, I talked with Mr. Johnson, and he said it's okay if I bring you along."
I was still shaky from the night before when Dave had his hand in my panties while my husband slept, and still nervous about being invited to watch a married couple let Dave have sex with the wife. I half wanted to back out, but I found myself saying, "Sure, by then Marc should be able to take care of himself, if you know what I mean."
"Great," said Dave, "But the Johnsons want to change it to Friday evening. They want me to meet them at the Westover Hotel."
As I thought about it, Dave added, "That's the same night as the symphony concert in the downtown auditorium. Ask Mark if I can take you to the concert. It's a deception, but really it's a little white lie, and I think in the end he'll be glad you went to this 'concert.'"
"Okay," I'll ask him.
"Great, I'll pick you up at seven on Friday, if it's okay," Dave said.
Sure enough, my sweet Marc was glad that I could get out for an evening with our friend Dave. I did feel a little sly, but I was more curious than I thought I could be about what Dave has been up to with married couples. The sight of his cock was still giving me flutters, and I was willing to do anything to have it myself one day.
On Friday, I dressed for the concert and made sure Marc was comfortable. By then he could take care of his basic needs, if you know what I mean. He was gaining strength, but was in no condition to take me to a concert.
Our doorbell rang at seven, and Dave came in to greet us before we left for the evening's entertainment. I quite enjoyed watching Dave kindly speak with my husband about his health, and he reassured Marc that it was nice of him to let me out of his sight for an evening of enjoyment. If only Marc knew what kind of enjoyment.
We got in the car, and I must admit I was growing more nervous. Dave could feel my apprehensions, and he said, "This will be wonderful. I'm so glad you can join me with the Johnsons."
"I'm kind of scared," I admitted.
"No cause for alarm," Dave assured me. "This will be quite straightforward and simple. Let me explain. The Johnsons are a bit older couple, in their later fifties, and they have been talking about this sort of thing for a long time. Mr. Johnson decided to investigate the possibility of making their fantasy come true, and he found me through a friend of a friend of a friend."
I blinked and said, "Have you met them?"
"Yes, well, I met Mr. Johnson," Dave said. "We met at the Westover Hotel bar about a month ago. We had a nice long chat, and he seemed to be more at ease about doing this."
"It sounds so civil," I said.
"Oh, yes," Dave said, "These things are far more ordinary than people might think. In my experience, many husbands and wives have this same fantasy. The problem for them is finding the right partner. Mr. Johnson told me that when he's making love to his wife, she gets excited and passionate if he whispers that a man with a much larger cock was in the room or was waiting for her when he was through. It's a common fantasy."
My breath was coming quicker as he talked.
"Mr. Johnson showed me photos of his wife, and I shared one of my photo albums with him so he could see what I had for his wife. He took it with him to show Mrs. Johnson, and then we all spoke on the phone."
"How did that go?" I asked.
"Oh, fine," Dave said, "Mr. Johnson did most of the talking. I asked his wife if she had seen my photos. She said that she was looking at one while we talked. So I told her that soon I hoped she could see it in person and enjoy making it hard. She released a little moaning sound, and then I told her that we'll take all the time we need to put in deep into her pussy."
Dave's words were making my juices flow even more. "And what did she say?" I asked.
Dave said, "Mrs. Johnson made another moaning sound before her husband cut in to make the final plans for the meeting."
"And me, they were okay with me coming with you?" I asked.
"Ah, yes," Dave said, "Mr. Johnson explained to his wife that you are an interested in doing the same thing with you husband, and you wanted to observe before testing the waters with your hubby. They understood."
Dave said, "Tonight, the Johnsons rented a hotel room for themselves and a connecting room for you and me. Mrs. Johnson knows about the plan, of course. He'll keep reminding her that she'll soon have the biggest cock he could find. After dinner they will return to the room to get ready. I told him to start making love as they usually do and get her ready. The door between us will be open enough so I can hear him when he's ready for me."
I was glad to hear that the men were considerate and respected the wife's feelings. We arrived at the hotel, and Dave texted Mr. Johnson from the lobby. He replied, "You'll be in room 1204, next to us. Mrs. Johnson is in the shower now. Give us about fifteen minutes. I'll unlock the door between our rooms."
In our room, Dave changed into one of the hotel robes. I watched him undress completely and marveled again at the size of his dick as he stretched his arms back to put on the robe. Dave sat on the bedside and leaned back with the robe falling open. Little did I know what I'd been missing all these years.
While the Johnsons began their love making next door, Dave said, "Ellicia, maybe you can help me get ready for the Johnsons," as he motioned for me to come over to him.
