This is a sequel to 'Nervous,' but it isn't necessary to read that story first.
"What's the biggest thrill you get out of this?" my wife asks. She's getting ready to meet a man. We haven't met him yet, but if all goes well we'll have a threesome.
For her, of course, the attraction is she gets to have sex with someone new, variety. We've been doing this for over a year now, she's relaxed about the process, yet admits she still has butterflies and goosebumps when another tête-à-tête seems on the horizon.
I've enjoyed this, watching her as she flirts with a man, seduces him. But the question, what exactly do I get out of it, has never been asked.
'Hmmm,' I think, 'good question.' I consider for a few minutes, then give her first one answer, but then I think of another, and another. In the end, I come up with seven things I really love to see.
She laughs, "Just like a guy. Well, let's see how many of those I can make happen tonight!"
We review the intel on our date that we got off the website, Donnie, 5'10", 190 pounds (he says,) divorced. Driving to meet him, I ask, "Nervous?"
Lisbeth laughs, "A little. I always am when we meet a guy for the first time. Remember how I was with Lou? I was a real Nellie on that one, and look how it turned out. I'm really ready, I hope Donnie is!"
We find The Spot, a tavern less than ten minutes from our house. We've never been except to meet a man, we're unlikely to bump into anyone we know. I pull into a parking space, go around to open the door for her. As she climbs down and her skirt slips up I get a quick glimpse of something dark, her sundress is short for a woman of her age, but not for what we're planning to do, god willing. I'm glad she's wearing her anklet, I gave it to her after her third guy, Jim, six months ago. If Donnie works out, he'll be the sixth. I don't know if Lisbeth is counting, I certainly am.
The bar is dark, three guys look around, all of them concentrate on the skin above my wife's push-up bra. One stands up, he must be Donnie. It takes only a split second to make that first impression. Mine is 'not bad.' Combed hair, clean shirt, slacks, boat shoes. And besides, it's not my first impression that counts, it's Lisbeth's.
"Hi," he says. Now for that first thrill of the night, Lisbeth's reaction. I think I can tell what's going to happen just from the way she approaches him. With one fat guy, I could tell she didn't want to touch any part of him; needless to say, nothing happened that night. When Donnie offers a handshake she places her palm on his shoulder, presses toward him, gives him a kiss on the cheek. The other people in the bar might think he's an old friend, but I know what it means. That her breast brushes his arm lets me know what she's thinking.
"Hi, I'm Lisbeth," she offers warmly.
We head for the patio, the temperature is still in the low 80's, we're a half hour from sunset. The music blares a bit loudly, perfect for the purpose. He already has his beer, I order a Yuengling, Lisbeth selects a Lime-a-rita. We begin small talk, almost unimportant except if the guy hogs the conversation or brags too much about himself. Donnie does neither, in fact his reaction is perfect when he asks, "So, what do you guys like to do?" and Lisbeth teases,
"You mean other than..." The tables tops are glass, I watch as Lisbeth pulls her skirt up a bit on his side to show almost all her leg. I chuckle when he does a double take, but he doesn't look away.
Just after he orders another beer, Lisbeth gives me the signal. "We've got this great patio at our house," she slips into the conversation.
"We just had it revarnished," I add, the positive reply. If I had decided he wasn't for us, I would have said, 'but it needs a little bit of work.' As a result, Donnie doesn't know his fate has already been decided, we talk about home improvement for a few minutes as if it was a subject of interest. I make the excuse of needing to use the boy's room, Lisbeth is left to conclude the negotiations, she's good at it. I stay away five minutes, by the time I return Donnie's beer is finished, he's laid a twenty on the table, plenty for drinks and tip. "Babe, Donnie wants to see what we've done with the patio. You ready to go?"
"Sure." We get out of the place, Lisbeth offers, "Donnie, why don't I ride with you so you don't get lost. Kevin'll follow us." I watch her climb into his Altima, a sexy little car I think Lisbeth will appreciate and pull out behind them. We always feel this is safe, I have his license plate, I can track her cell phone, and if we didn't trust him we wouldn't have invited him home in the first place. When we stop at a traffic light, I can see Lisbeth turned toward him, leaning over a bit, I'm sure he's getting a good look down her dress. I wonder if she has her hand on his thigh, if she's hiked her skirt up until he can see her panties.
We arrive home, Lisbeth learned early on that she likes it here better than hotel rooms, she's just more comfortable. As she gets out, I see her hem is way high, that's okay, Donnie's going to see a lot more than that before the night is over. We walk through the door, I ask, "Want another beer?" Lisbeth offers a tour of the place. While I'm opening the ice box, I hear the patio door open, they really are going to inspect the deck! Nothing's going to happen out there, it's still kind of light out and we're too close to the neighbors for comfort. I take them their drinks, head back inside and get the place ready.
I like doing this, it makes me feel like I'm a part of the action. I flip the switches in the house, in the master bedroom I turn on the side lamp and a dim wall sconce to set a tempting mood, plenty of light for the purpose. I don't think I'm a cuck when I do stuff like this, it's not as if Lisbeth tells me I'm not enough man for her or tries to make me wear a cage. In a way, it's a hobby we share.
I join them in the living room, she's showing him some prints we got at the art show, they're standing a good foot apart. I'm pretty sure he wants to grab her, throw her on the floor and pillage her, but she's not offering - yet - and he's a good boy. More slowly than he wants, she leads him through the house, pointing out this and that. I watch him look at her rounded ass, I can feel his lust. Finally, we reach the bedroom. "And that's the bed," she taunts, knowing full well it's the piece of furniture he's most interested in.
"Come see this," she offers, and she closes the door, revealing a sizable print of Toulouse-Lautrec's 'In Bed, the Kiss.' It's erotic enough to give the idea, not pornographic enough to shock Aunt Sadie. "Do you like it?" she asks as she approaches him, gets him to lower his face, their lips meet for the first time. This is my second big moment, the promise of the great time to come.
I watch them for a few minutes, I see Donnie's hands start to roam. When one guy did this too early for Lisbeth's taste she stepped away from him, with Donnie I can tell she doesn't mind his hand cupping her ass. I step forward, unzip her dress, pull it over her head and throw it on the bed. I can see her in a mirror, her nipples hard and pressing through the see-through bra.
She's amused at the greed on Donnie's face, helps him pull his shirt off and unzips his pants - she's gotten quite good at that particular maneuver. I see his belly could use a little flattening, the skin around his nipple is slightly loose and hanging, but Lisbeth doesn't seem to worry, gets him to sit on the bed beside her. They kiss again, all four of the hands roam. He pulls the bra down, exposing the little button pushing toward him and leans to suck. This is another high point for me, watching as her lover first touches an erotic zone. She reaches behind her, deftly unsnaps the garment, shrugs it over her arms. Donnie pinches the nipple he isn't sucking on.
She undresses him completely, feels the prick. It's close to being erect, of a good size. That's always a concern, Jim was a little small, he didn't do it for her, though god knows she tried. She leans over, her head is in his lap. I see her take the dick in her hand, give it a couple good pulls, then she's sucking on it, bobbing up and down.
When I gave her my list she was surprised the blowjob wasn't on it. I told her it's not a big deal to me. I'm pretty sure she usually does it because it's expected, not because she particularly enjoys it. She agreed with me. But still she licks it because he sort of needs it. Soon, she gets him to full strength.
