It was a good thing that Jenny and I had been able to have our little D&S adventure when we did. The following afternoon turned very snowy. By the next morning enough had come down to make me late getting into work and for the city to close schools. Jenny and I were not able to talk on the phone, but I did receive a quick e-mail from her saying that she felt like a prisoner as the snow piled up. Fortunately, she and the kids were able to keep up with shoveling it because it looked like Keith might be delayed getting back home due to airport delays. It was a pretty quiet day in the office. I lot of people hadn’t made it in as of mid-morning and might not bother to come in at all. It gave me a chance to catch up on some work. It also gave me time to reflect about some of the things Jenny and I talked about after our afternoon together. She had called the next day to ask if I was ok. She wasn’t sure what my reaction would be to our session with the cuffs and straps.
“Uncle Mike, I’ve been wondering all night if you were upset about yesterday,” she told me. “I just want you to know that it was something I’ve wanted and fantasized about for a long time, but it never really seemed like Keith would be willing to join me with it. You already know that he and I used to have a pretty hot sex life, but anytime I’d sort of allude to something like what we did, he’d either laugh it off or wrinkle his nose about it. I don’t think that sort of heavier erotic stuff appeals to him at all. I finally stopped dropping hints. I’m so glad you didn’t make me feel foolish about it. I think that allowing myself to be in that submissive role is something that appeals to my need for belonging or wanting to give myself. I’m glad you felt ok with it. I think maybe you even felt more than just ok with it.”
“I was totally fine with it Jenny,” I told her. “Frankly, I was a little surprised at first. It was new to me, even though I always wondered if Ellen might be willing to try some aspects of it. At first, I wasn’t sure I’d play it right, but once into it, some sort of switch clicked inside me, and I felt good with it. I just wasn’t sure. I just wanted to know that you wanted it and it wasn’t something you were doing just because you thought I might. I have to admit, there was something visceral about having complete control over you and taking you like that. It let me see two sides of myself. Knowing that I had your body in control but also your safety was a rush. Knowing that I controlled my pleasure and satisfaction as well as yours was a very powerful feeling. Seeing you so submissive and willing to be used was something very powerfully erotic. I don’t know why. I never thought of myself as being that kind of person.”
“Uncle Mike, we are all multiple people. We have a lot of facets to who we are, and there are many parts to our personality. Some we only show to special people who we know that we can trust. Tell me, did you mean what you said at the end about wanting to protect me and never wanting to hurt me or see me hurt? That was one of the sweetest things anybody ever said to me. It makes me feel special to you”
“Jenny, you are special to me. I meant every word of it,” I replied. “It was so strange. I knew you wanted to play that scene, and that it was something you wished for, but I don’t know why you knew that I would go along.”
“It was something you said the first time we were together when I told you that it wasn’t always good to try to interpret or understand the needs and desires of others, but to just accept them and go along with them. You said you understood that, and I got the feeling that you truly did. There was also that time in the TV room when you slapped my ass and called me a bad girl. I took that as a hint. I hoped that you wouldn’t laugh it off like Keith did, and would allow me to experience my desire to be possessed. Thank you. I also want you to know that I intend to keep the promise I made to you. I will do anything to please you. I just need to know that you want me. If I know I’m wanted, I’ll do anything, anytime, anywhere. Don’t ever be afraid to tell me what you want from me; what you need from me.”
I was totally blown away by her complete openness and honesty about all of this. This woman continually amazed me with her blend of sexual hunger played against elements of innocence. She could swing from being almost childlike in her need to be cradled and hugged to being sexually aggressive and somewhat exhibitionistic. The dichotomy is something I’ve always found so absolutely appealing in a woman. But, as she had said, we all have many facets to who we are.
Jenny and I didn’t communicate too much for the next couple of days until late Friday afternoon, I clicked on to my secret e-mail account, and there was a message from Jenny with a picture attachment. This time, she was wearing the collar and cuffs. She had somehow managed to run the nylon straps through the ankle rings to stretch to the headboard. As before, she was spread out naked to illegal bahis provide a complete view of her beautiful crotch, but it only showed her from the neck down. I could tell that she had used a mirror again. I think that once she learned how much I loved seeing her pussy, these pictures were going to be a weekly thing, and I loved every one of them. The text in the message read, “Something to keep you thinking of me over the weekend. Remember my promise. xoxo J.”
I smiled to myself and replied. “I don’t need to be reminded, I’m ALWAYS thinking of you. To steal somebody else’s line, you are always gentle on my mind. Have a good weekend. Hugs, M.”
The following week was a busy one for me. There was no way I could have broken free to see Jenny. While we were trying to arrange another time that we could meet before the month was out, we had to settle for our usual “cyber sex” mail. We sent each other cyber Valentine’s cards. Jenny found one on some crazy web site that showed a woman tied up with leather straps that said, “I’m bound to be your Valentine.” It was corny as hell, but I still had to laugh out loud when I opened it on the computer.
Early the following week, I got a call at work from Paul asking if I could to stop off after work for a beer. I agreed, but something in the back of my mind waved a red flag. In years past, these afternoon happy hours were just for unwinding, but given the past few months, I had become a bit nervous any time Paul wanted to meet for a beer.
After the first draft, he ordered a second round. As soon as the waitress walked from the booth, he leaned forward and said, “Mike, I have something to ask. Before you throw that beer in my face, hear me out.”
I had recently learned to regard those words as a reason to think about heading for the door, but my curiosity got the better or me. My look told him to continue.
“Kathy and I have been discussing something, and we were wondering if maybe you and Jennifer might have considered the same sort of thing. Have you guys ever thought about how great it would be to share some time with another couple?”
“Oh shit Paul.” I jumped in. “Maybe my mind is jumping a little ahead here, but by ‘sharing some time’ I’m pretty sure you’re not talking about miniature golf or bowling. I take it that you’re going to suggest that you and Kathy get with together with me and Jennifer for sex.”
“Come on Mike,” he responded, sitting back up straight. “You can’t tell me that you haven’t thought about it. Everybody at least thinks about it. Find a list of the 101 most favorite sexual fantasies, and it has to at least be in the top five.”
“Ok,” I told him, “of course I’ve thought about it, but never thought I’d ever be in a situation of actually doing it.”
“See!” he responded leaning forward again, “I knew it. You have thought about it, but it was the constraint of a real opportunity that shut you down. I’d bet my left nut that Jennifer has thought about it too. Hey, I get it. I mean, Kathy and I have talked about it a lot, but we never thought there was a low risk way of making it real. We didn’t want to just go into some bar looking for somebody or go online advertising like swingers. We had issues about strangers. I mean not even considering the possible diseases, there are crazy people out there. Hell, do you remember that situation at the beach a couple of years ago when that man and woman hooked up with another couple in a bar. They ended up getting tied up and robbed. The guy was hustled around at gunpoint to ATM’s all over town and made to drain his accounts before they took him back to torture and kill him. The woman managed to escape by jumping naked from a second story bathroom window. No; hooking up with strangers was never an option for us.”
“But Jennifer and I are fair game, right?” I remarked.
“Fair game? You act like it’s an insult. We’ve known each other more than half our lives. Jennifer and Kathy are buds from way back. Both of them are damned attractive. I know I’m not a movie star, but I’m not half bad to look at, and frankly, I think Jennifer was feeling my vibe a little back at the mall a few weeks ago.”
“Paul,” I interjected, “I think you imagine that every woman passing on the street feels your vibe. I’m not so sure Jennifer would feel the same way. I think she might not feel right about me having sex with another woman or that I’d be cool with her doing it with another guy.”
“Whoa, buddy,” he exclaimed. “I think I’m hearing some things that I heard a couple of weeks ago when we talked. Are you somehow feeling like you and Jennifer are in love, or that you’re some sort of deep, romantic, exclusive couple? I warned you back then to keep this light and loose or you’ll be getting in too deep for your own good. I mean look, we’re all married, and none of us are married to each other. We have other people in our lives to consider so we can’t afford to get hung up in relationships like this. It’s not like any of us owns the other.”
“I’m illegal bahis siteleri not saying that,” I said, “but I’m not sure Jennifer is the type of woman to think about this sort of thing.”
“Oh wake up, and look around you Mike. Women are no different from men. They think about doing things with other people just as much as men, but they don’t talk about it as much because it might make them look ‘unladylike’ or like sluts. Look at the statistics. Now days, just as many women fool around as men. Often as not, it’s the women who are asking their husbands to bring another guy into their bed or admitting that they would like to have some other sort of threesome, or foursome, or moresome. It’s not just the guys who think about this sort of thing. What makes you think that Jennifer wouldn’t jump at the chance? It’s not for you to decide for her. She’s a big girl. Let her decide if this is something she’d like to try. “
Neither of us spoke for a few moments. It was Paul who broke the silence. “Look Mike. I can’t say this thing would ever happen. I don’t know Jennifer or how she thinks. I know this. It’s a good chance that if she was ready to find a guy away from her husband to broaden her sex life, it’s a good chance she may be up for having a little adventure with Kathy and me. You’ve already admitted that you’ve thought about it in theory, but never thought you’d have the option of facing the reality of it. Kathy and I have talked about it for the past year, but neither of us wants to risk messing around with total strangers. This is ideal. Here we are, four long time friends who are obviously looking to expand their sexual boundaries. We have the opportunity to live out a long held fantasy with no risk. Just think about it. Talk to Jennifer about it. You might be surprised with how she responds. If she tells you truthfully that she’s never considered it or fantasized about it, I’ll pick up the tab for every beer we drink together for the next five years.”
“I suppose Kathy is already laying out this same plan to Jenny.” I said.
“Of course she is. Well I don’t know about already, but she’s going to talk to her. Jennifer needs to know how Kathy and I feel about it as much as you do. Jennifer has to have the option of making her own decision. Have you ever actually talked to Jennifer about it? You really should. You might be in for a surprise.”
There were a few more moments of silence while we both sipped our beers. As much as Paul sometimes irritated me with his cavalier ways, he had a way of knowing what was hidden inside my head. I couldn’t deny that I hadn’t had the fantasy of a threesome or foursome or some form of group sex for many years. It was always one of my favorite types of scenes in x-rated movies and videos. I remember being really fascinated when I saw a documentary about a famous sex club that was in New York back in the 70’s. Years ago when some of the guys in school would talk about group sex parties or having a threesome with a couple of the “townie” girls, I was envious. Maybe I never pushed myself into that sort of activity when I was younger because I was too shy and unsure of myself, but I couldn’t deny I didn’t like the idea. I once brought it up to Ellen about 20 years ago, but the result was anything but positive or objective. She really jumped all over me about being a pervert.
Finally I spoke up. “Ok, I’ll talk to Jennifer about it. I have to admit that this is something that I’ve fantasized about for a long time, and this situation with all of us knowing each other is pretty appealing. I don’t know how Jennifer will react, and I’m not going to make some sort of full-court press to persuade her. If she’s interested without pushing, we can maybe arrange something. It has to be her call.”
Paul reached across the table put his hand on my shoulder. “That’s all I ask, buddy. Let Jennifer hear Kathy’s feelings, and then she can make her own decision. I don’t want any pressure on anybody because it’s damned important that none of us starts pointing fingers or feeling pressured or freaking out in the middle of it.”
We finished our beers and left. I drove home wondering what I would tell Jennifer, but then I assumed that she would have already spoken with Kathy. Part of me wanted to have this foursome. It was something I had thought about for many years. Unfortunately, another part of me didn’t think that it was as risk free as Paul made it sound. Sometimes it pays to listen to all the voices in your head.
The next day, Jennifer called me around ten o’clock. After a bit of small talk, I asked her if there was going to be a chance to get together before the end of the month. She told me that even though Keith was headed out on a trip later this afternoon, she was “out of commission” for this week. I knew what that meant. She said she didn’t know about the following week yet. Then I told her that it would be nice if I could see her some way this week, even if just for a quick lunch because I wanted canlı bahis siteleri to talk to her about something that I really didn’t want to go into on the phone.
“I have a feeling that you’re talking about Paul and Kathy’s proposal to get together,” she said.
“You guessed it.” I responded. “Paul said that Kathy would call you about it, but I didn’t know that she’d beat me to it. Do you have any thoughts about it?”
“I think we should talk in person. I can meet you for lunch tomorrow if that’s ok. Not any place fancy, but somewhere we can talk. What are your feelings?”
I told her we’d hash it out tomorrow. I couldn’t really tell from her voice if she was for it, or against it, or waiting to hear what I had to say. I was actually a little nervous about it. I couldn’t help but agree with Paul that it was the perfect way to live out a fantasy of mine, and I’d probably never get another chance as long as I lived. On the other hand, I didn’t want to either shock or offend Jennifer, or let her feel like I was pimping her out or something. I had to know that if she did it, it was something she wanted for herself. Then there was the question of whether I could even perform in front of other people or how I would react to seeing Jennifer, with whom I had more than just a casual acquaintance, engaging in all manner of sex with another guy, even if that guy was someone I knew. Then there was another question that I would have to discuss with Jenny even though I could not have told Paul.
The next day, Jenny and I met at this relatively generic diner I knew of about halfway between her home and my office. It wasn’t listed on anybody’s best restaurant list, but the food wasn’t horrible, and it was busy enough that people wouldn’t be listening in to what we were talking about. We met on the parking lot, exchanged a hug and an innocent peck on the lips suitable for your average married couple meeting for lunch. After ordering, I initiated the discussion about Paul’s proposal.
“What do you really feel about this Jenny?” I asked looking right into her eyes.
She paused a moment or two, and said. “I have mixed feelings, maybe like you do too. I don’t know. Frankly, I hadn’t thought about going into something like this when I explained to you at Thanksgiving that I needed somebody to help me get through the loneliness and frustration of Keith putting me on the back burner of his life. On the other hand, if I told you that I’d never fantasized about it, I’d be lying to you. In truth, I even brought up the thought of a threesome or couples swap to Keith way back when we first got married; before the kids were born. I didn’t lie to you when I told you that back then, we were a pretty hot team. Only, I don’t think he had, or has ever had for that matter, the same strong erotic feelings that I do about something like this. We talked about it, but he never seemed to really want to do it. Did you and Aunt Ellen ever think about it?”
“Well, let’s just say that I was the one who brought it up one time years ago after we watched this TV documentary about swinging. She was less than objective in her response to my comments. I got lectured and I was accused of not being attracted to her anymore, and she ended up in tears. It was never discussed again. Frankly, I was a little surprised at her reaction given that she seemed to be a little more open and free in her attitudes when we first married. We did some mildly crazy things. However, the kids seemed to change her a lot. I have to admit, that the idea intrigues me and gets my motor running, but at the same time, I don’t want to feel that I’m pushing you into anything.”
“Mike, you wouldn’t be pushing me,” she said rather seriously. “You should know me well enough to know that I don’t let myself get pushed into things. I decide for myself what I do and don’t do. I have some definite thoughts about what turns me on and gets me going. You should well understand that after our little session last month. Whatever you and I do together is because I’m ok with it and want it. I think you understand that. It’s as much about me as it is about you. I get joy out of pleasing you in any way possible. There’s a part of me that delights in seeing you needing me and using me, but I’m not going to allow something that could cause any sort of hurt to either of us. I trust you, and know you feel the same way about me.”
Our lunches arrived at the table and we had to switch to talking about the weather while the waitress laid out plates. As soon as everything was set, Jennifer continued. “Here’s the thing. Kathy and Paul have been together for almost two years now, and I get the feeling that they are acting almost like a married couple anymore. They may be feeling like their attraction is losing a little steam even though their whole relationship is based on forbidden fruit. I figure, this is a way for them to pump it back up with even more forbidden fruit. She said that they’ve been talking about it, but didn’t want to risk hunting up strangers. They are really enthusiastic about something with us because we’re a known quantity. From what I heard from you just now, we’ve both thought about it ourselves, and if we’re ever going to try it, this is the opportunity.