Most of the MMF relationships my wife and I have had have been with guys who were friends of ours.
But one memorable encounter was with a new acquaintance.
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Summer Guest
(continued from posting # 276)
"What about music?" Kelly asked. "Is there any good music in town tonight?"
"Well, as a matter of fact, Tom Rush is playing here tonight," my wife responded. "But the concert already started at 8 o'clock."
"I haven't heard him in years," Kelly noted.
"Neither have I," I remarked. "Not since he was here five years ago or so, introducing audiences to the songs of then unknowns such as Joni Mitchell and Jackson Browne."
"Maybe we can still get in," Kelly suggested.
Just then Mark entered the room and sat down on the couch next to Kelly.
"Wow, this is such a charming place you have here," Mark said enthusiastically. "When was it built?"
"Just about a century ago," I informed him. "It has survived the years surprising well, thanks in part of course to a lot of TLC."
"It is great that you have kept so much of the original look and have not tried to modernize things too much," Mark said.
"Except for the bathroom," I noted. "We do not feel nostalgic about primitive bathroom facilities. There is a limit to how much historical authenticity we are willing to maintain."
"Understandably," Mark said with a smile.
Although I was doing the talking, Mark divided his eye contact between my wife and me. It seemed that his eyes lingered a bit on her, which did not surprise me. My wife has a magnetism about her. Almost everyone seems susceptible to that magnetism.
Kelly was turned sideways on the couch, looking intently at Mark. I knew her well enough to be able to see that she was extremely interested in him and that she fully intended to have sex with him that night.
Kelly was quite beautiful, with dirty blond hair and blue eyes. Her body was fit and very well proportioned, and, although her breasts were a bit on the small side, all of the pieces fit together very nicely.
I had first met Kelly through my work. When I brought her home for dinner and to meet my wife, she -- like so many people, both women and men -- soon latched onto my wife as her new friend and confidente. At the time she was involved with an older man who was extremely controlling. My wife served as a sounding board and helped Kelly realize that she should probably terminate the relationship. Soon thereafter she moved in with a Ph.D. student with whom she had a lot in common and who seemed to treat her well. However, after finishing his degree, he took a job on the other side of the country. For reasons that were never entirely clear, she was not invited to move with him.
I found Kelly to be very attractive, and I once had made a pass at her. She had rebuffed me, saying that she did not want to complicate her relationship with my wife.
"Well, Mark," I said. "Before you came down, the three of us were talking about maybe going out to hear some music. Would you be interested?"
"Sure," he said, without inquiring as to who was performing. "But what do you say we get stoned first?" He looked at my wife with a subtle but mischievous smile. Then he looked over toward me and then over to Kelly.
I spoke up first, saying, "Absolutely."
My wife said, "Fine."
Kelly said, "Sure."
"Well, I have some great stuff up stairs in my backpack," Mark informed us. "Let me go up and get it."
Once Mark was out of earshot, Kelly said softly to Gail, "Isn't he one incredibly handsome, sexy guy?"
"Yes," Gail agreed. "And he also seems like a very sweet and considerate guy. I have to say, Kelly, that you did quite well based on, of all things, a random pick-up of a hitch-hiker on the turnpike. This situation could have been a disaster."
Mark soon returned with a baggie of pot and some rolling papers. He immediately set to work rolling several joints.
(to be continued)