I, Jason, and, my wife Catherine, have been married for five years. The thing we've learned the most about each other is we both like sex, a lot! Since well before we got married, until the present day, we've had sex every day we're together and often several times a day. We love sex, having it and watching it. Almost anytime, anywhere and in any position and we encourage each other to seek other sexual partners and bring them home for both of us to enjoy. Some would consider us swingers, but they'd be wrong in one sense. We don't belong to any swingers group. We're selective and prefer well-chosen partners over indiscriminate sex with strangers.
However, I'm getting ahead of myself.
Catherine and I both have high-income jobs that allow us considerable free time to pursue other interests. We can both work from either home or our offices. The idea that we could work from home, together, was initially very appealing. We tried it and it didn't work well. We spent so much time fucking that we were neglecting both our jobs. That was unacceptable, so we bit the bullet and worked out a reasonable schedule.
I work from home Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. Cate works from home on Tuesdays and Thursdays. When we're not working from home, we work from the office. This has worked out well for over two years. It gives us the isolated work time we need and time in the office so we don't fall behind on the office politics, discussions and scandals. We tried alternating the schedule for a while to equalize the number of home days for each of us but Cate prefers the extra day in the office so we've settled on a permanent schedule.
Since one of us is home every day, we've adopted a small dog. It's a Lhasa Apso and we each get to walk it on our day home and together on the weekends. The dog is exceptionally intelligent and taking care of it is a breeze. It was also easy to train so it knows to leave the room, whatever room, when we have sex. It's also a warm partner when we curl up on the sofa to watch TV or listen to music but it sleeps in its own bed, in a corner of the kitchen.
Whoever is at home has the responsibility to create an evening meal and to greet the partner appropriately when they arrive home in the evening. That usually means sex within minutes of coming in the door and dinner in the buff. Dessert might be the ejaculate of either of us.
Several months ago, on a pleasant Wednesday around noon, I was walking the dog in the nearby dog park. Our city has many dog parks where the dogs can run free or remain on the leash with their owners. The dog and I were strolling along one of the many paths near Constitution Avenue when I noticed an attractive red head sitting on a bench with her miniature poodle. The dog was not groomed in the typical style. It was just a little white ball of hair with a stubby tail. Since both our dogs were approximately the same size, and white, I casually walked near her and sat down on the opposite end of the bench. Not too near to be intimidating and not so far as to make conversation difficult. My pet immediately began to sniff around the poodle's backside and show some interest in what he found. I shortened his leash, inhibiting his advances and preventing a potential embarrassing dog on dog scene.
She looked in my direction as I sat and I could see her emerald green eyes. I offered a small wave and said, "Hi. I'm Jason."
"Hi," she responded. "Cute dog."
"He's a Lhaso Apso. I'm here nearly every day and I've not seen you here before. New to the neighborhood?"
"Yes. We moved in about three weeks ago. What's his name?"
"Pussy."
"Pussy? Really? How did you come up with that?
"Actually, it was my wife's idea. It has several, somewhat humorous, connotations. First, he's not a cat so Pussy is somewhat a species misidentification. Second, he's a he so he doesn't have one."
"I do."
I guess my face gave away my reaction.
"Oh my! Did I say that out loud? I'm so embarrassed. I've got to go." She began to rise from the bench.
"No, no. Hang around. I wasn't the least offended."
"Nono. I can't stay. It's too embarrassing. I've got to go."
She stood and began walking away, pulling the little poodle with her.
"Stay. Actually it was quite funny."
I don't know if she heard me. She was walking away, taking the short quick steps women take when they don't want to run but walking isn't fast enough. The little hair ball was struggling to keep up. About halfway up the block, she stopped and picked up the dog. She crossed Constitution Avenue, walked a short distance further and turned into Mesilla Street, where I lost sight of her.
That evening, after dessert, Cate and I were settled on the sofa. Cate was playfully fondling my flaccid cock with one hand and petting Pussy with the other.
"I met the strangest woman today while walking Pussy," I said.
"How's that?" Cate asked.
"She was resting on a bench in the dog park with a tiny poodle on a leash. I sat next to her, and introduced myself. Pussy was more than interested in her poodle."
"Using the dog to get into her pants?" Cate offered.
"No. That's getting way ahead of the game. I'd barely got my name out before she asked Pussy's name. I gave her our usual spiel about the cat and the male dog's missing organ. She quickly made the connection and, before she could censor herself, she confessed that she had what the dog didn't."
Cate sat up a little straighter. "That's quite a come on."
"Nothing like that. She was immediately embarrassed and left quickly. I never even got her name. The only thing I know about her is she's new in the area and has a small white dog. And she lives somewhere down Messila Street."
"Do you want to fuck her?"
"I don't know. I didn't get a reading from her."
"Is she cute?"
"Yeah. She's got red hair and green eyes. Her hair was up in a high ponytail but I think it would hang below her shoulders if she let it down. When she stood, I guess she was about five six or seven. I couldn't get a good look at her body since she was walking away, but her ass moved nicely in her yoga pants."
"Sounds like you need to track her down."
"Maybe?"
"Why don't you fantasize about her while I see if I can get little Jason interested in fucking me."
The next day, Thursday, was Cate's day at home. She took Pussy for a walk around noontime hoping she might see Wednesday's redhead. She struck out and Friday was no luckier for me.
We walked the dog together on Saturday and Sunday without meeting the redhead or her poodle.
Monday, I walked the dog to the dog park around noon again. I'd pretty much put the redhead out of my mind as a one-time encounter. I thought she was probably avoiding meeting me again after her embarrassment on Wednesday. I was pleasantly surprised as I turned a corner to see her sitting on the same bench as before.
