I was talking to my lover one evening after a long day, and I asked her to tell me about something that she desperately wanted. I was just making conversation at the time, but she asked me what specific area of life I was talking about. To be a smart Alec, I told her to start with sex. I don't know what answer I expected to get, but the one I got stunned me.
She paused for a second and then told me that she wanted to be with a man and a woman at the same time. Talk about a shock. I was expecting a moonlight rendezvous with Tom Cruise or something impossible. What she had asked for was something that could happen, and was going to happen, if I had anything to say about it. It would be her turn to be surprised.
Brad was one of my co-workers, and someone who I talked to a lot. We would have lunch together, sometimes play golf, and stop for the occasional drink after work. One day, he confided in me that he and his wife Carol had gotten into the swinging scene. I told him that I thought it was good that they were so open in their relationship, but I didn't think that I could go there. He urged me to bring Mandy, my girlfriend, over one night, and we would find out just where our relationship really was. I really had my doubts, but to be polite, I assured Brad what we would get together someday. Yeah. Right.
Well you can bet that the next day at work, I made a beeline to Brad's cubical to tell him the news. He really took things matter of factly and said that he and Carol were going to be home Friday, and to come out. I didn't know how he could be so calm, when my heart was ready to burst out of my chest.
I went home that night and told Mandy that we were invited to dinner at Brads on Friday.
I think that was the longest week I have ever lived through. When Friday evening finally rolled around, I nearly set a land speed record getting home to pick up Mandy.
We arrived at 6:00 for dinner. Mandy had worn her denim skirt, and a loose white sweater. I loved the way that the sweater caressed her curves, and the skirt really left nothing to the imagination. Try as hard as you could, you could not see any panty lines. I asked her about this and she just smiled. She told me that if I was a good boy, I might get to find out on the way home if she was wearing panties or not. I smiled back at her knowing that if things went as planned, I would not have to wait until we went home to find out her little secret.
Brad answered the door when we rang the bell. He was wearing blue jeans and a button down oxford shirt. He kissed Mandy on the cheek and winked at me. I had told him that she did not know what I had in mind. I don't know if the wink was to set my heart at ease or not, but I had butterflies the size of seagulls after he did that.
I don't remember much of dinner. We sat down at the table almost right away and Carol came out of the kitchen with a pan of lasagna. I almost choked on my wine when she walked out because she was wearing something that was dangerously close to a French maids outfit.
Mandy jokingly said, "Are you looking to get laid tonight?"
"You don't know the half of it," Carol replied.
I noticed that Carol was sitting kind of close to Mandy at dinner, and somehow Mandy's wine glass never seemed to be empty. Dinner seemed to last forever. The talk was nothing in depth, just casual banter between two couples. I could not help noticing however, that Carol kept giving Mandy appraising looks. She was constantly running her fingers across the rim of her wine glass and looking at me too. I was literally sitting on the edge of my seat.
After dinner, Mandy stood up to go to the restroom and caught herself on the edge of the table; she was a bit tipsy. Carol stood up to go with her.
"I will show you where it is," she said.
As they walked down the hall, Carol slipped her arm around Mandy's waist to "help her keep her balance". As they walked, she leaned over and whispered something. Both girls burst out laughing as they walked around the corner.
Brad and I stood up and went to the living room. They had a big screen TV and a large couch facing it. I brought the wine bottle and the glasses, and filled them up as we sat down to watch a movie.
I suggested "when Harry met Sally" because that was Mandy's favorite. The girls came back from the bathroom giggling the whole way. They sat down on the couch with us. I was on the far right, with Mandy next to me, Carol set next to Mandy, and Brad sat on the far left.
We started the movie, and Mandy snuggled into my arms like she does when we watch a movie together. She started to pull her feet up under her, but Carol told her to stretch out, so she put her legs across Carol's lap.
"Would you like me to rub your feet?" asked Carol.
"Sure as long as you don't tickle," said Mandy.
Carol started stroking Mandy's feet, and then rubbing them with strong sure hands.
"Mmmmm," was all Mandy could say.
After a short time Mandy had turned herself so she was lying in my arms. Brad had gotten up and turned the lights down. As she lay there, I leaned over and kissed her, and then as subtly as possible started stroking her breast with the hand that was under my arms. She smiled and snuggled into me and closed her eyes.
"What more could a girl want than strong arms to lay in and a foot massage," she said.
I kissed her again, and gave her breast a squeeze.
The movie rolled on, until the famous scene came where Sally faked the orgasm in the diner. At that point Carol gave a throaty laugh.
"What are you laughing like that for?" demanded Mandy.
"Doesn't Rob make you scream like that?" Carol asked.
Mandy just chuckled.
"I see," said Carol. "Well I will have to teach him how," she said.
"Yeah, right," said Mandy.
I kissed her again, and started caressing both breasts at that point. Carol paused the foot massage, and leaned over and gave Brad a long passionate kiss.
"Why don't we switch movies?" she asked.
"Whatever you want," said Mandy, "just don't stop what you are doing."
