If someone had told me that what had happened last weekend would have happened to me, I think I’d have laughed in their faces. I don’t really believe even now that that it actually did happen.
First of all, I’m recently divorced from a childless marriage and on my own again with no ties or responsibilities. It might seem that I had a lot to look forward to, but really I was kind of depressed. I hated going home to an empty apartment every day after work knowing that another boxed meal was waiting to be nuked. It got to the point that after the third day of passing the freezer over for the fridge and a cold beer. I knew that I’d have to find somewhere else to get my suppers.
I found just around the corner of my new apartment was a small diner that was cheap, fast and had fairly good food. That’s were I met Boner and Bess. She was the waitress and Boner was the cook. It wasn’t until later that we found out that we lived in the same building.
Boner was a thin small guy, always walked around with a grin on his face. Of course with a girlfriend like Bess I can see why. She was a beauty, blonde curly hair, blue eyes that sparkled when she smiled and a body that could stop traffic. I never seen her in anything less than a mid thigh skirt or less and it was plain to any ones eyes that there was no bra under her tight shirts to support those firm D cup breasts.
After a month or so of seeing each other five or six days a week we started to get more acquainted and the three of us started to have a friendship. That’s when I found out that they where a couple and that we lived in the same place. Of course when Bess found out why I had been eating at the diner almost every day I thought that she was going to cry. She started to insist that I join them on Sunday, the only day that she did cook for a meal that would put Boner’s menu to shame. I refused, not wanting to impose on their day off. That Sunday afternoon Bess pounded on my door with a plate food, insisted that I eat every little bit and turned to walk away. I watched her walk down the hall swinging her hips in shorts that left most of her ass cheeks in plain sight.
That Monday, I dropped off the plate and sat at the counter for my usual meal with thanks for such a delicious dinner. Bess beamed at me asking if I really liked it. After I finished my meal Boner came out to the front and poured us each a coffee and sat with me. It was a quiet night in the diner and we were the only ones there.
We talked about mundane stuff most of the night, the only real thing I can recall was when I asked how Boner got his nickname. Bess blushed and giggled while Boner just grinned but neither would elaborate. That’s when Bess asked what I had planned for the long weekend. I sat there in a stupor, I had forgotten all about it. Bess took that as sure sign that I had nothing planned and invited me to come along with them. At first I refused, not wanting to be a third wheel in their plans. But both of them kept insisting that they would be pleased to have some one else along and went on and on about the great cottage and lake that her parents would let them use on their own just this one weekend of the year.
It was Bess’s remark about being able to walk out the front door of the cottage naked and no one would ever know kind of started to get to me. Especially when I looked up to see the flushed look on her face. Watched as her big nipples swelled in front of me as she sighed as if remembering something.
Finally I relented enough to say that I would consider it. Both of them exclaimed great at the same time and Bess leaned over the counter to give me a hug and I felt her nipples rub into my shoulder.
“You never know,” she smiled wickedly at me, “ you just might find out why he’s called Boner.”
Needless to say I didn’t much sleep that night, thinking about Bess running out the front door of a cottage naked. I could still feel where her big nipples pushed into my shoulder. I was also becoming intrigued by the secret surrounding the origins of Boner’s name.
For the rest of the week the two of them kept at me with tales of how nice and how much fun it will be that by Thursday I relented and gave in. Bess was ecstatic to say the least, while Boner just smiled from the kitchen with a nod. Bess immediately made a list of the things she thought I should pack. Telling me that food and drink could be bought a couple of miles from the cottage and that we could all do that together when we got there.
“Just like a happy little family.” She giggled with childish delight.
I stayed at the diner until they closed it up early and went to our building. We packed everything into my car because it was larger and had air for the three hour summer ride. The sun was just starting to rise when Bess banging at my door, yelling it was time to go loud enough to wake the whole neighbourhood.
I threw Boner the keys hoping that I could have a chance to nod off on the way but Bess insisted on the guys in front so she could have all the back seat to herself.
“Watch,” snickered Boner, “ we won’t make it for coffee before she’ll be sound asleep.”
True to his word, as we pulled into the drive through Boner looked over his shoulder and laughed telling me to check it out. There was Bess in innocent sleep, facing in my direction with one foot on the floor and the other on the seat. I new she was braless under her T-shirt, as she bounced and jiggled in her excitement getting into the car. But I hadn’t realized that she was panty less too. Her shirt had slid to her waist exposing the first pussy I’d seen since my divorce. I stared at the almost invisible patch of white pubic hair at the very top of her outer lips. Saw the pinkness of Bess’s inner lips surrounding a very large, swollen clit. All of her womanhood glistened with the dampness of her excitement in the early morning sun.
She gave me an instant erection and I heard Boner laugh. I turned my head forward to see him glances at my stiffness. I looked down in embarrassment.
“I’m sorry about that Boner, “ I apologized, “ It’s been awhile and I couldn’t help myself. You’re a lucky man.”
Laughing he replied, “ Don’t sweat it man, I like to see other men get hot at my girl, why do you think we invited you to the cottage? We both like a little variety now and then.”
I was shocked at first when he said it, I didn’t know what to think. So they invited me to have sex with her, them and what did he mean by they like to have a variety?
Boner looked over at me and smiled, “ It’s totally up to you Ken, but by the way I just saw the hungry look in your eyes I’m sure you’d like to throw Bess a bone. It tastes as good as it looks by the way.”
I looked back at him, than her and back to him a couple of times before Boner turned his eyes from the road to look at me with a big smile on his face. I was still pretty much speechless not knowing how to react. Sure I’d love to make it with a hot dish like Bess, but I’d never done anything unusual, sex wise in my life.
Boner clear his throat and said, “ I guess I should be honest with you Ken and we’ll understand if decide not to go along.” He paused and looked at me for a moment before he continued, “ Bess and I like to swing, we’re also both bisexual But we do respect other peoples views and limits. We planned this weekend right after we first met you. I wanted to tell up front what we had planned, but Bess wanted to surprise you.”
