The First Date

 I put up a re-post of the time a good deed in giving a co-worker a ride home led to a nice little reward and you can read it here.  The time line is similar to what I'm about to tell you now.  

I had a lot of things going on during this time.  My wife and I were getting very close to the point of actually moving from the phase of fantasy talk about sex with another man.  Our bedtime conversations, centered around a close buddy of ours, a former co-worker of mine who happened to be going through a divorce.  He had already moved out of his house and into an apartment.

To give some backstory, several years earlier, this guy had lent me a porn tape that featured a cul de sac of families where the wives were all sneaking around fucking all the husbands.  This was the first time I started up with the idea of my wife and I trying wife swapping or anything like that.  My suggestion to swap with the couple next door to us, very close friends, was immediately shot down by my wife.

My suggested ideas for moving toward this lifestyle took quite a path of fantasies - delivery guy, maintenance guy, all the usual strangers who might have sex with my wife while I was at work.  After years of these conversations in bed, our fantasy narrowed down to this one guy, and the bonus was, he was someone who spent a lot of time with us.  

He would come over to watch basketball games which meant we'd drink a few beers and chit chat.  He and I had established an understanding well before this that one, I got off to the idea of him sleeping with my wife, and two, he seriously wanted to fuck my wife.  Bonus, my wife loved flirting with him all the time.  Added bonus, this is back in the day of Polaroid Cameras, my wife would let me share naughty pics we'd taken with him.  This was the perfect caldron of sexual tension brewing. 

So as I established in the post about Carpooling, I worked shift work which often meant, I was working during holidays.  We had just finished the Christmas holiday and a day or two before New Year's Eve, my buddy called me and asked if I'd consider letting my wife go out with him.  He was going to be all alone, and since I was going to be working over night on Christmas Eve, my wife would be home alone with the kids.  If she could get a sitter, maybe she and him could go for a drink and at least not feel left out.  

My response to him was, "Yes! And maybe you two could have sex!"

Of course, I was serious and he knew I was.  When I asked my wife what she thought, she was dismissive of the idea.  But within a day or two of talking about it, she was setting rules.  She'd go with him to a bar, but they were strictly friends, there'd be no tomfoolery, no shenanigans, and certainly, no sex between them.

On New Year's Eve, the young sitter arrived, I got ready to head into work, and my wife reassured me several times that nothing was going to happen.  I on the other hand told her at least a dozen times that if anything did happen to happen, I just wanted to know the details.  This is back way before cell phones and instant messaging.  So I made her promise that as soon as she got home, to call me at work.

I had an erection that lasted more than three hours without the use of any medicinal help.

When I got to work, it was me, the carpool lady and one other NCO.  He told us that nobody expected anything work wise and that he was probably going to set himself up on the couch in our break area and sleep.  I could not have been more pleased with his laziness.

It just so happened that the carpool lady had plans for our own New Years celebration and she had brought in several of those little mini sampler bottles of whiskey.  By 10PM she had already gone to the restroom and removed both her bra and panties and was dressed in her Air Force blue blouse and blue skirt.  

My hard-on continued.  

I had been telling her little details about how I really wanted to have a threesome with my wife and this buddy of ours.  And in fact, as we sat there at work sipping on mini bottles of Jack Daniels, the two of them were on a date.   

For some reason, this little revelation upset her.  Her reasoning was, if it was supposed to be a threesome, why did the two of them get to go out and have sex by themselves?  I tried to assure her that, while I told them both I didn't mind, I doubted very seriously that would happen.  Maybe kissing.

By now, our NCO in charge was sound asleep and the two of us were off in our area.  My co-worker was scooting down in her seat and raising her skirt to show off her beautiful Hispanic pussy.  She kept telling me it wasn't fair that my buddy was probably eating my wife's pussy as we speak. And before long, I was eating my co-worker's pussy and she had no problem grinding her married cunt into my face.  This wasn't the first time we had played this game, and it wasn't the last.

After probably 45 minutes of back and forth, me eating her, her sucking my dick, me licking her nipples, her sucking my dick, we were startled by some movement in the monitor that showed the front door of the office.  We hurriedly got ourselves together, tucked now empty whisky bottles into her purse and I raced to the front area only to realize it was one of the military security guys making his rounds.  

The NCO did not wake up during this at all, and I walked over to the TV that was on in the lounge and switched the channel to one of the New Year's Eve celebrations.  No doubt Dick Clark at the time.

My co-worker had had enough fun for the night and said she was going back to the ladies room to put her bra and panties on, and so she did.  I eventually went and washed the pussy smell off my face and sat waiting for the phone to ring.  

I often go back and think about those days of waiting agonizingly for the phone to ring for some important news.  These days, if the phone doesn't ring, you just text message the person and say, "Any news?"

Around 1AM, the phone rang and it was my wife telling me she was home and going to bed.  Of course I asked.  "Did you do it?"

My co-worker sat there giving me the look of, "Tell me, tell me!"

"No, we didn't do it.  I'll tell you everything when you get home.  Happy New Year's!"

I would learn the next day that my wife and my buddy went to two different bars.  They went to one bar that was known as a "swingers bar" back then.  They were intrigued at the people all older, you know, like in their 40's and 50's.  But aside from a bunch of people having a normal NYE party, there was no sex taking place.

They stopped in at another bar that had the same sort of party atmosphere amongst the regulars which made my wife and buddy feel a little out of place.

Eventually, they made their way back to his apartment.  While this could have a been a perfect opportunity for them to fuck, they were both worried that I might have a negative reaction.  According to my wife, and I still believe it (since I asked him for details the next day, and it was pretty close), they did kiss and make out a bit.  Eventually, they laid on the carpet of the living room and he played with her tits through her shirt and bra.  She rolled on top of him and she could feel his erection as they dry humped.  

I was of course, disappointed in that, I would have loved to have my wife tell me they had incredible sex.  But, the good news was, that date was enough to give her confidence that I really did want this to happen.  It was not long after the date that the three of us had our first MFM threesome.

As for the co-worker, it wasn't too much longer after that the carpooling thing took place.  I would learn later that she had had actual sex with several of the guys in the office.  Everyone agreed she had a great pussy.  Oh, how I loved the 1990's.