It was Saturday and Marissa was getting dressed. Saturdays for usually involve me playing poker and Marissa sitting at home watching television. However this Saturday was going to be a bit different. You see, Marissa was getting ready for our first threesome in some time. About three works ago we met Jorge on line through on of the online ad sites that we joined. We started corresponding and finally agreed to meet.
We arrived about fifteen minutes early at the restaurant which gave us enough time to get settled, run through last minute issues, and go through our plan for the evening. Jorge arrived smartly dressed with a single red rose for Marissa and a bottle of wine. The conversation started out social and I could see that Marissa was enjoying the extra attention that she was receiving. It was not long before I could see where the evening was going so I decided to take the decision to progress the conversation towards our planned threesome. Jorge was taken a bit off guard by my forthrightness but I could see that Marissa appreciated it. Being in a public place we had to keep the tone of our conversation low and had to stop when anyone was within ‘earshot’ of our table. However it did not stop of discussing what we would like to do and what our limits were in regard to any sexual contact. After a few moments it became apparent that Jorge was appreciative of the discussion happening earlier instead of later. Once we completed our ‘business’ we waived for the waiter and split the bill.
Having driven to the restaurant we gave Jorge directions to our place and he eagerly followed us. Luckily being a Saturday night and living in small town traffic is not a problem. Driving back to our place I could see that Marissa’s breast had become perkier and there was a hint of musk in the air. To me I knew that the thought aroused her without having to say a word. We arrived and Jorge was right behind us. I fumbled for the keys and opened the door.
Walking inside Marissa disappeared unexpectedly but I suspected she wanted a few moments to prepare herself and to change. Jorge sat in the kitchen with me as I opened the wine he bought and we talked for a few minutes until Marissa came down in her robe.