The Thursday Before:
John wrote an early email to Mack and Mary about the two challenges for today.
Good morning to both of you,
You are having a great week completing these challenges. I know from your emails and pictures that you both are enjoying this adventure. Your first challenge today is to spend half an hour naked in any outside sport. You may pick any sport you like but you both must be nude. There is kayaking in Lake Calhoun, running on a trail, taking a hike, perhaps swimming on a beach or having a game of badminton in your backyard. Just about anything you can think of as an outdoor sport qualifies but you must both be nude for 30 minutes. Pictures required, of course.
The second challenge is a telephone threesome. On Saturday, we will be together for real so this is a good ice breaker to have a sexual experience with me without me being present. It works like this: Mack calls me when you are both in bed. Put on the speaker phone. It is a shared intimacy that gets everyone comfortable and personal before Saturday.
Let me know what you decide.
John Bull
John called his tailor and confirmed Mack’s suit would be ready on Saturday. It cost extra for this level of service but it was always worth the money. The pictures and video of outdoor sex from Mack were a pleasant surprise. Obviously, the photographer was the person who Mary shared her secret with on Tuesday. John was pleased because it meant Mary and Mack would not be shy with him on Saturday night. John was also pleased to read Mack’s lengthy email about Fort Snelling State Park. This was the first time Mack was sexpressive towards Mary as he described how he felt with his cock in Mary while Anne and two men watched. John returned an email and congratulated Mack for controlling the public sex and for the quality of the photos and video. He complimented Mack also on his email and told him he had a flair for sexual descriptions in the hopes that Mack would go into more detail next time. It always aroused John to read the words of a husband describing sex with his wife. It told John a lot about their relationship.
John went to the kitchen and made himself another cup of tea. He drank only Market Spice Cinnamon Orange Tea. It was an oily tea, cinnamon heavy, redolent with orange. It was thicker than most coffees brewed by the baristas nearby. Unfortunately, he was unable to find this tea in Minneapolis. He relied upon a favor from a woman in Seattle’s North Queen Anne area to supply him. John could buy it on the internet, of course, but he enjoyed owing a favor to this woman; it was always a special time when she cashed it in.
Returning to his desk, John called Mary at precisely eight o’clock. “Good morning, Mary. I am a little early. Do you mind?”
“Good morning, John. No, this time is fine. If you are calling early then I am guessing that today’s personal challenge requires an early start?”
“Exactly so, but tell me please, were you comfortable with the outdoor challenge yesterday?”
“Well, it wasn’t going well at first but once we connected with Anne everything fell into place, like the location and the picture taking.”
“That is good news. I presume Anne was your photographer. She must be trustworthy if you and Mack invited her to do the recording.”
Mary’s eyes twinkled. “We do or at least we better trust her. Anne and I have known each other a long time and I helped her with several relationships and a bad marriage. She is in a good place now. So tell me what my personal challenge is today?”
“This morning, I would like you to role play a fashion consultant working with me to help dress a man for his date next week. This challenge is all about you having physical contact with a man.”
“Would that man be you by any chance?”
John smiled through the phone. “Wouldn’t that be premature?”
Mary mustered all her innocence into a single phrase. “Are you saying you don’t want to be premature with me?”
“Shall I make you premature on Saturday night? Would you like to try that?”
Mary became serious for a moment. “Is it possible for a woman to have a premature orgasm?”
“Yes, it is. “
“You mean that women can orgasm early, right?”
“Yes, I can do this with you, once or twice, for the experience. I’ve helped women learn to orgasm early to match her husband’s timing and I’ve helped men to orgasm later to meet hers.
“We’re getting sidetracked, though. The challenge I have for you today is a turn on but it is for you to turn on another man from head to toe. In this challenge there is a little role play. The man will come to lunch and you and I will pretend to take his measurements and choose clothing for him to wear on his date. What he doesn’t know is that you will actually touch every inch of his body through his clothing.
"Your mission, Mrs. Phelps, if you choose to accept it, is to be a professional consultant engaged in some unprofessional conduct with a very good looking man."
“I haven’t physically aroused another man on purpose, ever. What will Mack think about you asking me to do this… and who is this man?”
“I think Mack will love it when you tell him about it. There’s no sex but if things go well you will have your first experience touching another man. It will be a safe place and a safe experience.”
“I don’t know what that means exactly but I want to be sure there is no sex involved. Did you talk to Mack about this?”
“No. He has no knowledge of this. This is a personal challenge for you. There is no sex and this man will not touch you. I think Mack will be astonished, amazed, and aroused if you choose to tell him about it. How about this: you come over at eleven o'clock, dress in something fashionable with accessories. We will go over a few things in advance. He will arrive around noon and we will have a light lunch. If you are comfortable, I’ll suggest we take a few measurements. If you are not comfortable, I will set a date for him to return another time. Does that work for you?”
“You didn’t tell me who this other man is.”
“He is a friend of a friend that I am helping with his confidence and his sense of style. He is an agronomist by training and works in sustainable agriculture projects. “
“Like a farmer?”
“No, like agribusiness. He doesn’t grow crops. He oversees sustainable agriculture investments. Like produce, like wineries, like olives, or beer hop production projects, like finding new ways to harvest existing crops and bring them to market sooner or better or fresher. About 40% of the world’s landmass is capable of producing some type of agriculture for people. That is his garden. He does not have much time to socialize and needs a little help with that.
“Got it. And it’s just lunch then unless I say otherwise?”
“Agreed. Just lunch and maybe an opportunity to earn a few extra points in personal space. And if it doesn’t turn out, how about I take you to 50th and France for a little shopping?”
“Extra points for personal space? I have no clue what that means either but I can do lunch and shopping if nothing else. If that is okay with you, then I am in. See you at eleven.”
Mary hung up with John and toyed with her butt plug. Her body accepted it a little easier each time. She could not imagine having an orgasm simply through anal sex but she wasn’t going to rule it out either. In the heat of the moment, who knows what a body will do? Some women orgasm through nipple play and others do not. It is just the way people are made.
She left her butt plug in while she showered and masturbated. She was thinking of sex with John, of wearing something fashionable, and she focused on the idea of touching another man’s body. She brought herself to the brink twice before climaxing. There was fullness with the butt plug inserted inside. She wasn’t quite sure if it was her thoughts about John’s cock or the butt plug but her climax with her shower vibrator had a different feeling but it was not like the OMG moments she had seen in the home videos. Putting the plug and the vibrator away, Mary considered whether perhaps Mack’s or John’s cock might make all the difference on Saturday night.
Mary called Mack about ten o’clock and asked what his thoughts were: nude sports or a telephone threesome? Mack said he preferred the telephone threesome. Mary agreed. He thought that nude kayaking was a really good idea but just not today. Mack said he liked the idea of teasing John a little, too. After all, it was now four days of sex-oriented thinking and doing. A little at home time with Mary was good for the two of them. He wanted intimacy.
Mary dressed for lunch and for John. She wanted John to see how sexy she could be and she wanted to be eye candy if they went shopping. She thought about rocking her look in yoga pants again: in for a penny, in for a pound. She wore the micro-thong but with dark blue yoga pants and she paired them with a steampunk bustier she had worn once to a costume party. She accessorized with gold jewelry. Gold sandals complimented her look. She added a silk shawl that added flexibility to the wardrobe and a little mystery but did not hide anything she intended to show off. A steampunk vixen, she bent over at the waist and checked her cleavage and her Cleopatra in the mirror. This’ll work, she thought.
Promptly at eleven, John let Mary into his apartment and greeted her with a peck on the lips. He complimented her outfit noting the clear definition of Mary’s cameltoe and cleavage.
“Nice, very nice, you are really rocking that cameltoe look. I almost wish Mack was here. He would love to see me drool over you.” Mary was pleased by his attention. In the kitchen area, John had a couple of trunks opened and a table set up with a few items on it. Props for the event, John had already selected clothing that Emil Harrier, the agronomist, would take home with him.
John went over the scenario with Mary. Emil was American by birth but his parents were French. He had spent many years working around the world. His wife passed away 5 years ago. It was a Cargill woman who asked John to help Emil with his style. She intended to introduce him to her family. They had met at a corporate event and seemed to hit it off.
Emil had spent too many years with sustainable crop farming. He needed a little guidance with clothes and a reminder about women. Mary would tutor him in both. Mary asked John if this is where the extra points came in. John nodded.
“It does. According to what I am told, Emil is under-endowed and has a confidence problem. I thought a good approach is to talk about clothing and penises from a woman’s perspective.”
“Oh, that could be difficult. I don’t have experiences with other men, let alone smaller ones, but you know that. Mack and I were virgins and while I have seen the small dick videos on the internet, I have never experienced one.”
“Excellent. If you said something silly like ‘it doesn’t make a difference’, I’d have had to pinch you, because it does, you know. It makes a difference. It only makes a small difference in the pussy while it can make a large difference in the mind of both partners. “
“Well, now you have me confused.”
“Internet pornography sometimes gives a distorted perspective because you can only see cocks and not experience them. And it doesn’t help that some of the porn is faked and some actors are overly expressive. In truth, though, if you look for the amateur and the authentic, the internet has done more to show real sex than the movie industry ever did.
“When it comes to undersized men, people get it wrong. Undersized men need to be paired with undersized women. You are skeptical, I see that. You don’t have to take my word for it. The Kama Sutra says there are three sizes of vaginas and penises, and the true internet authority, Wikipedia, even gives dimensions.”
“How do you know all this? Are you making this up?”
“I don’t think I could make up half the things I know. But for some interesting penis stories, the older, sexually active women know the most about big and small dicks. They unanimously favor older, small-dicked men. They don’t want to spend an hour getting something up that then falls down before they finish. Older women prefer age-appropriate smaller-sized and even under-sized men.
“Would you like a tip about romance and old fashioned sex? One of the most romantic and sexy things that ever happened to me was a seventy-two years young woman who bought herself a bottle of Calvin Klein’s Obsession and spritzed her wheat with it before our dates. “
“Seventy-two? Really? And wheat?”
“Seventy-two, really and truthfully. One of the most sexually honest women I ever met. Ever seen a wheat field with the wind rippling across it? When I am oral with a woman, I breathe slowly on her to simply enjoy the look of her wheat moving. Anyway, when she knew that I liked that cologne, she would scent herself for me. I found it romantic and told her so. I adopted her habit after we separated. My recommendation is that you wear your husband’s cologne for special occasions. He will love it. But of course, it has to be a scent that both of you enjoy. I wear a woman’s perfume on my underwear sometimes."
Mary was puzzled, “Why perfume?”
“I want a woman to feel comfortable and safe and surprise her with a scent that she will recognize.”
Mary was aroused imagining John between her legs and breathing on the wheat of her pussy. She wondered what Mack would think if her wheat was scented for John Saturday night. She might surprise them both.
Mary nodded that she understood about the choice of scent and then said: “Emil is coming soon. What is it about this adventure that I should know?”
“I will introduce you as my fashion consultant and will lead most of the conversation about the size and capabilities of a penis. When the time is right, I will ask you to measure him for custom fit clothing. For extra points in this personal challenge, begin at the top of his head and caress or massage his body down to his feet. Come up with a reason to touch him and make him erect. We will have Emil try on different clothing and you will compliment him and explain why certain things look good on him. You may be a little nervous and you don’t have to do this but it is a good way for you to feel another man’s body and to explore your attraction to it. It will also help Emil to know that women are not focused on the size of his cock as much as they are on him and his relationship to them. Size is not a reason to reject a man from your bed; a poor attitude and poor performance are.”
“This is quite a stretch for me, John. I’m not sure. You want me to touch another man to help him with his insecurities about his size? I don’t know. I am okay with being eye candy, not so sure about touching him.”
“No worries. If this is a stretch for you, we will not go forward. Would it help if we have a safe phrase, like “Macintosh Plaid”? If you say Macintosh Plaid, I will bring the fashion consulting to a close, no personal measurement will be taken, and I will reschedule Emil for another session. This is part of your marriage adventure and it should not be uncomfortable for you in any way.”
Mary was uncertain. “Hmm... Macintosh plaid and we stop? Okay, but no guarantees.”
“No guarantees. I am good with that. If you decide to touch his manhood, be sure to give a reason and ask permission before you do.“
“John, I have to tell you that I would not do this normally. I trust you to protect me.”
“You are safe with me at all times. I am a travel guide in this adventure. This moves you a little outside your comfort zone but not so far that you will be apprehensive or afraid. It is just a man that you will be touching in a safe space and a safe place.“
The doorbell chimed.
“Ok. Big hug now before we open the door to our adventure.”
Mary reached for John and held him close. She pressed against him as his arms pulled her in. His embrace was honest; she absorbed him, all of him. She felt him caring for her and realized she cared for him, too. At that moment, she knew she was safe whenever she was with John.
John opened the door and there stood a genial giant of a man with twinkling eyes. Mary had a good feeling about him.
"Bonjour, my name is Emil," came out in a French baritone.
Mary was delighted. They had chemistry, or biology, or agronomy or whatever. Mary took an instant liking to him.
Thursday evening
Mack and Mary were enjoying Manhattans on the patio as a mixture of steak pieces and oil-coated vegetables were cooking on the grill. A fruit salad sat on the table and Mack saw that Mary had mixed cherries and peaches with the pineapple and pears. He thought about telling her about his experiment and then thought better of it. Let it be a surprise if it worked and if it did not then there was no harm in eating fruit for a week. It had been a long day for Mack at work and it felt good to unwind in the back yard with just Mary.
Mary, on the other hand, was up and down, moving about, checking things, and touching things. Effervescent. She touched Mack every few minutes. Hand on back, hand on arm, leaning in. She was all shorts, halter top, hair flips, and smiles when she cupped his butt and patted it. She was definitely turned on.
“You seem in a good mood today. Is there a particular reason?”
“There might be.”
“And are you planning on telling me about it?”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
“I’m thinking that tonight there may be a perfect moment for you to hear about it.”
“Oh?”
“I’m not saying another word.”
“Ok, then. Should we talk about our telephone call with John tonight?”
“Not really. I mean, I know I want you to end up with a body-wrenching orgasm screaming my name but I don’t really want to plan too much of it,” Mary teased.
“I was thinking the same but it would be you screaming my name.“ Mack paused and then continued, “I confess that I am enjoying this week; really enjoying it. Every day, I want to see what John has planned for us; what challenges there might be. John said that I would find myself closer to you as we do these challenges. It's true. Like today with all the baloney at work that we are working through, I found myself taking a mental break with you and thinking of the memories we made this week. This has been good for me.”
“I know, right? I felt very close to you every minute of the day this week. Even now, I want us to share things together we have never done before. I feel safe… and protected… and adventurous all at the same time. If anyone had said to me that one day we would have telephone sex with another man, I would have laughed in their face. But I am looking forward to it tonight. I want John to know that you fuck me because I choose you to fuck me. And the fact that he knows about it because you chose to let him know about it, makes it more delicious. Wait. That sounds weird but I feel you are proud of me this week and I am proud because you are proud of me. I am sure there is some psychological meaning to all this but I don’t care. We are a team and that is important. We are together in this and I could not be happier about it.“
“That‘s how I feel, too. I want other men to be jealous that I am married to you and I want them to drool every time they see you with me. And when you are not with me, I want them to wish that you were. I want them to think that if they play their cards right, you and I might give them a glimpse of the relationship that we have. Later, they can go home to their partner or spouse and think about the gap between what they have and what we have.“
“Now that sounds like my husband’s testosterone talking. But that is what I love about you and about us.“
Mary then sat on Mack’s knee and kissed him.
When they broke, Mack asked, “If John had asked for a video call tonight instead of a phone call, would you have wanted to do that?”
“I don’t think so. You?”
“No, but I want to hear why from you.”
“It would be like a sex interview, wouldn’t it? I don’t want that.”
“I was thinking the same thing. This is not us auditioning for John.”
“We agree. But I will tell you that it is kind of sexy to know that John will be listening.”
“I think so, too. I am okay if you moan a lot and shout my name so John can hear,” Mack teased.
“Well, what if I moan a lot and then call John’s name?” Mary teased back.
“I will bust your pussy to remind you who I am.” Mack held her tight.
“You better say that, big guy, and you better do it, too. I expect nothing less.” Mary held Mack tight.
God, I love this man, she thought.
“Let’s eat outside. How about making us a second drink?”
Thursday evening about 9:30 pm
John had initially considered Skyping but rejected it in favor of the telephone. There was something to be said about keeping the nakedness, the nudity, the revealing of each other to Saturday night. There’s only one first time. And the first time of almost everything is the beginning of a life-long vector. John wanted to control that vector so Mary and Mack would enjoy the experience, savor the memory, and have their first threesome in a positive and uplifting way.
John had always thought that sex should be fun and soul-consuming in a way that rewards each partner with body-shuddering climaxes. There were different types of orgasms, of course, and any orgasm was better than none but extraordinary climaxes with a third person created a sexual vector; a beginning and a direction that added to human sexuality.
Swingers knew this. Sex is a life experience and not a ritual to be performed between two people on holidays and vacations; and it certainly was not a task to be checked off the To-Do list. John recalled his bitter feelings when he learned his ex-wife’s calendar had a code for which days she would have sex with him. It ate him up to know that he was relegated to an appointment like getting her nails done or a perm for her hair. His ex-wife was a good person but her desire for sex had waned to almost nothing with John by the time she was thirty-nine. John was looking at forced celibacy for the remainder of his life. He tried everything he could think of to re-capture the spark she once had for him but there was no cure. She loved him but was not in love with him anymore. John stopped trying in the third year of a sexless marriage and took a lover. Discreetly at first and eventually not so discreetly and then finally, he was discovered and they divorced. After the divorce, she did not date but she filled her life with friends and family and activities. John’s children said their mother was happy and John believed it to be true. He wondered if they told her that he was happy, too.
John poured a couple of fingers of Bailey’s into his glass. He had written down the three things he hoped to accomplish tonight. He read them several times along with re-reading Mack’s emails and watching Mack and Mary’s jerk off video a few times. John ticked the three objectives off on his fingers again: establish intimacy, expose them to taking sexual directions, and engage them in verbalizing and vocalizing their desires to each other and eventually to him. Everything that happened tonight was to improve the comfort level with each other as partners. If it was awkward or uncomfortable, then Saturday night would not go either; if it went at all.
