Saturday Night at the Foshay….
Bovis a vita, he thought, The Life of a Bull. He sipped his Crown and water at the bar as he waited for Mary's husband to call. As he waited, he went through a mental checklist: first time with another man, first-time threesome, first time shared, and first time recorded. This was an unusual and welcome change from other recent encounters.
Mack McDonald and his wife Mary looked forward to an adventure in their twenty-third year of marriage. With the kids grown and gone, they looked back at what they had missed as a young couple. They surprised each other when they admitted they wished for more sex partners before marriage. Although sexually content, they were curious about experiences they never had. They talked openly about what sex might have been like with other people they knew "when they were young." Sometimes, while viewing adult websites, they imagined what it would be like to have sex with a man or a woman on the screen. These shared fantasies led to sexy and good-natured banter. When it was evident both were excited about threesomes, they decided it was something to try.
John Bull paused with his glass at his lips as he considered the email exchanges. They were diligent. They asked the right questions. They knew it was vital they be a good fit. It went well by email; photos were exchanged along with a brief bio. Mack suggested the three of them meet a week ago on a Friday night. John proposed that he and Mack should talk first. If Mack did not like John, there was no sense meeting Mary. Mack admired John's approach. Mack wanted the right-of-first approval. If the bull they chose was an asshole, it would ruin the experience for Mary and him. They were emotionally invested in their search for a third person, and Mack did not want Mary disappointed in any way. Mack's job was to protect Mary, and he took his job seriously.
During the previous Friday's interview, John asked them why they chose a two-man threesome first. They looked at each other and smiled.
Mack said, "We flipped a coin. 'Heads' meant two men, and 'Tails' meant two women. The plural innuendo was too good to pass up."
They were bright and funny.
Now eight days later, John was sitting at the bar with his Crown and water, waiting for their call. He knew it would take time for Mack to set up the video equipment and for Mary to dress for the evening. John arrived 20 minutes early himself. He wore a dark suit and cuffed white shirt with his trademark African bull elephant cuff links. Symbolic of his role but not overstated, the cuff links and the story behind them were a conversation starter if one was needed. The black and bold red designer tie carried off his confident look. He looked like a million bucks, but he was worth more.
John wore Papi's low-rise briefs underneath his slacks. The Brazilian style lifted his member and hugged him. His balls and cock were more prominent than average, and the contour pouch projected them forward, giving him a side-to-side swing as he walked. The effect was "tasty," according to another wife John knew.
Pasha de Cartier was his cologne. He scented his shirts and his Papi's before dressing. He also pumped once or twice at his trousers above the knees. Light and lasting, John would catch women testing the air to find the source of his scent. He would catch their eye, smile, and nod. John was confident in attracting women but never arrogant. He didn't approach seduction without the greatest respect for a woman. In fact, his respect towards a woman intrigued him enough to seduce them. Tonight, though, was all about Mary and Mack.
The plan was for Mack and John to escort Mary from the hotel room to The Prohibition Bar, one as her husband and the other her lover. Attentive and engaging, Mack and John would woo her with public displays of affection. There was no certainty a threesome would happen. After all, Mack and Mary could back out at any time, but if all went well, perhaps tonight would meet everyone's expectations.
John contemplated ordering a second drink, thought better of it, and looked around The Prohibition Bar. The best bar in Minneapolis for risky behavior. The customers are successful people. The rooms have high ceilings and tasteful décor; perfect backdrops for home movies and sexcapades. Well-dressed men and women were not so unusual as to cause a stir. There were plenty of cocks stirring, too, with all the tail at The Prohibition.
John Bull prided himself on his arrangements. He and Mary were good together. The daily flirting and challenges turned out precisely as he wanted. Mary was an incredible tease. On Tuesday, when John challenged her to remove her panties and perform erotic poses at The BookHouse in Dinkytown, she exceeded his expectations. She spread her panties on a chair and took pictures to send to John and her husband. Then Reed Waller and John gave her a series of poses to hold at The BookHouse window while Reed sketched her. When sending a picture to her husband, she said, "See what John made me do today? "
Her husband Mack got a thrill out of the week's events that led up to tonight. John's version of a scavenger hunt for adults pushed the boundaries of marital sex that Mack and Mary had lived with for twenty-three years. Every day, John gave them two challenges; Mack and Mary had to complete one. The choices were a mixture of exhibitionism, voyeurism, verbalization of desires, masturbation, and challenges to be met with strangers. A camera was ever ready to record the experience; evidence for John to see later. One night Mack confided in an email to John how erotic it was to plan and carry out these challenges. Mack confessed that he enjoyed sending pictures of their adventure to John. John knew this before Mack did, but he was pleased when Mack admitted it. John knew, too, that Mack was counting coup on him. It was one-upmanship to show that Mary belonged to him and not John. He was pleased to see that he and Mack shared this trait. Counting coup was necessary, and John enjoyed it the same way Mack did. This was a good sign.
Mary herself got a kick out of saying to her husband, "Here is what John planned for us today" or "John wants me to…" and "John would like you to…." Mary and John had conversations about how important it was for Mack to be comfortable with him before threesome intimacy.
John suggested Mary encourage Mack to write him emails after each challenge.
"It'll arouse him to write down what occurred. Each time he writes, he shares you with me, making us special friends and not strangers. My hope is that Mack sees me as his confidant, and we can talk openly about sexually providing for you."
The first set of challenges was simple enough, with Mary either doing a pizza dare or showing off her cameltoe. Mary chose the latter, and John received a good picture of the two of them standing in The Living Room Bar of The W at Foshay. It was full of people and, of course, Mary's labia were well defined in the photo. The results were excellent.
Later challenges were more daring or more challenging to arrange. Mack and Mary accepted a challenge to record her giving jerk-off instructions to Mack. John received an 18-minute video of Mack stroking his cock with Mary's encouragement. In that video, Mary was sitting up in bed with a strap-on. She gave Mack explicit stroke-by-stroke instructions and used show-and-tell to let him know how much she wanted him to cum on her tits while John Bull was eating her pussy. She said she wanted to take Mack's cum off her tits and spread it on his cock. She explicitly told Mack she wanted John's cock to deliver Mack's cum deep into her pussy. John's cock would be the tool that put Mack's sperm into her. Mack was pushed over the edge when Mary said that sucking John and tasting Mack's cum would be the best gift Mack could give her. He pumped fast and shot his load.
Mary giggled, scooped some onto her fingers, then held it up to the camera, saying, "John, this is all for your cock."
Mary was an incredible tease. Mack said this was the first time she had been so 'sexpressive,' and it was the first time she had ever given him jerk-off instructions.
Mack and Mary were a bit hesitant about challenges with other people. Still, John knew this was a defining moment for the couple. Would Mary passionately kiss another man, and would her husband accept it? That was a yes. Would Mary stroke another man's cock through his trousers? Another yes. Mack sent videos or pictures almost nightly of their completed challenges to John.
The Sunday Before: When John Bull was chosen for a threesome
"How did you and your wife choose me?"
John always stood when speaking on the telephone. His voice was never casual when he was on his feet.
"We wanted someone slightly older than us, had a different body shape than me and shared enough common interests to avoid any awkward conversation. Mary was pleased to see you had three adult children, were divorced, you enjoyed adventure vacations, and that you were physically active, but not overly so."
"And you?"
"I didn't want an asshole. I wanted a man who would work with me to give her a great experience. He had to be well-rounded, a man who lives life fully and who would respect the gift that my wife and I offer. "
"Fair enough. I respect this gift of your wife from both of you. Do you happen to know if I look like someone from her past?"
Mack spoke his words slowly as he considered this question. "Hmm, I didn't think of that. Not anyone that I know of anyway. There are more reasons for choosing you, and excuse me if this offends you, but I was looking for a man under 6 foot tall with a cock less than eight inches long."
"Not offended, but why?"
"Ego, I guess. I wanted her to experience two men, but I was uncomfortable that the man might be taller and larger or longer than me. You are a couple of inches shorter than me in height, have a hairy chest and legs, and thick thighs. She and I wanted a man with a different body shape than I have. It made no sense to choose a man who looked like me. I thought that would actually be creepy."
"I hear you. You both must be comfortable with me or whoever you choose. My experience is that her first time should be about sixty percent you and forty percent me. She will relax and appreciate that she is sharing this event with you and that it is not just something happening to her with you as an observer. Do you follow me?"
"Precisely what I want, too."
"Then it's important we talk a bit specifically about what you want and what you would like to happen during this marriage adventure."
"I like that phrase. A marriage adventure sounds good."
"Then let's use that instead of threesome or wife sharing, okay?"
"Yeah, I'm good with that."
"So, during this marriage adventure, tell me what you would like."
"Well, I want it to be exciting, of course, and erotic, but also interesting. But most of all, I want it to be natural and not awkward in any way. I want both of us to really enjoy the experience."
John nodded in agreement but, by telephone, Mack did not know this. "It isn't exciting if we just meet for sex. To be a natural experience, we should be good friends who know each other well enough to enjoy a first time with each other. We should all look forward to it. That means that we should spend some time with each other individually and perhaps with all three of us together in a fun way before we have sex together. Suppose you and I and Mary intend to have a memorable marriage adventure. In that case, we should see each other or talk to each other almost every day, and we should have some shared experiences. I already like you, and I think that you and Mary chose me because we have things in common. Are you up for getting to know me more?"
"I think so. What did you have in mind?"
"Well, for a start, how about you and Mary come to my place for dinner? I will cook, and we'll play cards or games or just tell stories. No sex, just friends getting together, and maybe we will learn a little about each other. How about 6:30?"
"We can do that."
"Great. Do you mind if I make a suggestion about what to wear?"
"I might."
"Not like that. I like the way you think, Mack, but I meant that you should choose what Mary wears, and she should choose for you. Wear something that will tolerate spills and drips. I think we will have fondue and I would not like to see any clothes get ruined. It might be a good idea, too, if you both bring aprons. Mary might need something of her own to make her feel more comfortable. If possible, Mack, you should be clear with Mary on what she should wear. She will like the fact that you are choosing. I know Mary will choose clothes that make you look good. Women do that automatically. You should decide what you want to see her wear. She will want you to be happy with what she wears."
"I understand." Mack paused before continuing. "I am not sure how to begin our evening next Saturday. We want it to be special and not awkward."
"I have an idea you both might enjoy, and it should prevent things from beginning awkwardly. Let's you and I escort Mary to cocktail hour. She can make it obvious that you are her adoring husband, and I am a lover and that both of us accept the situation. From our previous conversations, it seems she could carry this off. We'll have appetizers and cocktails and flirt with displays of affection. Are you and Mary comfortable with PDA, public displays of affection?"
"We are with each other, of course. But I had thoughts that this… opportunity… would be a private beginning, and I am less sure that I want others to see our relationship."
"Mack, you and Mary set the rules. I will follow them. I think that if you are unsure about PDA with the three of us in public, you are less likely to enjoy a threesome where we are much more intimate. It may help if we spend this week in a sort of scavenger hunt for adults."
"You mean as teenagers do?"
"Sort of. It is more like testing boundaries where it involves others in erotic play."
"So, how does this work?"
"I will call or email Mary and you with two challenges each day for five days. You and Mary will choose one of the challenges each day and complete it. You will take pictures or figure some other way to show me the complete challenge. It's straightforward, but you and Mary will learn if you are both ready to explore a threesome arrangement. It is one thing to talk about, but you will find out if you are comfortable with your wife being playful this week. Some men can't deal with it, and others see no problem. If all goes well, we will have a terrific Saturday night, but if you, or Mary, learn you are not yet ready, you will hit the reset button before things go too far."
"This is a good idea, John. For both of us, I think."
"Mack, I think you're going to love this. You will be surprised at how close you and Mary will become and how intimate it can all be as you plan and perform these things together."
John paused slightly and then continued. "There's something else."
"Ball torture?" Mack teased.
John smiled. "No. Not so bad as that. But it requires you and Mary's permission."
"Yes?"
"I'd like your permission to privately text your wife or call her a few times between now and Saturday."
"Why?"
"To flirt."
"Flirt?"
"Yes, if she is to enjoy this experience, I should not be a stranger. My boundaries are that I will tease her, but I'll never be crude or offensive; I will be suggestive. I may give her personal challenges to accomplish, and I will respect any other boundaries you wish to put in place. Did you want to think about it and talk to her also?"
"Yeah, I think so. What do you mean by personal challenges?"
"I want to give her challenges to do daring things during the day - something she would not normally do - in addition to the marriage adventure. I want you to be pleasantly surprised when she does them. "
"Okay, I am curious now. I will talk with her about this, too. Don't be an asshole, John."
"Never, Mack. This is about you and her and a little about me."
"Okay, I'll let you know tonight after we talk about this."
"Also, I wanted to talk to you about one more thing, but you should not discuss it with Mary."
"Oh?"
"I don't know what the two of you might like to do in bed on Saturday night, and we will kind of figure that out later, but there is one thing I want to bring up. It's about the taste of a man's cum."
"I don't follow you."
"Well, the taste of a man's cum depends on what he consumes. If you want Mary to enjoy the taste of you, I have a few suggestions to make."
"I haven't had any complaints, John. Is this more about you than Mary or I?"
"This is always a difficult conversation, and no, it isn't about me. This is about you. Are you on any medications? No? Good because that affects your taste. During this week, if you want Mary to enjoy the taste of you on Saturday, then don't smoke anything, don't drink coffee, and, please, reduce your salt. These three things affect the taste of your semen negatively. In a positive way to improve the taste, eat two thick slices of pineapple, one pear, and a quarter cup of pistachios every day. It is better, of course, if we had two weeks to reset your system, but this will make a massive difference in how you taste. "
"I never heard such bullshit in my life. How do you know this?"
"From a macro-nutritionist, I once knew. She didn't like the taste of her husband's semen, and she began to study how foods affect bodily fluids. Of course, this is a personal testimony and no scientific study… but she would not let me finish in her mouth unless I went through a cleansing and detox regimen. Then I had to follow a sodium-restricted diet and consume the three Ps for a week. She said it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know you are what you eat. She said hunters all know the difference in taste between twig-fed deer and corn-fed deer. Men and women are like that, too. You are what you eat. Reducing your salt intake lowers the salty taste, and we all know how bad stale cigarettes and old coffee taste. The pineapple will add sweetness, the pears sweeten, soften, and round the taste, and the pistachios add a, no joke, character to it."
"Are you serious, John? No bullshit? Are you fucking with me?"
"Well, it works. You ever taste your cum, John? Truthfully, now, what man hasn't? Well, I can tell you that I will eat my cum from a woman now, and I would never have done that before. And, I have not had a complaint from any woman about my taste since I adjusted my diet."
"I don't know, John. This is pretty far out for me."
"Hey, Mack, it's up to you. Some things just make sense when someone tells you something, and you think about it for a while. You are what you eat. I'm just giving you the benefit of my life experience."
"Okay, I will think about it. I hope you're not being an asshole, John."
"I'm not. But, hey, you and Mary should come tonight, and you can judge for yourself over dinner if I'm an asshole or not. Deal?"
"Dinner is still a good idea, John. I promise to think about what you said."
After hanging up, Mack and Mary talked about John's dinner suggestion. Mary thought a casual dinner was a good idea. The fact that John wanted to know Mack more was appealing to her. She wanted to learn more about John, too. She liked John, and she hoped it would go well between the three of them.
Mary chose the slim-leg black jeans with a heathered shirt that fit Mack well. He had a swimmer's body on his six-foot-two frame, and his long arms looked strong when his sleeves were rolled up above the elbow. The print and color would not show any accidental oil drips. Mary knew he would not be a mess by the time dinner was over.
Mack had to be guided a little bit, but he chose well with the low-rise cranberry skinny fit slacks that shaped her hips and tapered her legs. A fun, plaid, V–cut, short-sleeve top which hung loosely would give her freedom to stretch out; she eventually gave in to Mack's insistence that she not wear a bra. She asked him why. He said he wanted John to see her breasts swing freely when she moved. Mack was showing her off; this was his nature. She knew he enjoyed it when she received admiring glances. He saw it as proof of his manhood that he could attract a beautiful woman. But when Mary chose aprons for them to take, she decided on one that covered her breasts more. She did not want John to think poorly of her. His respect was essential, but she also needed to respect herself. Mary was sure that John would have aprons for them, but Mary would be more comfortable if they brought their own.
6:30 Sunday evening: Dinner at John's
John's condo was an elegant mix of Minneapolis chic and modern erotica. Two powerful erotic paintings, one man fully erect and one woman with open legs, dominated the front room. Still, there were other touches of sexual experiences, too, like the smaller and less conspicuous photo series of erections and labia outlined in spandex. Rose-colored silhouetted sex acts practically blended into the walls. Simply put, the room was breathtakingly erotic in an upscale way. Artistic representations of human physiology and sexuality in sculpture, prints, and painting were abundant but not overwhelming. Rose and gold and floral themes overall, the mix impressed everyone who saw it.
John hugged Mack like a brother and kissed Mary on the cheek. Both were stunned by the beauty of the room; John took a moment to let it all sink in. He answered their questions about the two life-sized sexual nudes. John told them that a Minneapolis artist had a fondness for painting erotic art under a pseudonym. John was fortunate enough to receive these paintings from the models who commissioned them. John did not explain why they were a gift, but it was apparent there was a story that led up to it. He escorted Mack and Mary through an archway into the kitchen and dining areas. A tall table with linens and high-backed chairs sat to one side. Adjacent was a large square of exercise mat with seats surrounding it. There was a series of large black-and-white photos of animals with erect members surrounding that space: an African elephant with its penis extended a full 50 inches, a giraffe with an erection, a short-horned bull ready to mount a cow, an extended stallion, and, incongruently, there was a dachshund on its back showing his swag in all its glory.
The kitchen was modern but not overwhelmingly so. A work surface bordered between the kitchen and the tall table. Lighting, candles, and music made the room comfortable and inviting.
"I hope you like the crooners as much as I do. Sinatra was one of the best, especially during his middle years. If you want to change the music, let me know.
"Mack, would you mind pouring a glass of wine for Mary and yourself while I begin dinner? Just sit here at the work area."
John began to pull out the filets, chicken, and shrimp and cut them for dinner. He talked about how he enjoyed cooking for others. Mack and Mary put on their aprons to help, and soon all three of them were cutting, cleaning, and conversing. All of them laughed at some of his cooking misfortunes. They stopped at times to refill their glasses or look at adventure photos on the walls. John in scuba gear, John outside a yurt in Mongolia, and John resting in a Larsen camp on the Serengeti.
The picture of John near the pyramids led to a conversation about Cleopatra's seduction of Julius Caesar. John explained how Cleopatra had herself delivered nude to Julius Caesar. She was rolled up in a carpet. John talked about Cleopatra's use of sex to secure her position as ruler of Egypt.
"There are stories how the 'nose of Cleopatra' was responsible for Cleopatra's dominance of Egypt, but if you look at the images of her, there is nothing remarkable about her nose. The phrase was a euphemism for her clitoris. Some believe that her Greek ancestry gifted her with a large clitoris and hood. It made her more responsive to men and women. Both Julius Caesar and Marc Antony liked it apparently."
Mary noted that in each photo, John was alone but said nothing. Mack and Mary talked about their trips to Broadway, the Albuquerque balloon festival, and their kayak trip around Key West. Almost two hours had gone by, and everyone was feeling good with each other. A second glass of wine plus good conversation made time fly.
Mary's curiosity finally got the better of her. "Is there a story behind those animal photos over there?"
"Yes, they're a gift from a photographer friend. She had a personal project to take pictures of the Walts of larger animals."
"The what? I never heard the expression 'Walt' before. Where did it come from?" Mack's curiosity was also piqued.
John smiled. "I picked it up from the photographer. She used the term to describe the erect penis of large mammals. I asked her why and she said something like, 'Penis is a weak word for cocks over 7 inches, plus you can't seriously use the word 'cock' in a PowerPoint presentation.'