Dinner with the man she had sex with today. Huh.
Of course I wanted to meet him! “Yeah, let’s do it.”
She texted back, and her phone quickly dinged. She cocked her head, doing a mental calculation, then asked me, “The restaurant in the hotel, in 30 minutes?”
“Sure,” I replied. “Let’s hit the shower.”
We were a few minutes late, largely because the shower led to a quickie that slowed us down.
Simon was waiting at the reception desk, and – like me – seemed a bit uncomfortable. I thought about it from his perspective; ‘Here I am, about to have dinner with a woman I slept with today… and with her…’ Her ‘what?’ I wondered. I wondered if she described me as her friend, her lover, her companion, her… Her what?
He was half-a-dozen years younger than me, in a little better shape, a little shorter. I tried to imagine whether he was good looking, but never was great at figuring out what that meant. He was certainly presentable. We shook hands, exchanged names as though we were meeting for the first time (well, we were, but we already knew each other, kinda sorta). The host took us to a table, and offered us menu and took our drink orders. It turned out that Simon and I were both bourbon drinkers.
As soon as the host left, Rayna got straight to the point. “Let’s not make this awkward. Yes, Mike, Simon knows about you and me. Yes, Simon, I told Mike about our day together. And your invitation to spend tomorrow with you. It’s… strange, I know, but I had a great time with you, Simon, then I had a wonderful time with Mike. And unless Mike has an issue with it, I would indeed to love to spend time with you again tomorrow.”
There it was, out on the table.
Before either of us had a chance to respond, our waiter came with drinks, introduced herself, and described the specials, and then was off.
Both Simon and I took long pulls at our drinks, while Rayna look back and forth between us.
We were sitting at a booth; Simon and I on the outside edges, and Rayna between us.
Ever the coward, I decided to avoid the topic for a bit, and asked Simon where he was from. The discussion quickly morphed into the type of conversation you’d have with someone you had just casually met, not someone who had his cock in your lover just hours before. Simon was smart, educated, and easy to talk to. I quickly realized why Rayna had enjoyed a conversation with Simon that quickly led to our bed.
The desultory conversation continued through ordering dinner, a second round of drinks, and then starting in on still sizzling steaks.
After a brief lull in the conversation, Simon said that it seemed like I was really okay with what had happened. His tone of voice suggested surprise. I answered the implicit question.
“I’m a little conflicted, though not much. I started reading cuckold stories, and hot wife stories, and expected to be repulsed, but found that they turned me on.” I paused, and started my third drink of the evening. “Rayna and I have talked about them, and…. And, well, here we are.”
Simon softly smiled. “I’ve had a fling or two with married women, but it always very, very discreet. Knowing that they were married was actually part of the excitement. This is a little different, because of you knowing that… well, you knowing.”
The drinks were lowering my inhibitions. “Knowing that you are enjoying Rayna’s body while I’m in boring meetings?” I smiled. “Instead of getting mad or upset, I was seriously turned on all day. And, it looks like tomorrow will be a repeat.”
Simon raised his glass, and both Rayna and I raised ours in a silent toast.
I turned to Rayna, and asked, “What was the best part of today?”
“Do you mean other than waking up in bed with one man, spending the day with another, having a quick round with the man I woke up with, and then having dinner with both of them?” She laughed.
We hadn’t talked details, but I was curious. “Give me a specific; a moment with Simon that stands out.”
She thought for a moment. “He likes my toys, like you do. Some men would be put off, maybe intimidated, by them, but he likes them. And there was a time when he was using the blue vibrator on with me, with his mouth on me at the same time…” She blushed at the memory.
Simon agreed that she had quite enjoyed that, and asked her for a specific thing that she had enjoyed with me.
“I never got out of bed after you left. When Mike came in, he was hard and ready… but he used his mouth on me, too. I think he liked the fact that you had just been inside of me, but either way it was incredible knowing that he was tasting you.”
“And you, Simon? What was your favorite memory from today?”
Simon thought for a moment, swirling the last of his bourbon in the glass. “It’s hard to separate any of it. But Rayna’s raw passion… just how much she loves sex, both giving pleasure and getting pleasure… was incredible.” I knew what he meant. Boy, did I know!
Simon brought us back to reality with a teasing question. “So, you had sex with her yesterday morning, then I had sex with her during the day, then you had sex with her before dinner… isn’t it my turn?”
I put a small amount of steel in my voice. “Nope. You get her again tomorrow. But she’s with me tonight.”
Rayna interjected, “Do I get a voice here?”
Well, of course she did. Good point; we were talking about it as though we were making decisions for her.
“Here I am, between two men. Yet neither of you are touching me. I suggest that you both scoot a little closer, then we order dessert. Afterwards … well, Mike and I will be going back to our room together. But maybe somewhere between the restaurant and our floor, we can find a semi-private place and I can express my … my appreciation for dinner to Simon.”
I was hard. I suspected that Simon was, too. We both scooted closer to her, and I put my hand on her thigh. A moment later I felt Mike’s fingers brush against mine as he put his hand on her other thigh.
Rayna smiled, and said, “Dessert is going to be lovely,” as she spread her legs slightly.
Thank goodness for tablecloths that serve as privacy screens.
Simon and I took turns caressing her thighs and her swollen pussy lips, which were growing increasingly moist, while all of us tried to pretend that nothing was going on. We shared a couple of desserts three ways, and when the check finally came, we stopped playing around.
Rayna gave a playful pout. “I’m gonna want more of that soon.” I promised to do my best to please her.
We left the restaurant, and agreed on a brief walk through a nearby park. Rayna was between us, holding hands with both of us. In the park, the sidewalk was too narrow for the three of us, so I dropped back, leaving them together and holding hands. A few minutes into the park, Rayna pulled off the path, gently pushed Simon against a tree, and leaned against him, her mouth on his.
I had wondered if the reality of it, of actually seeing her being intimate with him, would break the spell. But it didn’t. It elevated it. I stepped up close behind her, gently touching her, my hands on her hips and then sliding upwards, tracing the outlines of her body, touching the edges of her breasts which were pressed against Simon.
They were like a couple of college kids, making out with one another, but with Rayna acknowledging my presence by reaching around behind her with her right hand, caressing me whilst kissing him, rubbing my cock through my slacks. It quickly got to the point where I was literally about to come in my pants, so I stepped back, out of her reach, and simply watched the two of them.
Finally, Rayna pulled away. “I swear, Mike, if you don’t take me back to our room right now, I’m going to bend over a park bench and have Simon fuck me right here!”
I have to admit that I considered saying, "Go for it," but instead said, “Then let’s go.”
Rayna asked Simon what his schedule was for the next day, and he said he had an early morning conference call, and would be free by 9:00 or so. She leaned in, kissed him again – briefly this time – and said that she was looking forward to it, then turned to me and said, “Take me to bed.”
I did.
We did not make love that night; we fucked. It was hard, fast, urgent. There was a pause when we talked about the next day, and then another round of urgent sex before we were spent, then fell asleep in one another’s arms.
To be continued...
