The personals ad was simple but exactly what I was looking for. It was a couple looking for a man, a guy was looking for another guy to seduce his wife. The catch was that he was going to be there. After quite a bit of back and forth, he assured me that his wife was dying for this and they had been talking about it forever. In the pictures he sent me of her she was smoldering, a well proportioned, sexy beauty that looked very much younger than her stated forty years old. We set up a time and place, and I was there waiting, arriving early for some social lubrication.
When they walked in she was at least three times hotter than her pictures. She looked about thirty and was dressed to kill, wearing a very classy dress, heels, and diamonds almost everywhere you could put them. Her dirty blonde hair was in one of those double Dutch braids. I was surprised the music didn’t stop as she sat at the bar, half the conversations seemed to as almost everyone turned to look at her. Her husband must bask in this wherever they go. As we had planned, I went and sat beside her opposite her husband.
“Hi there, aren’t you beautiful, I'm Alex.” I extended my hand, and she shook it tentatively, quickly glancing at her husband.
“Sarah, nice to meet you.”
Her husband had given me some tips but I couldn’t seem to recall a lot, her beauty had really knocked me for a loop. The thought of fucking her later, to be precise.
“What brings you here so late in the evening?”
“Oh, I wanted to go home after dinner out, but Jason here wanted to take me someplace to ‘show me off' as he put it. Jason, this is Alex.”
“Good evening sir, your wife is very beautiful.”
“Nice to meet you,” Jason said. “See honey, it's working already.”
We had agreed that I should just ignore his presence, and he would do what he could from the back end to persuade her to accept my flirtations and when it got to it, propositions.
“Well I must tell you, Sarah, if I had a woman like you I would do the same thing. Maybe even a little more.” I was proud of my forwardness, and remember wishing I could be more like this when there was no assist. She glanced at Jason a second time, who was boldly staring at the striking bartender like his wife didn’t even exist. I could tell this annoyed her. I know it used to annoy my ex.
“What do you mean by ‘a little more'?” She asked, looking at me intently while sipping her wine.
I swallowed. It was very early in the conversation, but also a good opportunity to move things along.
“Well, I don’t know if someone as beautiful as you should be allowed to be enjoyed by only one man. Excuse me for being so frank, Sarah, but let me use an analogy here. If you owned a Ferrari, wouldn’t you want to take it on a race track at least once?” She looked equal parts disturbed and intrigued.
“Are you listening to this guy J? I think he wants to take me for a spin.”
“It’s ok honey, he's absolutely right. If I owned an expensive sports car, I may even want to sit in the passenger seat while an expert took her around the track. Are you a good driver, Alex?” He smiled and ordered us all another round, as well as three shots of tequila. Sarah looked flustered and excused herself to go to the ladies room. I leaned over and told J how stunning she was, and asked if she knew about our plan. He explained she didn't, but that was the exciting part for him, and hopefully her, and that I was doing great. He said it was going to work, and I was hoping he was right. He had previously told me she was extremely sexual, and he had been intentionally holding out on her in preparation for tonight’s debauchery. When she walked back to the bar, she smiled politely if not sheepishly, and whispered something into her husband’s ear. He smiled.
“So, Alex, I don’t know if I heard your answer,” she said in her elegant French accent, “are you a good driver? It’s up to you, I suppose, whether we are talking about sports cars or women.” I caught her snicker at J in a way that looked to say, ‘he’s not the only one that can fuck with people’.
“Well, racing would be fun, but I’m not going to lie to you and pretend I’ve ever taken a high-performance vehicle to the edges of its capabilities. But fine women, on the other hand, Sarah,” I paused, both for effect, and to come up with a line that would get her. “Fine women, let’s just say I’ve blown a few engines as well as won quite a few checkered flags.” J nodded enthusiastically, smiling, and Sarah rolled her eyes, seemingly playing hard to get. But then immediately ordered three more shots.
“This man thinks he is a hotshot J, what do you think would happen if we called his bluff? Do you think my engine would survive?” He whispered into her ear, and then kissed her passionately.
“Oh you have nothing to worry about there, Sarah, I wouldn’t redline an expensive piece of… car until I had become accustomed to all her idiosyncrasies, gorgeous.” I picked up her hand and kissed the back of it, then turned to smile at the bartender. It was pretty cool not having to worry about getting knocked out by the husband, I was getting quite the thrill. I felt her put a foot on my barstool and looked down to see her legs were fairly spread open, and I could see she had garter straps holding up her hose.
“So these women, were any of them taken? Was there ever a menage-a-trois situation?” She was surely opening up. Apparently, I had chosen the right bullshit to say. Time to think of some more.
“Oh yes, threesomes are incredibly erotic. So many women and men think of doing it all the time, but only the few that actually try it are treated to a wild fantastic experience. It’s by far my favorite way to take a woman. When her husband is watching, and she is enjoying another man guilt free. Women seem to enjoy it very much as well, in my experience.” I could see I was even having an effect on the hot bartender. I would have to remember to come back here sometime. Sarah was now facing me, her husband looking delighted behind her.
“How did you meet a woman that would agree to this?” She said as she placed a hand on my knee.
“I just got very lucky, and charmed her, at a place just like this, on a night like tonight.”
J again whispered to her, and her eyes opened wide. She nodded, and said, “If that’s what you want, I want it too,” her eyes never leaving mine. He asked the bartender for the check, and she already had it ready, looking giddy on Sarah’s behalf.
“Come with us, driver. There is a racetrack across the street, and I haven’t been raced in quite some time.” The deal closed, I opened my wallet and J shut me down, saying it was all set. I had half of an erection as we walked out towards the hotel literally directly across the street. I was glad there was not going to be an awkward ride to some suburb. After getting a room from an equally as titillated young woman as the bartender, we made our way toward the elevator.
I had already lifted her dress and squeezed her ass cheek, delighted to see the undercarriage looked as flawless as her face. This caused her to squirm as her husband signed the paper, and I’m sure caused a few double takes in the lobby. When we got into the elevator, I kissed her for the first time, as she leaned back against her husband. He lifted her dress up and put a hand in her silk panties, and she let out a heavy sigh. We quickly made our way to the room.