Jim smiled and said, “You certainly made quite an impression on Marie. She never warms up to anyone the way she has with you.”
“Jim, I’m sorry, I just wasn’t expecting her to be so…uh…uhm…captivating,” I tried to explain.
He just laughed, told me not to worry or even get apprehensive if Marie seemed to pay me a little more attention to me than I might think was necessary or appropriate.
I assured him I would be a perfect gentleman.
Jim laughed again and said, “Hey! Lighten relax, I’m a guy too. I completely understand. Marie got you aroused and I don’t blame you for having such a reaction to her. Hell, I know how hot she looks!”
I let that comment go without a reply. My hard-on was still there but it was beginning to subside now that Marie was no longer here.
I was just finishing my beer when Marie came bounding out onto the patio deck. Her face seemed to glow with excitement.
“Wow! That was awesome! I love your car, Michael. You are going to have to take me for a ride soon,” she said as she handed me another Guinness.
“Marie, you can borrow my car anytime you like,” I replied.
“No, I want you to take me for a nice long ride,” she giggled.
I was beginning to get a wee bit nervous about all of this as quite a few of her comments had seemed to be double entendre.
“Perhaps I can do that someday,” I replied.
“Well, right now I have a rather more urgent need and you’ll have to take care of it for me,” she said as she handed me a hairbrush.
I burst into laughter. I looked at Jim who was grinning like a “Cheshire cat” and asked, “Do I spank her with this or brush her hair with it?
Before he could reply Marie said, “Right now you can brush the tangles out of my hair. Perhaps, someday, I may want you to spank me.”
Sheepishly, I looked at Jim thinking I may have gone too far but he just smiled and said, “You heard the lady. Take care of her.”
Marie turned around and sat between my legs nestling in close between my thighs as she flipped her silky hair up into my lap.
I lifted her hair up and began to brush out the wind blown tangles. As I did that, Marie placed her soft right cheek against the inside of my thigh and looked over at her husband, Jim.
“Do you want to explain this, Darling, or shall I,” she asked him?
“I will, sweetheart,” Jim replied.
“Michael,” Jim began, “I don’t know how to explain what is happening but for a very long time I have had what can, at this point, be best described as a fantasy of seeing Marie have sex with another man. She and I have discussed this on many occasions and until today she has never been willing to even try it. Neither of us is “teasing” you. I want to see it and it certainly appears Marie is ready to do it for me. I hope you are not offended by this and will not be upset with either of us if, for some reason, we cannot go through with it at the last minute. I will try to explain more of this later but will you please consider doing this for us?”
“It is certainly a strange request but I am certainly very attracted to Marie and I will consider it over the course of the afternoon. I also promise both of you that I will not be upset should either or both of you decide not to go all the way with this,” I replied.