“Butchart Gardens is five or six miles down the road. I’ll hire a car and driver,” I said.
“That’s fine.”
I worked my trusty phone and made the reservation.
“What time do we have to leave on Sunday?” Jeri asked.
“The ferry leaves at five PM, so we have most of the day to look forward to. Perhaps you’d like to go to the spa and have a nice massage?”
“Being pampered is always good.”
“Why don’t I schedule a Couples Retreat? Three and a half hours of pampering.”
“Sounds lovely.”
I made that reservation as well, not too early. I wanted to start the day with some good sex, so ten AM.
After tea, we strolled through the hotel, checking out the health spa, pool, whirlpool, the honey bee hives and the turn of the century ambience; the previous century. It was almost like stepping back in time. If it weren’t for the modern amenities and services, you could be in Victorian England.
******
We met Tom Hathaway at six and were seated a couple minutes later.
“Order anything you want, Tom. I’ve got the tab.”
“It’s not necessary,” Tom said. “I can manage on my own.”
“Let him pay,” Jeri said. “He’s doing penance for being a douche bag.”
I laughed. “Really, let me pay. It will make Jeri feel better if I suffer a bit. Jeri, would you like to share a Chilled Seafood Plateau?”
“No thanks, I think I’ll have the Cedar Wrapped Barkley Sound Salmon.”
“Then I guess I’ll have the Sterling Silver NY Steak with grilled tiger prawns. The Seafood Plateau is too much food for one.”
Tom decided on the Grilled Pork Tomahawk and since we were all eating strongly flavored food, I ordered the Silent Bishop Merlot, made in British Columbia.
After ordering, we chatted a bit. Tom was a successful businessman, who’d grown up in Washington; in the east, near Spokane, went to UW in Seattle, and settled there. He’d been close to marriage a couple times, his first fiancée dying in a car accident about three months before they were to be married. Then the second one, becoming addicted to pain killers after a knee injury. Jeri talked about her career. Our food was delivered.
“What’s your marital story anyway?” Tom asked.
“We were married for about six weeks, then had the marriage annulled,” Jeri said.
“Marriage wasn’t what you expected?” Tom asked.
“No, it was what I expected, but I was a serial cheater,” I replied. “Slept with three other ladies, including her best friend, which was the final straw.”
“Why, man? Jeri seems incredible.”
“She is incredible. Any man would be lucky to have her. Intelligent, warm, except when you fuck her best friend, sexy, good looking, dynamite in bed. I’m just not made for marriage. I’m a hunter, a chaser; I can’t be faithful for the rest of my life. I made it about a month, then mucked it up.”
“Are you trying to get back together?”
“Oh, no,” Jeri said, “once bitten, twice shy. I still care for him, but he’s definitely not marriageable material. He sleeps with about seven to ten new women every month. No, Brick is a fuck buddy, nothing more.”
“Seven to ten new women a month?”
“Or more. We were out to dinner this past Monday, and he figured he’d screwed nine different ladies in the last week,” Jeri said. “Was aiming for a tenth. Just missed out on her. Going to take care of her sometime this week though, with her husband’s permission. Her husband can’t make babies, so Brick is going to give them one.”
“My God!”
“I know, right” Jeri said. “It’s amazing to me how easily he plucks them from the tree. Husbands hide your wives, fathers hide your daughters. He can’t be trusted around women.”
“Well, if you’re not getting back together; do you mind if I ask Jeri out on a date?” Tom asked me, trying to ensure he wasn’t stepping on my toes.
I looked at Jeri. “Not if you don’t mind sharing her this weekend,” I said. “After Sunday night, I guess she’d be all yours, in a manner of speaking. At least not mine anymore. I don’t know what her future plans are.”
“What do you mean?” Not quite understanding my statement.
“He means he intends to fuck me six or seven more times this weekend,” Jeri said. “And if you were to ask me on a date now, you’d be splitting time with him.”
She looked back at me, smoke in her eyes, sultry smoke.
“And this is okay with you?” Tom asked Jeri.
“It’s half the reason I came,” Jeri said. “He’s a very good fuck buddy.”
“But, I’m perfectly willing to share,” I said, “although that’s more Jeri’s decision than mine.”
A smile played on her lips.
“You mean like a threesome?”
“Or maybe take turns,” I said.
“Have you ever done this before?” Tom asked Jeri.
“I’ve had a threesome with Brick and another woman, but not two men. Brick has tried to convince me to have one before, and I am thinking about it. I haven’t quite made up my mind yet. To be honest, if I were home, I probably wouldn’t, but this is a vacation, so I’m more inclined to consider it.”
I raised my eyebrows at her. She smiled sweetly. I thought to myself, she’s going to do it.
Tom was speechless, unable to think of anything else to say. Jeri and I kept chatting though, about the hotel, the quality of our room, the things we planned on doing. Tom would respond to a direct question, but was participating little. We’d managed to flummox him, and he hadn’t quite come to grips with the, not quite asked, invitation, hinted at, but not explicitly expressed.
We were having an after dinner brandy, nearly done, and I’d already paid the bill. Tom realized the meal was about to end.
“Uh, how would one, uh, go about it?” Tom asked.
“Go about what, Tom?” Jeri asked, amused by his discomfiture.
“Uh, go about a, you know, a threesome.”
“What? Here in the dining room?” Jeri teased.
He blushed. “You’re making fun of me, aren’t you?”
Jeri drained her glass, stood up, and took Tom’s hand. “Not about the sex, Tom. Only about the level of tension it’s given you. Come with us.”
“I can’t stand up,” he said nervously. “I’ve got an erection.”
“If you expect me to suck it down here to make it go away, Tom, you’re sadly mistaken,” Jeri said. “It’s either come with us now, or give it up, because I intend to be fucking in the next ten minutes.”
I drained my glass and stood up as well. I’d been anticipating fucking, but had more control, because it wasn’t unexpected. Tom got to his feet, following Jeri as she led the way to the elevators. In the elevator, Jeri kissed him, rubbing her spectacular body against him. It didn’t do anything to relieve Tom’s erection, which to outward appearances, seemed to be a decent size. I led the way out of the elevator, since I had my key out. I opened the door and stepped aside for Jeri to lead Tom through the door, heading straight for the bedroom. I put the Do Not Disturb sign out again.
Entering the bedroom, Jeri had started kissing him again, unbuttoning his shirt. Her dress buttoned in the back, and I kissed the nape of her neck before undoing her buttons, lowering the dress to the floor so she could step out of it. All she had on was a garter belt, stockings, and some of the sexy underwear she’d picked out during her shopping spree at Nordstroms.
Tom’s shirt was off, and Jeri was working his belt buckle. She pushed him down on the bed, so she could remove his shoes and tug his pants and jockeys down, releasing a decent seven inch cock, hard enough to drill holes.