“OK, how about it if I agree to one, just one time?”
“That’d be a good start, I guess, yeah.”
“OK, Abby, I agree to a one-time thing with one female of your choosing.”
“Oh, Honey, thank you, thank you,” she squealed as she hugged him. “You have no idea how much this means to me and I’m sure it will mean a lot to you and to us together, too.”
“Just to be sure, this is for me and you are not looking for any action yourself?”
“Nope! Crazy, huh? But I want this for you. I’m done with other men, but I want you to have had more variety, like I said.”
“So, how are we going to go about this, anyway?”
“Well, I’ve been anticipating you’d say yes eventually so I’ve been thinking about it. I have someone in mind. Nah, I won’t tell you who it is just yet. I need to get her to agree first. Once she does, I’ll let you know. If it goes OK, would you consider a second and third time?”
“Let’s just do this once, OK? I’m still not sure about this at all, but I gave my word and I’ll do it once.”
“Oh, Honey, it’s going to be OK, I’m sure and I’ll bet you’ll agree to more. Let me get to work on this and I’ll let you know.”
—–
A week later she came home from work with a big smile on her face. Even though it was his turn to cook, she invited him out for a quick dinner at a local Italian restaurant. Halfway through her second glass of wine she smiled at him and said, “It’s all set up.”
“What?”
“Your date. Remember Suzanne from when I was the maid of honor at Julie’s wedding? You know, one of the bridesmaids?”
“Uh, yeah, blonde, big up top. Who could forget her?”
“Well, she’s agreed. Her marriage went tits up, no pun intended,” she giggled, “And she’s available and told me she’s horny. She couldn’t believe me when I asked her but I convinced her it’s legit and all.”
“So, how’s this gonna happen?”
“You, my fine man, and I are going to drive to Centerton. I’ll drop you off at a little hotel downtown while I drive on out to my folks’ place. When I leave, I’ll swing by to pick you up. I figure I’ll kill two birds with one stone: visit my parents while you get your date.”
“Won’t they want to know where I am?”
“I’ll tell them something believable. You know, no one over there knows you and I’ll make sure to keep Mom and Dad out at their place, so you can eat out without worrying or anything.”
“And when are we talking about?”
“Saturday after next. We’ll get there late afternoon; she should already be there and you two can get reacquainted. You’ll have until noonish or so the next day. What you do during the time together is up to you two.”
“And while we drive back…?”
“Oh, I’m sure I’ll want to know the big picture, you know, how was it, but I’d not want any details. We’ll talk about my parents, work, you know the usual stuff.”
“So that’s it?”
“Yup. Easy, huh?”
“I guess. So, in eleven days it’s a go?”
“Yup. But don’t forget me in the meantime,” she chuckled as she reached across the table and grabbed his hand.
—–
The drive to Centerton took a couple of hours. The two chatted about work and their plans to re-do the front garden. Only when they neared the city did she bring up the topic on both of their minds.
“We’re almost there, Hon. Now, she’s checked into room 401 and is waiting for you to arrive. You have dinner reservations at six downstairs. After that, well, it’s all up to you two. Oh, and don’t worry about costs. It’s all on my card, so enjoy.”
“You’re still serious. This isn’t some elaborate scheme to see if I’ll stay faithful?”
“Nope,” she said as she pulled over into a mall parking lot. “I am dead serious. Suzanne is waiting for you. I’m sure it will be a bit weird at first but both of you know I want this to happen. You still in?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Good,” she said as she pulled back onto the road and drove to the hotel.
Once they arrived he stepped out and grabbed his travel bag as she came around the car. “Hey, Honey, have fun. Relax, have a few drinks and enjoy yourself. Oh, she told me she’s clean and on the pill, so you should be good.”
“So, this is going to happen?”
“Yes. Here’s where I say good-bye. Have a good time and remember, I love you.”
“Love you, too.”
“I’ll text before I get back here but I’ll plan on picking you up around eleven to eleven thirty tomorrow. Bye, Sweetheart,” she said as she gave him a sweet kiss and a short, warm hug. As she drove away he turned to enter the hotel. It was fairly old dating to the early 1900’s and had been remodeled extensively. A small boutique restaurant was off the main lobby downstairs and there were three floors of rooms above. He strode across the lobby and took the elevator up to the fourth floor. At room 401 he paused before knocking. He heard the chain rattling before the door opened.
Suzanne was a tall, stunningly beautiful, blonde woman about his age. A shy smile was on her face and her wavey hair cascaded down to just above her breasts. Speaking of breasts, hers were quite generous without being huge and they fit the rest of her figure, which was a bit fuller than Abby’s. She had on a modest dress that started below her neck and stopped at her knees.
“Hi, Tom. Come in,” she smiled as she gave him a tiny, one-armed hug.
“Uh, Hi, Suzanne. How are you?”
“A bit nervous, to tell the truth.”
“Yeah, you and me both.”
Once in the room they sat in comfortable chairs next to a tiny table. They looked at each other for a few seconds before they both laughed quietly.
“How weird is this?” he asked.
“Pretty weird. Yeah. So, let’s be absolutely clear about this. She wants you to have sex with me. Right?”
“Yeah. What about you?”
“Well, yeah, I’ve had just two-fingered tangos since my divorce and having a real guy, well, that sounded pretty nice to me. I couldn’t believe it when she called and after beating around the bush, she flat out asked me.”
“What’d you say?”
“Oh, I turned her down at first. No way I wanted to get involved in a stable relationship. But she kept pressing and finally I agreed to meet you here and see what happens.”
“So, we don’thave to do anything, right?”
“Well, no. I guess not. We’ll just wait and see. Let’s get dinner, relax, have some wine and see how the evening goes. OK?”
“Yeah, sounds good to me.”
She put on some makeup while he put his clothes away before they turned towards the door. Halfway down the hall she slipped her hand in his. They were silent in the elevator but once they were seated at their table, they both opened up, no doubt aided by their first glass of wine. Fairly soon they were sharing their life stories, joking and laughing. Once two bottles of wine were gone and the shared dessert plate was finished, they looked at each other and smiled.
“Would you like to go back upstairs?’ he asked.
“I’d love to. You know, I can’t remember the last time I’ve had so much fun and I think I’d like to, you know, have more fun upstairs.”
“Yeah, me too,” he answered as his mind raced. He was actually going to sleep with her, no, correct that: He was going to have sex with her.
She took his hand again after they stood up, gave him a chaste quick kiss on his lips and led him out towards the lobby. Back in the room they stared awkwardly at each other for a few seconds before she excused herself to go to the bathroom. He pulled off his sport coat and shoes while he waited. Once she came out, he went in to take a leak and brush his teeth. He stared at himself in the mirror telling himself it was OK; Abby wanted him to do this. The lights had been dimmed and Suzanne was wearing a sexy, slinky gown that hugged every curve. Her beaded nipples protruded and teased him and a long slit in the gown revealed a curvy, sexy thigh. She had opened a half-bottle of wine and held out a glass to him.