She said she’d asked him for contact details, for a possible return engagement, and he refused, saying that he’d maybe see her at the club, hook up again, but otherwise no contacts. No strings. That’s the usual pack-drill at the club, he told her. Anonymity. Randomness.
‘Well,’ I thought to myself, ‘have to get back to the club again really soon.’
Meanwhile we had the inbox full of responses to our ad in ‘Then’ — an absolute avalanche!
Lily and I took them all over to an appointment with Dr. Tran, and Lily also was able to relay her experiences with the two men Cindy had recommended, plus our ‘Ian’.
“I’m glad you came along, David, to share Lily’s experiences with me, “exclaimed Dr. Tran. “I must say, I’m ecstatic! You’ve had three men, Lily, and two of them have been wholly positive experiences, both men you’d like to fuck again. Too bad Peter turned out to be an arrogant asshole. But two out of three, that’s wonderful! I guess a life of celibate frustration isn’t looking very likely — not like when you first walked through my doors.”
Lily nodded and smiled happily and gave me a hug. “I guess,” Dr. Tran continued, “it’s not like you loving David’s big cock up inside your vagina, but it’s much much better than nothing. Now, let’s look at these responses to your ad.” She riffled through the emails, over seventy in all, on my laptop screen. This took some time, and I could tell by Dr. Tran’s expression, the periodic drawing in of breath, the tut tuts — she was not impressed by the collection. Having read through them all, Dr. Tran asked, “what do you make of them? Lily?”
Lily thought about it for a moment, then replied, “I’ve been reading them over and over as they accumulated in the inbox, and I haven’t come upon one that I’d care to reply to, I must say.”
“Any thoughts about them, David?”
“What struck me about them,” I replied, “is how reticent they are. Our ad gave Lily’s age, hair colour, some description, and details about me, together with Lily’s wants explicitly stated. All they seem to want is more details about her, pictures, etc. They offer nothing about themselves. Who are they, and why do they want Lily?”
“Absolutely right, both of you!!” cried Dr. Tran. “Very perceptive. I’d throw them all in the trash. They read like they’re from a bunch of old-age pensioners, wankers, fantasising about a luscious young woman, hoping to get their rocks off. Pardon my French! And by the way, I have nothing against old-age pensioners. My father is one. But he doesn’t write crap letters like these!”
“Oh, well, nothing ventured, nothing gained,” sighed Lily. “We still have Kupid’s Korner, and David’s idea for a barbecue and pool party, which might result in some promising single men.”
And thus it went forward, over the next several weeks. About once a week Lily and I would go to Kupid’s Korner. Most times she would be able to hook up with a different promising looking single man, sometimes not. Some of the men agreed that I could watch and participate, while others preferred privacy. I was okay with privacy, since Lily’s first private experience had turned out so well for her. Lily was getting lots of fucking with her various men, an active sex life, and I know she needed sex. But there was something missing, as she confessed to me.
“It’s the random, slam-bam-thanks-mam nature of these meetings,” she said. “When we go to Kupid’s Korner, we all know that it’s because I want to fuck. A guy who’s there ‘cos he also wants to fuck picks me up, we chat and dance and drink and maybe have a bite to eat, and then I go to a hotel room with him (or him and you), and we fuck, a lot. No strings attached — probably never see the guy again. Don’t even know his name. The only difference between me and a whore is that I don’t get paid. What’s missing is any human element!”
I gathered my dear wife in my arms and gave her a fervent kiss. “Makes me, accompanying you, sound like your pimp. But I get what you’re saying. It’s so impersonal. But Kupid’s Korner is there, for a fall-back. If you feel like you absolutely need a fuck, and there’s no other option, it provides a safe, fully tested, anonymous venue. And I’m always there with you!!”
Lily paused for a moment, then replied, “maybe what we need to concentrate on is our barbecue swim party!”
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And so we bent our minds to that event. I had recently been promoted to a higher executive position in the company, different division, so it was a natural opportunity to have an event that was at the same time a ‘goodbye, and thank you’ to former subordinates, and a ‘hello, and welcome’ to people who would be my new subordinates and colleagues. I drew up the guest list with Lily, who knew some of the former employees, and we pared it down to twenty-eight invitees. All of them were highly educated executives, ambitious to get higher on the corporate ladder. Some were married, and we knew they would bring their wives, but eleven of them were single or divorced men. Our invitation emphasised: ‘and your partner (if you have one) — if not, you’ll be very welcome if you come alone’. RSVP.
Came the replies, enthusiastic to meet us, enjoy some sunshine, our large swimming pool, hot tub, and garden, together with my talents at the barbecue and the bar. Of the eleven singles, five indicated that they would bring partners, while six hoped it would be okay if they came alone. “OKAY!” breathed Lily, when she looked at the list.
Turned out to be a BIIIG party! — about forty partygoers, all ready for a good time in our large private garden, on a Thursday night. Ready for a swim in our large pool, for some sun, some laughs, some snacks, some beer, wine, gin-and-tonics, pina coladas…you name it. We’d hired a bartender to look after that, and he kept the drinks flowing smoothly. Then a picnic barbecue. Conversation flowed easily and I could see that Lily was in the thick of it, greeting, conversing, circulating…all in that wonderfully brief bikini that showed much much of her, and promised much more. She was, I know, surveying the single men, in their speedos, sizing up their bulges (which often seemed to grow when they talked and joked with her).
Some of the guests, pleading that they couldn’t swim well enough, begged off the round-robin water polo match that we set up. Four teams of seven players each. Tried to get equal numbers of men and women on each team, and I managed to get Lily on a team with three of the single men. Opportunity knocks… I was the scorekeeper.
The round-robin meant each team played the other three teams, so we set up short matches, six minutes per game. Didn’t want to wear anybody out. The winner would be the team with the highest total point score. Fast and furious the action was, with lots of full body contact. Lily, an excellent swimmer, was always in the thick of the action, surging back and forth, challenging opponents (especially men) and having great fun.
Suddenly, it wasn’t fun. Lily began thrashing in the water, screaming, obviously in distress. One of the single men, Rick Knowles, sitting at the side of the pool, shouted “SHE’S GOT A CRAMP!” and launched himself into the water. A powerful swimmer, he surged over, reached Lily in seconds, gathered her in his arms and propelled himself and her to the edge of the pool. “Help me lift her out of the water!!” he shouted, and several people assisted to get her onto the edge of the pool deck.