Chapter 17
Roxy gave Larry a festive smile and said, "Well, darling, you've had Carla and me three nights this week, and you appear to be holding up well."
"I'll probably grow old before my time," he replied. "You two are quite a burden."
"Oh, darling," she chuckled, "you're never old until your cock doesn't work, and I've read about guys in their eighties fathering children."
"And when I'm eighty, how old will you be?"
"Don't start that again, darling, I don't care about the difference in our age. It's Friday, and you don't have to work tomorrow. Want to do anything special tonight?"
"Do you remember Eric Spenser?"
"How could I ever forget him? At your last office Christmas party, he followed me around like a little puppy, waiting on me hand and foot."
"He thinks you're just about the best thing to come along since sliced bread. If you really want to do a threesome with another man, you ought to think about him. He's a nice guy, and I know he would be willing. Eager, even, judging by the way he carries on about you."
"Really? A girl always-likes to know somebody else appreciates her. How do you feel about it?"
"I don't have any problem with it," Larry said. "How could I, after you invited Carla to party with us?"
"Oh, I'm sure a lot of guys would have all sorts of problems with it, darling. They think it's fine if they screw other girls, but pitch a fit if their wives even hint that they might like to spread for other guys."
"Well, I'm not one of them," he said.
"I know you aren't, darling. Carla is right, you're a very special guy. But we don't have to play tit for tat. I invited Carla because I wanted her, too." She grinned impishly. "I don't think that applies to you and another guy."
"No, it certainly doesn't. I'd like to do it for you."
"Do you remember those naughty photos you took of me when you got that instant camera, the ones where I was showing off my tits and pussy and playing with myself?"
"I keep a set of them in my coat pocket all the time," he laughed. "You'd be surprised how much taking them out and looking at them brightens up a dull day."
"Why don't you show them to Eric and see what he says about me?"
"He's already seen them, sweetheart. I was looking at them the other day, and he walked by and looked over my shoulder. I was going to put them away, but he'd already seen them, so I let him hold them and look at them really good."
Roxy perked up and smiled wistfully. "That makes my pussy wet," she giggled. "What did he say? Does he think I am some kind of pervert?"
"No, he doesn't think you're some kind of pervert. He said he thought you're just about the most breathtaking girls he's ever seen, and any girl who poses for her husband that way has to be a really hot piece of ass. He apologized for being so crude, and I told him not to worry about it, you are a really hot piece of ass, and you wouldn't take offense either."
"I sure wouldn't," she laughed. "Just thinking about it makes me so wet, I'm going to stain the back of my dress. If you're willing and he's willing, when can we get together?"
Larry looked at his watch and grinned. "Oh, in about an hour," he said.
Suddenly, a jillion large fluttering butterflies swarmed into her stomach. "An hour," she exclaimed. "Oh, Larry, my hair is a mess and I have no idea what to wear."
"Your hair is never a mess, and what difference does it make what you wear? Eric has already seen you naked. Well, pictures of you naked, to be exact, but they certainly didn't leave anything to the imagination."
"Why didn't you give me more time to think about it?"
"You've had plenty of time to think about it," he replied. "How much time did you give me to think about a threesome with you and Carla?"
"That's different," she objected. "A guy doesn't have to think.. .he doesn't have any trouble screwing another girl his wife brings home for them to play with."
"Have you ever heard of performance anxiety?"
"Well, you certainly didn't experience it with Carla. Doing it with you and another guy scares me.
"I can always call it off."
"Don't you dare even think about it! Why didn't you invite him for dinner, and give me a little time to get comfortable with him?"
"He doesn't want to eat food," Larry said dryly.
"Oh, you!" Her anger was fake, and they both knew it. "But you're right. If he had to eat food that I cooked, he'd probably leave before we could have any fun. What does his cock look like? Is he hung as well as you are?"
"How the hell do I know? I certainly didn't ask him to take it out and show it to me."
"Well, I just thought maybe you had seen it. Guys do take a leak in front of each other, don't they?"
"There are usually partitions between the urinals, sweetheart. Even if there aren't, the quickest way to get a punch in the nose is to peek at the guy next to you."
"I'll never fully understand guys," she said.
"Join the club, sweetheart, guys understand very little about girls."
"I wish we had time for you to fuck me before he gets here."
"That's why he's coming," Larry laughed.
"I've got to take a bath before he gets here."
"You took a bath before I got home, didn't you?"
"That doesn't count. Maybe I'd better take a cold shower." She got up and started out of the room.
"The way you're acting, you could start out with ice water, and it would be boiling hot in a couple minutes."
She stopped and looked back at him and grinned. "Fuck you, too," she said teasingly. "Which, to come to think of it, is just what I'm going to do with you and Eric before long."
After her bath, Roxy dabbed a subtle musk behind her knees, around her pussy, under and between her breasts, on the pulse points of her neck and wrists, and behind her ears. Then thought she had overdone it, but short of taking another shower, she couldn't get it off, and she didn't have time.
She couldn't greet Eric naked, even if he had seen those naughty pictures of her, and she didn't want to put on a lot of clothes she was just going to take off as soon as she could. She chose a pale-blue negligee that wasn't quite opaque and looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She liked the way her bare body looked under the soft material. Her fleshy nipples were clearly visible, leaving no doubt that she was excited, and she could see the outline of her bush.
"Never leave them in doubt as to your intentions," she said softly, then giggled.
Eric brought a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine. "A gift for a lovely lady," he said.
Roxy greeted him with a big smile and a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, Eric," she said. "How thoughtful, I love flowers."
Larry could tell from the look in her eyes that Roxy approved of Eric's slender, somewhat muscular physique. He took the bottle of wine and shook Eric's hand and gave him a big wink. Roxy gave him the flowers and he went into the kitchen and opened the wine and let it breath a couple minutes while he put the flowers in a vase and got glasses.
Eric didn't need the wink to tell him that Roxy knew why he was there, and was ready to greet him with open arms and legs. He leaned over with his nose close to her chest and sniffed deeply. "You smell fabulous," he said. "Musk, isn't it?"
Suddenly, Roxy no longer felt nervous or uptight about fucking her husband and his friend-only eager. "Yes, my very thoughtful husband bought it for me. He does a lot of very thoughtful things for me, like inviting you." She kissed Eric again, this time on the lips. "I like your cologne." She took his hand and led him into the living room. "Do you have a girl in your life?"
"No," he replied. "Would it make a difference if I did?"
"I was just wondering," Roxy said. "You look so neat and your clothes match and you're wearing such nice cologne."
Eric chuckled. "And a guy can't do those things for himself?"
"Well, some of them can't," Roxy said. She seated Eric on one end of the couch, and stood between him and a table lamp with her legs parted slightly.
"I cook and do my own laundry without mixing colors and clean my apartment," Eric said.
"Sounds like you'd make somebody a good wife," Roxy laughed. "If what you cook is fit to eat, you're one up on me, but Larry says I have other attributes and we can always send out for good food."
Eric openly eyed the outline of her shapely legs under her negligee. "He's right, you're stunning."
"You know how to say all the right things, don't you?"
"I know how to tell the truth," Eric replied. "I don't lie to girls just to get in their pants."
Larry served the wine and Roxy nodded at the couch, and he sat on the other end. Eric kept his eyes on Roxy and took a sip of wine.
"You can probably tell that I'm not wearing pants, but you can't see much with the light behind me, can you?" Roxy looked down at her tits, then looked at Eric and winked and grinned mischievously as she unfastened the top of her negligee and let it fall open. "There, is that better?"
"Much better," Eric said, taking her invitation to look and stare brazenly at her tits. "You're gorgeous."
"Thank you, Eric," she said sweetly. "You've seen me naked. Well, photos of me. What's so fascinating about seeing me nearly naked now?"
"Your breasts playing peek-a-boo with your negligee is very alluring. You know the old saying that a woman dressed seductively draws more attention than a naked woman."
"I think tits is much more descriptive," she chuckled. "Chickens have breasts, girls have tits. If I'm more seductive this way, does that mean you don't want to see me totally naked?"
"Not on your life," Eric said quickly. "You're very refreshing. It's nice not having to play games."
"Did you expect to have to seduce me, or ply me with liquor instead of this fine wine?"
Larry drank his wine and let his wife set the pace. If he jumped in, she might think he was pressuring her and get flustered.
"Well, I didn't expect to have to seduce you exactly," Eric said, "but sometimes girls expect a ritual of some sort."
"Have you done threesomes before, with another guy, I mean? I'm sure you routinely have two girls at the same time, a handsome guy like you."
"Yes, I've done threesomes with another guy, even with married couples a few times. As to having two girls at the same time, it isn't exactly a routine."
"If you've done threesomes with another guy, then you aren't going to freak out if you and Larry happen to touch each other."
"It's bound to happen, especially if the girl is very active, but that's trivial when the girl is alluring and desirable, like you."
"You do go on," Roxy teased. "I think you have a silver tongue."
"Or I'm a blowhard," Eric laughed.