Chapter 19
Jeannie took a taxi to the restaurant, arriving a few minutes earlier than Ray had said. The maitre d' seated her immediately when she told him she was meeting Mr. Summers for lunch.
Ray must come here often to be so well known, Jeannie thought. I wonder if he meets other women here. I don't know the maitre d', so there's no way to find out, but I bet he's been fucking other women. Just like a man who can't face his wife and tell her what he wants.
Thinking of the maitre d', Jeannie couldn't help comparing him with Mr. Charles and that big cock of his. She felt some wetness in the crotch of her panties. What would this fellow do if she called him over, hauled out his cock, and gave him a blow job? She was giggling over the thought when the man in question seated Ray.
Ray noted Jeannie's smile, thought it was for him, and leaned over to kiss her on the cheek. Jeannie turned her head so that her mouth met his. It wasn't a deep kiss, but it was a lot more than he had expected. It added to his wonderment about what was happening.
He grinned. He had been well and truly fucked while on his trip, and now he felt that the habits of the past had to be changed. He was much more aware of pleasure, and he was determined that he and Louise would experience it together or go their separate ways. He was no longer content with the hesitant, non-sexual woman his wife was.
Jeannie was very good at drawing Ray out, making him talk about his job and his plans for the future. She skirted the edges of sexual subjects and wondered what would it take to get dear old Ray on the road Louise had already taken.
Over coffee, Ray finally got around to asking Jeannie if he could talk to her about a very personal subject. Jeannie thought he was going to ask her to fuck him.
"Ask me anything, Ray," she replied. "I have a very open mind."
"I think you know something about how I grew up," he said. "About the same as Louise. I guess you girls talk about things like that, huh?"
"We've talked some about it."
"Well, I don't know if Louise has told you, but we don't hit it off so well all the time. In the sack, I mean."
The misunderstood husband approach, Jeannie thought.
"She's talked to me some. I know she has been unhappy lately. A few days ago, she seemed really in the dumps."
"Yeah, that was the day I left, probably. We had a bad night. I guess I wanted some things she thought were wrong," he said.
"Ray, sometimes a woman is just scared. Or doesn't know what the man will think of her if she does something, or lets him do something. Just because you're married doesn't mean that all the things a girl was taught while growing up are suddenly gone. It takes a lot to get rid of inhibitions. She might want the same things the man does, but doesn't know how to express it. What do you want to do that she objects to?"
"Well, I want to...uh...you know, uh...do something a bit different once in a while."
"Honey, it could be different if she gets on top now and then. Is that what you mean?"
"No. I want to be freer than that."
"You aren't telling me a hell of a lot. Do you mean you want her to suck your cock?"
He turned as red as the tablecloth. When he found his voice, he was still shaken by her bluntness.
"Yeah, I guess that's what I mean. But, well, you know, I get embarrassed trying to tell her that. She buys all those books of hers. Doesn't she know that happens a lot and that men like it."
"Then how do you go about getting it done? If she's afraid to make the first move, because 'nice' girls don't do those things, and the man is afraid to ask, because he knows how hung up she is, then what makes it happen? I don't want her to think I don't love her, but I do want her to suck me.
Making his statement so bluntly seemed to lift a burden from him. Jeannie saw part of the tension drain away.
"I guess, Ray, that it is still up to the man most of the time. That's the way our society is. There are some women who will do most anything on their own without caring what anyone thinks, but Louise is not one of them. She's waiting for you to lead her. It might cause trouble, but that's a chance you have to take. Tell Louise what you want and make sure she knows you won't think less of her for doing it."
"Well, you might be right. But one of the men I work with told his wife he would like to try swapping and she damned near left him. She still thinks he doesn't love her because, in her words, he wanted to share her with someone else. He tried to explain to her that screwing someone else isn't sharing the inner person, but she's still pissed at him. I don't want that to happen with Louise and me. I sure don't want to lose her. What I want is something more than what we have now."
"Would it help if I went with you and talked to Louise?"
"Shit, Jeannie, I don't know! I'm not sure how Louise would take that, either. I mean, what would she think if I told her in front of you that I wanted her to suck my cock?"
"I don't think she would be upset. Women use those words among themselves. Would you like it better if I told her for you?"
"You mean you would really say that to her? You'd tell her I want her to do that? I don't know how I would feel about that. What if she thought you had done it?"
"What does 'it' mean to you, Ray? Are you afraid to use the word with me?"
"I mean, what if she thought we had, well, fucked?"
"Just because I tell her that you want her to suck your cock doesn't mean she'd think we had fucked. Do you want to fuck me, Ray? Is that what this is all about?"
"God, Jeannie! I don't know what to say when you ask me questions like that. I mean, I'm not used to hearing them from women."
"Do you suck pussy, Ray? You want your cock sucked. Do you return the favor by giving a woman that pleasure?"
Jeannie was beginning to enjoy herself. Ray wasn't really a bad sort. He was just so hung up on the old taboos.
"Well, yeah. I did once. Just the other night. It just happened as we went along. She was standing in front of me naked, and it just seemed like the thing to do. She liked it. I even did it later, after fucking her, but before I came. I never wanted to do it with Louise. Don't know why. It just didn't ever work out that way. When she talked about it being in her book, it made me sick. But it's not half bad, now that I've done it."
"You didn't answer my first question, Ray. Do you want to fuck me?"
"Sure! But you're Louise's best friend."
"Would you rather fuck her worst enemy?" Jeannie teased.
"No, I guess not. I just never thought that good friends did that."
"Ray, you've already fucked at least one other woman recently. I take it that Louise doesn't know about that yet. But you are going to tell her, aren't you?"
Ray felt trapped. He tried to beat a retreat.
"That was just someone I met. She would probably leave me if I told her."
"Have you ever talked to Louise about swinging, or each of you fucking others if you want to?
Many people do that, you know."
"How do you know so much about all this?" Ray asked.
"Good friends do fuck, Ray. That's the best way. I can't imagine fucking an enemy. It just might be that you'll get your wish to fuck me. Maybe soon. But why don't we go see Louise now?"
"Yeah, I guess we'd better. You're going to tell her about all this?"
"No, Ray, I'm not. You are. I'll go with you, though. But don't be surprised if Louise is not as hung up as you think she is. Wait here while I go powder my nose. I took a cab here, so I can ride with you."
Jeannie started toward the ladies room, but went to a row of telephones near the door. She called Louise.
"Just meet us at the door, honey, dressed to fuck," Jeannie said. "Then follow my lead."
When she returned to Ray, he stood and took her arm to guide her to the door. She moved close to him in the car, saying she felt more comfortable riding the way she always did with Scott. She pushed her tit against his arm and put a hand on his upper thigh.
Before they had gone very far, Jeannie's hand was resting lightly on Ray's prick. Her stroking soon had it hard. In the meantime, she chatted about things not connected with sex. She wanted him eager, but didn't want to overdo it.