My experience as the "other guy"

Two weeks ago, I made plans to meet Linda and her husband (we'll call him "Bob") at a bar near their home.  At the last minute, however, Bob called to tell me that Linda would not be able to make it.  He asked if I could meet him at the bar for a beer or two, just so we could finally meet in person, and I agreed.  We met as planned, and after about an hour, he called Linda and asked if he could bring me by the house to say hello.  (I must have passed whatever test he was giving me.)

When we arrived at their house, it was a bit of an awkward situation.  (Having been in "the hobby" for almost a year now, however, I've grown accustomed to awkward situations.)  Their nine-year-old son was playing video games in their living room, just a few feet away from their kitchen, where all the adults were gathered.  There was no way I was going to do any sort of flirting with Linda with her kid in the next room, so I sat across from her at their kitchen table.  My only goal for the night was to make some sort of eye contact with her and make some sort of connection.  Just a smile or a knowing look would have been enough to satisfy me.  But by the end of the night, I hadn't received a single indicator that Linda was interested in me at all, and I drove home a bit dejected.

At that point, I began to question the entire setup.  Maybe Linda didn't even know who I was.  Maybe Bob hadn't told her.  Maybe he told her, but she wanted nothing to do with the situation.  I really had some serious doubts.  But Bob insisted later that night, and throughout the week, that Linda was interested in me.  And for reasons that even she probably couldn't explain, Kathleen was certainly interested in getting the two of us together.  So when Bob asked me to meet them again last night, I agreed.

I showered and dressed at around 7:30 last night, and at 8:30, I kissed a practically giddy Kathleen good-night and headed out for my first solo "date."  It was the first solo date I'd had since Kathleen and I first dated 19 years ago.  Although I felt excited and a bit nervous, I was also more than a bit uncertain about the direction this night was heading.  I had chatted online with Linda the day before, and it merely reinforced my suspicion that she had no real interest in me, other than using me as a tool to fulfill her husband's fantasy.  While I have to admit the idea of being used as a "tool" in anyone's fantasy is pretty cool, I'd also like to feel like a desirable person!

I walked into the bar at around 9:00, and waited about 15 minutes for Bob and Linda to arrive.  We all sat at a table in the middle of a very noisy bar.  I let the two of them ahead of me to see what sort of seating arrangement they would devise, and noticed that Bob took a seat across from Linda.  So I then sat in the chair to her left.  And for the next hour or so, we exchanged casual chit-chat, punctuated by somewhat long, awkward silences.

By the time we all ordered our second drink, Linda began to loosen up a little.  She asked me a few questions about myself, and we tried to find some common interests.  (Note: aside from our shared interest in sex, there really aren't any.)  Finally, after awhile longer, I figured it was time to put an end to the silliness, just make a move, and see how she responds.  As we continued to talk, I casually placed my hand on her knee, and began to slowly caress her thigh.  And with great relief, Linda responded by stroking her fingers along my back.

Another hour (and another round of drinks) passed, and Bob excused himself to the restroom, leaving me and Linda alone for a moment.  I took that opportunity to turn her toward me and softly kissed her.  She responded very enthusiastically -- as if she had been waiting for me to kiss her all night.  When Bob returned to the table, he was very happy to see that we had (finally) made a connection.

For the next hour or two, Linda and I continued to make out, and I was getting increasingly aroused.  By the time we left, Linda was practically sitting in my lap, kissing me passionately while her hand was massaging my cock through my pants.  As we were in the middle of a bar, it was incredibly inappropriate...but oh, so hot!

We couldn't get out of there quickly enough, and practically raced back to their house, where Linda greeted me in their driveway with another big kiss.  As soon as I walked through their front door, she sat me down on a kitchen chair, sat on my lap and continued our make-out session.  The problem was, Linda's elderly mother was still awake, and her room was just across the hall!  I mentioned this to Linda, and she didn't seem to care.  But even I have to draw a line somewhere!

Luckily, Bob came to my rescue and convinced Linda to take me into their bedroom.  She led me into the room and shut the door, leaving us in complete darkness.  I couldn't see my hand in front of my face, but I could feel Linda practically devouring me.  I felt around for the bed, and managed to get her on her back.  After making out for awhile longer, fully clothed, I took off her pants and slowly lowered myself down her body.  I then began to slowly and gently lick her pussy.  After several minutes, I had just reached her clit when I heard a knock at the door.

It was her mother!

Now...I'm 40 years old, and I've been married for almost 18 years.  Yet, there I was last night, diving under a bed in the pitch-black darkness so as not to be discovered by someone's mom.  It was surreal.

Linda talked to her mother through the door for a moment, assuring her that everything was normal.  But talk about a boner-killer!  I had some serious reservations about continuing, but Linda insisted that it was fine.  So back I went, starting all over from scratch, working my way down from Linda's lips, to her neck, to her thighs, and up to her clit.

Bob had warned me that Linda is really quiet in bed, and he wasn't lying.  Not only was she quiet, but her body language gave nothing away.  I tried several different methods and tricks on her, but nothing seemed to get a reaction.  Eventually, we switched places, and Linda went down on me, returning me to full hardness.

After spending not nearly enough time sucking my cock (IMHO), Linda hopped on top and guided me into her soaking-wet pussy.  She seemed to enjoy being on top, but it's not one of my favorite positions.  I like to be in control.  So I sat up, hugged her around her shoulders, and flipped her over to her back.  I then began fucking her very slowly and deeply, and she seemed to respond very nicely.  It felt incredible.

I alternated between slow and fast, gentle and hard, trying to gauge her reaction.  But again, it was difficult to read her.  So finally, I came right out and asked, "Do you like it gentle or hard?"  She didn't answer.  So I asked her again: "Do you want me to fuck you slowly...or fast and hard?"  After a few more beats, I heard the faintest whisper: "hard."

That was all I needed to hear.  I began pounding her with all I had, lifting her legs into the air to get deeper with each thrust.  But we were now making a bit of noise, and with her mother right next door, I was terrified that there would be another knock on the door at any moment.  So I stopped and flipped Linda over onto all fours, somehow hoping it would make less noise.  But between the bed springs and the sound of my hips slamming into her ass, that position wasn't working, either.

Either Linda was thinking the same thing, or she was getting tired.  Because the next thing I knew, I was being pushed onto my back once again, and Linda returned to sucking my cock.  After several minutes, I felt the inevitable surge of release building up.  But she then stopped, and climbed on top of me once again.  And after several more minutes, she directed us to switch places.  I was right on the edge at this point, and I told her so.  She didn't seem fazed, so I began pumping harder and faster until I finally exploded inside her.

I then noticed that it was 1:35am, and I had told Kathleen I would be home by 2:00.  So I quickly dressed, apologized for fucking and running, kissed Linda one last time, and sneaked past her mom's room as quietly as possible.

It was incredibly fun, exciting and erotic being the "other guy" for once.  I never really thought I'd have the opportunity to be the guy who helps a couple fulfill their fantasy.  And Kathleen's libido has been super-charged ever since we set up this little date, so I know she's happy.  As for me, I haven't quite wrapped my head around it just yet.  It all seems like a dream.  A wonderful, crazy dream.  Kathleen and Bob are already pushing for our next date, so it seems a fait accompli.  If nothing else, it's nice to know the option exists.  I just don't want it to become such a regular thing that it loses its "specialness."  As always, we'll take things as they come and do what feels right.