Fourplay | The Mostly True Story of a Lusty Librarian's Swinging Sexcapades

Fourplay!

I can't believe I said, "Set it up!" to Nick with AZFIT2.Their real names are Javier and Claire. They are being so cool to us. "Hey, let's meet for drinks Saturday at 6:00 and see how we get along." After Nick pleaded with me in about 20 texts (horny bastard!), I sighed, tingled, and sent a 👍and it was on. Now I'm driving to meet him, meet them at our cocktail date! 'Cocktail' that's kind of painfully funny now. Oh my God, am I fated to see everything through a lens of lust? Lens of Lust, good band name!

I have to pull over and leer at their profile again.

Late-30s, married couple, who have 'been in the LS for several playful years.' Their description seems so genuine and easy for me to absorb. 'Madly in love with each other, we seek to add to our mutual pleasures, not to replace. We love to entertain sexy partners who can explore with all of us together.' Claire lists herself as bi, and I can't take my eyes off her curvy, fit, big-boobed body. She exudes a lusty yet sensual quality. Business owner. Loves Harleys. Long legs (damn!). Big full breasts that are pert and sit high (damn again!). A smile that turns up at the corners. Some sexy home office pics in lingerie on the phone that makes me want to buy everything and anything she's selling! She pulls off the sexy secretary look with piercing green eyes that make me quiver. I zoom in on Claire's photo in the shower with bubbles sliding down her body. The bubbles look so happy to be there. Nick and I definitely need to up our photo game ... again.

Javier is a suave-looking, hard body who shares that he's into mixed martial arts. A finely trimmed beard and a witty way to express his preference for sapiosexual adventurers. I like the sound of that.

I pound the steering wheel, exasperated, talking to myself out loud. "Pinch and zoom, better photos, who are you Morgan?" But I still let the clutch out...

Nick texted that he's in the parking lot. I circle looking for his dark blue Aston Martin Car of the Gods. Where is he? Ah, he's leaning against a big, sleek, dark BMW sedan as I pull in, step out and try to be seductive and glide to his arms. He reaches out and gives me a big, calming hug.

"Thank you brave Morgan, you Sex Kitten," he pecks my cheek, then pulls away.

"I haven't seen you for two weeks, since the... you know... the party... And that's how you greet me?"

"and hotel," his big dimples and smiling, clever, amber eyes weaken my knees.

"Yes...that. I'm so nervous to meet total strangers, Nick."

"Is this your car too? No chauffeur?" Okay, I'm being a bit snappy.

He doesn't move, but peers into my soul and softens. "Forgive me. You look beautiful, Morgan and I am so happy to see you."

He strokes my back with a gentle touch. Then, in a 'take charge' manner,  he says, "Okay, our game plan is to meet them, see what we think, be upfront and yet coy, learn from them, and see where it goes." He takes my hand and we walk in.

I lean against him, tugging on his arm, "See where it goes? It's just cocktails, right?"

"We'll see. Depends what they want."

There they are standing at a cool, dark, sexy booth, waving us over. I can't take my eyes off Claire.

"Did I ever tell you I want to kiss a woman?" I whisper up to Nick.

"Yes SK, you did."

Oh my God. How is this so comfortable for my very first time? Sexy Claire has me on her side of the booth. She's holding my hands, stroking my thighs, smiling so warmly. She tells me everything they do and answers any question with genuine openness. She has a mid-thigh skirt, knee-high black boots with a spike heel (like mine! I'm so proud of myself!), a tight knit top accentuating her spectacular cleavage. I turn to her as her green eyes dance and smile. She leans over, "I want you." That's it. That's how it happens? After twenty agonizing years, a woman wants me?