The Stranger

A coworker (Julie) and I became good friends. We worked together on a daily basis, had offices three doors apart, and would spend time in each other’s office talking about almost anything. She had teenagers at home when I met her, and would discuss some of the issues that teenagers and their parents have. Her husband was also a source of material to cover at times; to me he seemed tired of being a husband and a father, but did the right things.

After about five years she transferred to another department, and moved to another floor in the office building. Our paths would cross occasionally, and we had some talks then, but it was infrequent. Her husband wanted to do different things once the kids were out of the house, and some of them were not taken well by her. He wanted to vacation at a clothes optional beach one summer, and she told him (and me) that she was not comfortable with the idea. My advice was that she shouldn’t do anything that made her uncomfortable, and for the most part she followed my advice. For the beach, she compromised by wearing a two-piece bathing suit, but refused to take her top off when he asked.

They went to a couple strip clubs, and she was more or less OK with that. He showed her a catalog of sex toys, but she had no interest.

He was the only man she had ever had sex with, and he had some sort of fantasy about the two of them meeting a stranger at a bar, and bringing him home to spend some time in bed with her. Again, I told her that she didn’t have to do it if it made her uncomfortable, but she surprised me by saying that it wasn’t the sex that she was holding back on, but that it would be a stranger and not someone that she could get to know first. Meeting someone in a bar, and an hour later getting naked with him was scary to her. She liked the idea of having sex with someone else, but was not going to go out behind her husband’s back.

Time went by, and we didn’t discuss it again. We went to a luncheon for a coworker who was retiring, and she asked me to stay longer, because she wanted to discuss something with me, something very sensitive. After people started to clear out, we moved to the lounge at the restaurant, and ordered drinks. She began by saying that she had agreed to go out a couple times with her husband, to see if there were any men that she might agree to bring home. She wore an outfit that, in her words, was “a bit revealing but not slutty”. That was out of character for her, but I didn’t say anything and let her continue. They would sit at the bar, and her husband would initiate a conversation with a “candidate”. Each time the candidate was not the right one for her, but he wasn’t giving up on it.

Then she cut to the chase. I was the type of person she would be willing to connect with. She knew me fairly well, she liked me as a person, and admitted to having a low-level attraction to me for years. Her husband and I had never met, so I could be the stranger at the bar, and get drawn into a conversation that could lead to his objective. Completely taken by surprise, I couldn’t respond at first. This was something that came from totally out in left field. But she had clearly spent some time thinking about it, and we had a conversation covering the logistics to set it up, and then how it would play out at her house.

A couple weeks later she came to my office and told me they were going out Saturday night to a bar, to try to meet someone. The thought of hooking up with her was a nice one, even though we were very good friends. I got there early, as planned, and sat at the bar with a beer in front of me. When she and her husband walked in, I didn’t see them, but they came over and he sat next to me, with Julie on the other side of him. I checked her out a few times, especially her cleavage, per her instructions, and he picked up on it. He and I started talking, we introduced ourselves, and when Julie said she had a call on her mobile, I watched her walk away, wearing a mid-thigh length dress.

He came right out and asked me if I liked what I saw. I didn’t really answer his question, and he told me he liked it when guys checked out his wife. When she returned, he moved over so she could sit between us. We talked about her kids, and colleges. We had a pre-arranged signal that if she played with her earring I would leave for the men’s room, because he would want to ask her if there as a possibility. She started playing with her earring, and I left. When I returned, it was her turn to go to the bathroom, and she left. He immediately told me that he and his wife sometimes liked to add some spice and would I be interested in following them home? I asked if it would be a threesome and he emphatically told me it would be one on one.

A few minutes later we walked out of the bar. When we arrived at their car, he told me to kiss Julie. We began some long kisses. My hands moved down over her bottom, and I could feel that she was wearing some sort of string thong. She then surprised both of us by saying she should ride with me, to make sure I didn’t lose them. I expected some resistance, but he gave us a thumbs up and got in the car. We got in mine, and pulled in behind him at the parking lot exit. As we were following him, I commented on her choice of panties, and she told me it was part of the outfit, and wait until I saw bra she was wearing.

She told me there would be no butt play, and I had no issue with that. One thing she enjoyed was having her nipples sucked, but there hadn’t been much of that at home in a while. That same with oral sex; it had never really been part of their sex life. She also told me that the kissing outside the car had “really got my juices flowing”. Importantly, she was on the pill.

At the house we followed her husband into the bedroom. Julie and I began kissing, and he unzipped her dress mid kiss. She was right about the bra, it was just two transparent triangles covering her nipples, and not much of anything else. She stepped out of the dress, quickly stripped the remaining items off, and climbed under the covers. I followed suit and joined her. We began kissing, covered by the sheet and blanket, and my hands began to wander. Her husband was standing in the doorway watching us, and stayed there the entire time.

My mouth went down to a nipple, and she opened her legs as my hand moved between her thighs. I slipped a finger into a very wet opening, and then a second finger. My thumb found her clit, and started rubbing it. A few minutes later she whispered for me to move my mouth down between her legs, and I did. Her husband walked over and pushed the covers to the side and went back to the doorway to watch. She was a moaner, and responded to my tongue, rubbing her fingertips over the sides of my head. The volume of the moans went up, she started moving her hips up and down, and left no doubt when her orgasm began. When it died down, I started to pull my mouth away, but she told me not to stop and used her fingers to push my head even deeper between her legs. She went over the top a couple more times, signaled by her hips moving frantically up and down, and her loud moans.

She indicated that she was ready for me to be inside her by pulling my head up to her mouth. As we were kissing furiously, she used a hand to guide me in. We found a good rhythm to kiss to, and enjoyed the friction down below. When she felt me squirting up inside her, she wrapped her legs and arms tightly around me, and let me ride to the finish. They stayed around me until I had softened and fell out of her. Sometime during the cool down period her husband left the room.

She hopped out of bed, grabbed a nightie from under her pillow, put it on, and lead me to the bathroom where we both cleaned up. Back in the bedroom I got dressed and we did some more kissing. She whispered to me that we could talk at lunch Monday, walked me to the door, and closed it behind me when I walked out.

We met for lunch and didn’t really discuss what had happened except to verify that nothing had changed between us. We worked together for a few more years, but never had any more intimate moments. I asked her to text me a photo of her wearing the special dress, and she sent me two. One in the dress, and one without the dress, but wearing the thong and mini bra.