Mature wife finds pleasure with younger man.
"A little of that, and he'll be fine, Love."
Jack lowered the divider and said, "Home, James", with a chuckle.
"Is that really his name?" I asked.
"No, Darling", Karen responded, "But it tickles Jack so to say it!"
"James" was opening our door the split-second he had stopped at the entrance, and I stepped out, giving Karen a hand. "Oh, a gentleman, too!"
"Will that be all, sir?" James asked.
"For now, James, but Harry will need a ride home sometime tonight. We will call down", Jack replied. Once inside, we began relaxing, with Jack pouring the drinks, saying I had done enough for the night.
A gas fireplace warmed the den, which had sofas and love seats in a setting meant for mingling crowds, no rhyme or reason to the pattern, all very comfy and plush, Karen led me over by the fire, and Jack sat across from us.
They both kicked off their shoes, and she curled up next to me, tucking her arm under mine, cuddling, while Jack smiled, seemingly undisturbed.
After an awkward moment, I untensed, and Jack said, "New Years is a time for new beginnings, Harry. Karen and I try to indulge ourselves by trying something new."
I looked at him over my glass, and saw they both had a serene smile, almost like cult followers. Now what?
"While my pleasures seem to run towards new golf clubs, or a cruise to Europe, Karen likes men."
He nodded to her. "The way you say it, its like I'm some sort of crazy sex maniac!" She laughed heartily.
"I didn't mean that, Sweetness. But anyway, Harry, we have a proposition for you."
A nightcap was becoming so much more. This was really getting different.
"We would lake you to enjoy Karen's company, and believe me, she is quite a lover."
"Oh Jack, hush, you're so bad! Harry, listen, he likes to be blunt. I prefer letting things develop. If you are reluctant, I totally understand, I'm older, maybe not your type, and this is all happening so fast. But you said you were married, and this may be your one night free. Actually, being married made you even more attractive, since we require indiscretion, and so do you."
"Well, either way", Jack said, rising. "You two can decide." He leaned over Karen, kissed her softly. "I'm off to bed, these old bones need some rest. Harry, it's up to you, if you choose to leave, we totally understand, Karen will buzz James, and he'll take you home."
He reached out his hand. "G'night, Harry, it was a pleasure". He turned and strode out of the room, not looking back once.
We sat for a moment, and Karen finally broke the spell. "I'm sorry, Harry, the few times we have done this, we took longer to get to know the gentleman. In your case, Jack had seen you before at the bar and had told me about you. He seems to know the kind of man I prefer, which is pretty much like him 30 years ago. He suggested we stop in tonight, and you seemed so nice, and Jack seemed so happy for me to get a New Years present...oh, that sounds wrong, like you were property."
I found myself smiling, looking at her as she fumbled for words.
"Anyway, once I agreed that you were both attractive and funny, he was all for kidnapping you and taking you home."
"Well, I'm flattered... and I must say, you have excellent taste in men"!
She laughed. "I think so, too."
"I'm just not a studly kind of guy, I would hate for you to be expecting more."
She squeezed my arm. "Harry, I'm 65 years old. I haven't had a real orgasm in years and have no wild expectations. I just enjoy being with a man, a good man, and giving and getting pleasure from it".
"Well, I feel good that you think so highly of me." I slid my arm around her shoulder.
"If you want to stop, just say so, okay?"
I nodded as she held my face and kissed me softly.
Sixty five years old? I took her for younger, and she certainly acted it. She gently touched my hair, my cheek as her lips and tongue danced across mine.
My original concerns about Jack were thrown away as she pressed her body against mine, her hands moving up my leg, inside my thigh, finally arriving at my growing bulge.