“Hon?” We were lying in bed and it was time for sleep.
“Yes?”
“Um, what do you think of… doing it with another woman?”
I know the answer to *that* one: “A nice thought, but you are all I
want.”
She giggled a little. “I’m serious! What would you think of doing it
with Jennifer.”
Well, well, well! Not our usual conversation. In fact, I kind of liked
it, though it also made me very nervous because I was not at all sure
what Clara wanted to hear, or how she would react. Clara wouldn’t put
up with my silence. “Come on! I *know* you think she’s good looking.”
Jennifer and Tom are thirtyish, which is about ten years younger than
Clara and myself, and Jennifer definitely looks nice.
I still wasn’t sure what was going on: “What’s all this about?”
“Can’t you answer a simple question?” She giggled a little and I could
tell she was smiling though it was dark.
“Not fair teasing me like that,” I said.
She paused a little, then said in a quieter voice: “Sorry. Actually I’m
serious.” I didn’t say anything as I continued to try to figure out
what was going on. I have to admit it: sometimes Clara is beyond me.
She finally spoke again: “Tom is going out of town, and, well, we could
invite her over…”
My mind raced again. It was like it was finally sinking in that Clara
was serious about this. But why? Why was she suggesting that *I* get
together with *Jennifer*? It made no sense. “Are… *you* attracted to
her?” I asked.
“No!” she replied, giggling a little again. “I’d just like to see *you*
do it with her. Are you up for it?”
I lay there, more confused than ever. “Clara, this is weird!” She
didn’t answer. I couldn’t make heads or tails of her objective in all
this. “I don’t think so…”
“Why not?”
“It would… affect our relationship. It’s dangerous.”
She giggled: “A million men would *jump* at such a chance, and *I*
married a man who dosn’t want to.” She didn’t say any more and neither
did I though it was a while before I fell asleep as my mind turned this
over and over. What the hell was going on?
The next day when I came home from work, there was Jennifer, sitting in
the kitchen while Clara cooked. There were *three* places at the table.
“I invited Jennifer to join us because Tom was busy tonight,” said
Clara. Then she gave me a look while Jennifer was looking elsewhere.
Jennifer had a glass of wine in her hand and supper was a beef
marinate. And more: I wasn’t sure when Clara had had time to do all the
work. And Clara was dressed up: she wore this party dress with a low
neckline as well as jewelry and in fact looked like she was ready to go
out. I managed to get her alone for a second.
“What’s going on?” I whispered.
She smiled at me: she has this little smirk. “*Nothing*’s going on
tonight, so don’t get yourself in a tizzy: I just wanted to soften her
up and see if you’d change your mind if given a chance.” And that’s all
I got out of her.
Dinner was pleasant other than my constant worry about what was going
on here. Clara seemed to be going out of her way to be friendly, and
Jennifer was pleasant company. And definitely good looking even if not
dressed up like Clara was.
Later, Jennifer got a hold of me alone while Clara was in the kitchen.
“What’s with Clara?” she asked in a hushed voice.
“What about her?” I didn’t know what to say, so I played dumb.
“The way she’s acting! I feel like she’s *coming on* to me!”
We didn’t have a chance to continue that conversation, which certainly
did nothing to calm my nerves. We all talked and drank a little more
wine, and finally Jennifer left.
“Well?” asked Clara as soon as Jennifer was out the door. She was
smiling.
“What do you mean?” I asked, but I knew what she was talking about, at
least in a general way.
“You want to change your mind? I think she’d do it.”
“Clara, I don’t like this.”
“Come on! Tom’ll be gone five days, and we could have her in bed with
us…” She stopped. She must have seen in the look in my face that I
was a bit shocked and not likely to change my mind.
“Why do you want this?” I asked, still not convinced she was telling me
everything.
She paused, then said: “It would be fun. And besides, she’s nice, and
she’ll be lonely.” Once again, I went to bed thinking.
The next night at supper, Clara told me that they’d changed their mind
and that Jennifer was going with Tom. “So you can put your mind at
ease,” she said. I *did* feel a little more comfortable, even if I
wondered what it would have been like. Could I *really* have objected
to such an arrangement? They were leaving that very night, and right
after supper, Clara went over to their house to get their key and talk
to them about getting their mail and so forth. After a while, I heard
her returning, or at least I thought I did.
“Hello?” came the voice. I looked over at the door to find Jennifer.
“Hi, what’s up?” And I looked at her and noticed she looked a little
nervous.
“Uh, we’re going to leave now. And Clara is coming with us.”
“What!?” This was too weird.
“Listen: please don’t worry about it. I’ll…” she stopped. I thought
hard. What was going on?
“Why?”
“Well, we *persuaded* her. Look, we’re leaving now…”
“What about her luggage? Clothes?”
“Well… she won’t need any. We’ll keep her in the hotel room.”
I didn’t answer, but just stared. Finally she spoke again: “Listen,
it’s OK, really. I’ll make it worth your while.” She immediately got
down on her knees in front of me and started undoing my pants. She
looked up at me and smiled. “I can be *good*.”
I backed up just a little, unconsciously. “*Please*!” she said. Then:
“You can… do my *ass*!” I just stared at her, kneeling there,
pleading. “I’ll come over again when we get back. I’ll be *real nice*.
You’ll like it.” I didn’t say anything, but just looked at her, on her
knees. “I could stay here with you; I don’t have to go along,” she
said.
I backed up some more. “You don’t mind if she goes?” she asked, looking
worried.
“It’s a free country,” I said. I was feeling a little weak.
She go up and went back to the door. “Can’t I stay?” she asked once
more, looking piteous. The look on my face must have said *no* because
she turned and left.
I heard them outside. I looked out the window without being
conspicuous: they loaded luggage, then three of them got in the car and
drove off.
I sat there for quite a while, thinking about Clara. Flying off to
Boston with them at the spur of the moment. I should have gone over
there to find out what was up. Why was she doing this? What did she
*really* want? My mind drifted to Jennifer. Kneeling on the floor,
begging me to let her give me a blow job. I’d never seen anything like
it. Clara was right about one thing: Jennifer definitely affected me. I
should have let her stay. If Clara was going to be like that, I should
have had Jennifer instead of sitting by myself, brooding.
I heard a car door slam. In a moment, the front door opened. “I…
decided to stay anyway,” said Jennifer. She was looking at me,
obviously trying to gauge my mood.
It’s been nice, just the two of us. The way she kneels for me. The way
she sucks for me is as good as I imagined.
