He decided being a dick was better than being a friend. He bragged often about his hot younger wife and said I would make a good sub for her.
I talked to her to be polite. Nice woman. Open relationship. Is a Domme but is very selective who she shows that side to. Voracious sexual appetite. Agrees with me that her husband is being a dick towards me. Drops a hint that he can’t perform and this was how he was dealing with it. Drops another hint that she wants a fuck buddy. Understands and respects my desire to not get involved. Very nice woman.
I leave her and run into an old friend that is still friendly. He is totes in lust for Hot Trophy Wife but is afraid of her husband. He doesn’t want an emotional relationship. He just wants to tap that ass and pleasure her until she says stop.
Oh really? “Come with me.”
I bring Friend to Wife and introduce each other. They talk shop but for some reason, I hang around. Physically compatible? Check. Emotionally stable? Check. Boundaries established? Check. Safe word? Check.
Houston, we have a problem. Friend just can’t get started. Bad case of performance anxiety. So focused on getting things done, nothing gets done. He’s about to cry.
Husband walks in. Tries to explode. Wife shuts him down. Reminds him of their open relationship and her sexual freedom. Points out that Husband has no problem with her subjugating other men but flips his shit if she treats a lover as an equal. Tells Friend that if he can get an erection, she wants to fuck him right then and there.
Oh Friend is very eager, all right. But that engine just won’t crank.
“[Friend], are you bi?”, I ask him. He turns beet red and admits that he is. I ask Wife if I may join in to assist warming Friend’s engine.
“But you’re a woman.” I drop my pants just enough to expose my crotch and show my equipment.
“And I know I’m dreaming.” Doesn’t take long for my penis to grow. I give Friend a hand by taking his hand and working a little sympathetic magic of my own.
As expected, Friend’s engine warms to prime operating temperature quickly. Wife comes over and takes over the situation. I bow out of the endurance race and make for the front door. My work here is done.
Almost.
I don’t put myself away immediately. I make sure Husband sees what I can pack at will. His face falls.
Now my work here is done.
Humming a happy tune, I leave the dream.