EMJAY
"And how did it go at the dentist today?" I enquired as Jeannie handed me my martini at the door.
"No problems." She kissed me sweetly on the lips and relieved me of my briefcase. "I'm good for another six months. Had lunch with Emjay.."
Emjay - I never did know if that's her real name or just her initials. We've known her for almost five years as our dentist's receptionist and her husband Tom as the guy who handles our insurance policies. Tom and I go fishing about twice a year and Jeannie takes Emjay to lunch when she has her teeth cleaned but that's about the extent of our socializing. Emjay is a tad overweight but not excessively so. 'Cheerfully chubby' comes to mind.
"And how is the buxom Emjay?" I asked when we got back to the den and I was comfortably settled in the lounger.
"Not her usual cheery self." Jeannie replied as she settled in my lap. "I diagnose it as a bad case of the mid-life blahs."
"And before lunch was over you were prescribing your usual tonic for the malaise, a cozy little strange piece of ass." I volunteered.
"Not in so many words." Jeannie laughed. "I prefer 'nice friendly affair'."
"And how did our friend react to that suggestion?"
"With predictable indignation - followed by sheepish admission that the thought had crossed her mind - followed by the usual cop-outs: - 'wouldn't think of cheating' and 'Tom's such a straight arrow he'd never ever - etc'."
"And that's where you left it?" I asked. "No questioning her conviction that her husband's the grown up Jack Armstrong?"
"I thought we'd covered enough for one day." Jeannie smiled.
I heaved a theatrical sigh. "Why do I get a feeling that I've been nominated to buy a lunch for Tom?"
Tuesday I dropped by Tom's office at about a quarter to noon to make a slight change to our homeowner's policy and suggest we check out a new microbrewery for lunch. Tom was agreeable and before long we were both facing an oversize hamburger and large glass of a quite decent porter.
"It's been a while since last I saw you." I began as I attempted to get the monstrous sandwich to my mouth without spilling the contents down my shirt. "What you been doing lately? How does the old dingle dongle dangle?"
Tom made a face. "If you're enquiring about my sex life, it's not so hot recently. I don't know if it's me or Emjay but the zing seems to have faded from our marriage. I used to think I'd never get enough of her luscious body but I must be getting old; in the past few months sex has become more routine ceremony than the exciting adventure it used to be."
"Too much of a good thing and it becomes boring." I commented. "Filet mignon for dinner every day will dull the taste buds. It takes an occasional hamburger like this to restore proper perspective." I declaimed as I took a big mouthful of mine.
Tom laughed. "If you're suggesting that what I need is a strange piece, you could be right but I'm not the type to cheat on my wife. Besides I'm too old to go prowling."
"Nonsense my friend, you what - mid forties?" I asked. "You have as much good sex still to experience as you have behind you, most of it with that delightful wife of yours but a small dish of desert can turn a good meal into a feast - and who mentioned cheating? I'm against cheating as much as you are but hasn't it occurred to you that Emjay might be also suffering from a surfeit of a good thing?"
Tom didn't answer until he had finished his hamburger. "I should have thought of that." He admitted. "She has been a lot less aggressive in the bedroom recently - just seems to have lost interest. But I could never muster the courage to suggest she have an affair. She'd probably shoot me if I did. I'm also sure that neither of us could handle an arranged swap - which I understand is becoming part of today's social scene. I find that depressingly unromantic."
"True." I agreed. "I wasn't suggesting anything other than that you might share your mid-life concerns and fantasies with Emjay."
"Yeah, maybe I should do that. We always manage to have a reasonable discussion of other concerns - but sex is such a touchy subject."
I didn't see Tom again for several weeks but Jeannie's lunches with Emjay became a regular thing. Jeannie reported that Emjay was recovering from her depressed mood. She'd confided in Jeannie that she and Tom have been having a discourse on sex which has developed to the stage of exchanging fantasies and they're back to twice a week.
"Well, that should put them back on track for a couple of years." I said. "Sharing fantasies is good. Remember how you could fire me up by telling me how you planned to seduce your physics prof. and how his habit of sucking his lower lip put such a tingle to your pussy? You never did get around to bedding him did you?"
"You'll never know." Jeannie laughed. "But I think Emjay and Tom are no longer young enough to be satisfied with fantasy for long. I've been thinking we should pair them off with Ted and Jessie. Jessie has told me that she'd like to find a couple they can really connect with like you and I have with Malcolm and Laura. She's right you know; I can really enjoy a night or noon hour in bed with Ted but Malcolm's a different matter - like with you and Laura. Tom and Emjay might be just what Ted and Jessie need."
"Quite possibly." I agreed. "What do you have in mind?"
"Well, I've invited Emjay to cocktails next Friday - with Tom of course - and we'll go out for dinner. I was thinking maybe that new fancy place on the pier. If you approve, I'll call Jessie in the morning."
"Plan on letting her in on what you're scheming?" I asked.
Jeannie gave me that condescending look. "Of course."
Ted and Jessie came over early and Tom and Emjay arrived promptly at six Friday evening. Tom's eyes bugged out at the sight of Jessie in a really short tight skirt and white angora sweater that smoothly conformed to her firm unsupported titties and when I introduced her I could almost see the wheels turning in his head. I sensed he had suspicions of what his wife and mine were up to. As he shook Ted's hand, his involuntary head-to-toe look of appraisal practically announced 'just checking to see if you're good enough for my Emjay'. Ted caught it too and with some difficulty managed to suppress a humorous smile.
Emjay had difficulty concealing her nervous excitement as she shook hands and then moved over close beside me. Her breathing was shallow and rapid as she clutched my hand and her breath carried that aroused female aroma of warm wine. Ted sensed the situation and started a conversation with Jeannie who flashed me a brief smile and took him toward the kitchen as if to fetch refreshments. Jessie adroitly steered Tom to the sofa and managed to treat him to a glimpse of her inner thigh as she sat down and drew him down beside her.
Emjay clutched my hand even more firmly and pressed against me. "I know that Jeannie is trying to match us up with Ted and Jessie." She spoke quietly and earnestly. "And I appreciate that, but I just couldn't have my first affair with a man I've just met. Please be my first - you've been my fantasy lover for years."
Jessie had Tom in a trance, whispering in his ear as her hand slowly fumbled with his shirt buttons so I quietly led Emjay to the downstairs guest bedroom. Slowly I unbuttoned her blouse while she unhooked my belt and slid down my fly. I put both arms around her to unhook her bra' and she pressed her ample bosom against me for a long moment. As she turned away toward the bed, I glimpsed a small tuck of flesh across her tummy; less than I had expected and somehow sexually exciting. Her buttocks were large but firm with a pronounced dimple in each. The woman was in good shape for her size. My peter was firm and ready as she rolled onto the bed and raised her knees to me invitingly. A forest of reddish curls parted to reveal full warm lips welcoming me eagerly into the lush feminine body.
"Ah yes." She breathed as I entered and slowly slid completely in. "This is what I need - give it to me good. That's it - that's it." Five minutes later I surrendered to her demands and unloaded a full charge into her warm moist interior.
As we lay recovering our breaths, Emjay gave me an impish grin. "I know you and Jeannie have a steady thing going with Laura and Malcolm. That's just beautiful and I hope Tom and I might find a similar special relationship with another couple - maybe Ted and Jessie - but you'd better count on sharing a few more special moments like this with me or I'll pad your dentist bill."
"Well I can't afford that." I kissed both her nipples.
We showered together before getting dressed and peeking into the living room. Tom was on his back on the floor with a pillow under his butt. Jessie was astraddle, riding him like a jockey. Both were buff naked. As we watched, Jessie paused, closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide as tremors shook her body. Emjay slipped her hand inside my pants to fondle the remains of my peter. "Next time I'll try that."
We tiptoed back to the den where we smooched until Tom and Jessie got dressed. Ted and Jeannie took a little longer but we were still only a few minutes late to our nine o'clock dinner reservations. The meal was exceptionally good although service was a bit slow, not unusual for a new restaurant, but we were in no hurry so enjoyed the evening. It was almost eleven when Ted suggested we repair to their house for a nightcap. When we all got there, Ted got out a bottle of brandy and a set of snifters but Emjay boldly took the bottle from him and put it on an end table.
"Drinks after all introductions have been completed." She proclaimed as she put her arms around him. "No woman who has screwed my husband will long have a husband unscrewed by me."
We all laughed as the couple disappeared in the direction of a bedroom.
"I subscribe to that philosophy too." Jeannie announced as she took Tom by the hand and led him off to the other spare room. Jeannie knows all the bedrooms in Jessie's house.
That left me with Jessie but we both are also acquainted with all the bedrooms in the house so we had no trouble finding our way to Jessie's personal queen size bed.
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