FOUR SUNDAY AFTERNOONS

We know and understand each other’s sexual tastes, sexual preferences, sexual turn ons, and kinky sexual peccadilloes so well, Spanish speakers distinguished the pecadillo, or ‘little sin,’ from the more serious pecado, their term for a sin of magnitude. Apparently these Spanish terms can be traced back to the Latin verb peccare, meaning ‘to sin.’

It was up to me to provide my lady with a new sexual partner or partners on the first Sunday. Asking myself what would she like? What would turn her on while I watched? What would turn me on while she had a new partner or partners? Aware her partner or partners needed to be visually and physically exciting in order to enhance each other’s sexual pleasure.

Mulling over what Sarah particularly likes and prefers for her sexual pleasure, and what I like to share with her for our joint sexual pleasure: Having her pussy licked, by males or females while I watch? High on her preferences. A really well hung man or boy, even bigger than my own thick, nine-inch erection? Also high on her preferences. Having her big ass worshiped? So many likes and preferences for her sexual pleasure.

A man and a woman at the same time? A young girl and a young boy at the same time? A bi-sexual woman the same age as her, two bi-sexual women the same age as her, or perhaps one of them even older Wondering how I might combine her sexual preferences for our joint sexual pleasure and for it to be visually and physically exciting for us both.

At two on the Sunday afternoon Sarah had no idea what I had organised for her. And I had no idea what my buddy Alvin had organised for me. Though both of us were mindful what we had agreed on, to provide each other with a new sexual partner or partners for the next four alternate Sunday afternoons, our favourite time for sex. Again agreeing it had to be exciting for each other’s sexual pleasure, for us both while we watched.

Alvin was a buddy of mine who ran a ‘talent agency’, an escort agency, which provided women and men, teenage girls and boys to wealthy, discriminating clients. He owed me a favour or two, and he had often told me how lucky I was to have Sarah as my lady. Hinting, despite being impotent, he would love to sexually satisfy her. When I passed that information on to Sarah, all she said was, “Really?,” though the look on her face indicated she was excited at the thought.

It was just after two-thirty when my buddy Alvin arrived with Natasha, a most attractive woman Sarah’s age, an obvious lip stick lesbian. Alvin was wearing a black leather outfit, slacks and a jacket, looking every part the handsome blond, rake he is. I was determined to raise the sexual excitement levels for both Sarah and me. A man and a woman for Sarah’s sexual pleasure.

I had explained to Alvin my lady Sarah and me had agreed we would provide each other with a new sexual partner or partners for the next four alternate Sunday afternoons, our favourite time for sex, before I asked him, “Would you like to sexually satisfy my lady Sarah this Sunday Alvin? You know she has a thing about being licked, a fetish even. Though I expect a quid pro quo, something of equal value in return.”

“I would love to sexually satisfy your lady Sarah this Sunday. What would you like of equal value in return? A woman, a man, a teenage girl, a teenage boy?”

“You know me well enough to understand what I would like in a situation like that Alvin. You know Sarah and me are gender fluid. Surprise me, choose for me. Make it physically and visually exciting for the four of us.”

After prostate cancer had put an early end to Alvin’s virility and his career as a male escort, he was now renowned as a sex whisperer. He was a slim, still handsome sixty-year old, silver haired rake, an impotent rake, infamous for his cunnilingus skills, his tongue fucking skills. The other woman was in her early forties, renowned for her bi-sexual skills. Alvin had chosen well, Natasha was a sexually attractive woman.

Earlier at two on the Sunday when Sarah asked me what I wanted her to wear for our assignation, she had no idea what I had organised for her, before I reminded her, “Today is all about you. we agreed for each other to be a sex object for our new partner or partners, female, male or both. Today I want you to be a sex object for Alvin, a sex whisperer. I told him you love being licked, by men and women.