"You Win Some, You Lose Some"
-- copyright 2001 Max (aka Max O'Drive, Maximum Overdrive)--
As a copyrighted work, this story may not be reproduced in any media format, physical or electronic, or reposted at any other website in any form without my express written permission. Permission to print this story is granted with the provision that it is for personal use only. Requests for reprint or reproduction other than the exclusions above may be sent to maxman69@hotmail.com .
I'd like to thank a lot of people for helping me with ideas, concepts and support as I wrote this. Some people were more influential than others, but many, many people have contributed to this story. Far too many to list here, otherwise we'd be here all day.
I do want to express my gratitude to my "first readers" who were kind enough to read the first drafts of this and tell me which parts realllly sucked! *g*
Special thanks to: Babs, Bill F. and Ghia for taking the time.
Extra special thanks and a big *SMOOCH* to Babs for her editing skills and her patience with me as I meandered my way through this story. -------------------------------------------
Try And Fail
"No, Tom. I don't want to do it. Who in their right mind beside some pervert would want to have sex with another man's wife while he watches?" the lady sitting behind me said.
Needless to say, the manuscript I was reading didn't have quite as much appeal as that conversation did. I was sure she was quite embarrassed at her outburst, quiet as it was, and would now be looking around to see if anyone heard, so I remained motionless.
"Look, I know it's a fantasy of yours," she continued, heatedly. I took the opportunity and shifted around in the lounge booth placing my back against the wall, which would let me easily look at them if I turned my head. I moved the 'script so it could be easily seen if anyone looked over to me, masking the fact I was listening intently to the couple talking.
She finished her point by saying "But I just don't think its possible, for one thing and I'm afraid of what it'll do to us if I do"
I glanced up over the pages at them. All I could see of her was a willowy mane of brown hair and her slim arm as she tipped her wine glass up to take a drink. He was a nice enough looking man. Sandy hair with touches of gray at the temples, wire-rim glasses, healthy looking, about my age I assumed. He had a slightly pained expression on his face, which was easily explained by his wife being less than eager to satisfy his fantasy. "Den, hon, I've told you before that this won't mean a thing to us. Well, it will, but I feel it'll make us stronger and happier."
I figured if I was going to be a part of this, now was the time to speak up. Looking over the top of their booth, I said to her "He is right, you know."
He looked at me with mild surprise, but when she turned around it was almost like seeing a deer caught in car headlights. And, the longer I looked in her face, the better that analogy fit. Soft, brown eyes are what I noticed immediately, and I noticed how pretty her face was framed by that mane of brown hair. Then I noticed her lips. Even though her mouth was caught open in a small "o" of surprise, they were full and pink. If she was wearing lipstick, it was just a clear gloss. All I could do for a moment was just look at her and be mesmerized with her natural beauty. She had the kind of beauty that wouldn't be touched by age, so I couldn't even begin to guess at how old she was. If pressed, I'd have to say somewhere between 20 and 60.
"How dare you." she started as her face clouding with anger. "Shhh.. " I said. "It's ok. I'm just a friendly face with a bit of knowledge on your 'topic' for the evening"
"I know it's rude to eavesdrop," I continued hurriedly before she could get started again "but I couldn't help it. You see, you and your husband are having much the same conversation my wife and I had just a couple of years ago.." Den's husband was looking at me with sharp interest, and I could see her eyes soften again as she realized I wasn't a threat. I looked down for a second, which placed the manuscript under my gaze, so I closed it and put it on the table beside me. Looking back at them I said, "Hopefully you can understand better than Andy could. Hopefully you can be more accepting of how your husband feels than she could." I shifted a bit more, turning about as far in the booth as possible to face them. Sighing, I continued, "You see, she divorced me shortly after that talk we had. I couldn't find the words to explain my feelings well enough so she could understand. Since then, I've talked to a lot of people and been to a lot of websites and found how to explain those feelings now. Maybe, if we talk a bit, we can keep your marriage from falling apart. Maybe, if things go well, we can satisfy a fantasy, or even create some new ones."
I could see they were taken aback by my approach, but gi
-- copyright 2001 Max (aka Max O'Drive, Maximum Overdrive)--
As a copyrighted work, this story may not be reproduced in any media format, physical or electronic, or reposted at any other website in any form without my express written permission. Permission to print this story is granted with the provision that it is for personal use only. Requests for reprint or reproduction other than the exclusions above may be sent to maxman69@hotmail.com .
I'd like to thank a lot of people for helping me with ideas, concepts and support as I wrote this. Some people were more influential than others, but many, many people have contributed to this story. Far too many to list here, otherwise we'd be here all day.
I do want to express my gratitude to my "first readers" who were kind enough to read the first drafts of this and tell me which parts realllly sucked! *g*
Special thanks to: Babs, Bill F. and Ghia for taking the time.
Extra special thanks and a big *SMOOCH* to Babs for her editing skills and her patience with me as I meandered my way through this story. -------------------------------------------
Try And Fail
"No, Tom. I don't want to do it. Who in their right mind beside some pervert would want to have sex with another man's wife while he watches?" the lady sitting behind me said.
Needless to say, the manuscript I was reading didn't have quite as much appeal as that conversation did. I was sure she was quite embarrassed at her outburst, quiet as it was, and would now be looking around to see if anyone heard, so I remained motionless.
"Look, I know it's a fantasy of yours," she continued, heatedly. I took the opportunity and shifted around in the lounge booth placing my back against the wall, which would let me easily look at them if I turned my head. I moved the 'script so it could be easily seen if anyone looked over to me, masking the fact I was listening intently to the couple talking.
She finished her point by saying "But I just don't think its possible, for one thing and I'm afraid of what it'll do to us if I do"
I glanced up over the pages at them. All I could see of her was a willowy mane of brown hair and her slim arm as she tipped her wine glass up to take a drink. He was a nice enough looking man. Sandy hair with touches of gray at the temples, wire-rim glasses, healthy looking, about my age I assumed. He had a slightly pained expression on his face, which was easily explained by his wife being less than eager to satisfy his fantasy. "Den, hon, I've told you before that this won't mean a thing to us. Well, it will, but I feel it'll make us stronger and happier."
I figured if I was going to be a part of this, now was the time to speak up. Looking over the top of their booth, I said to her "He is right, you know."
He looked at me with mild surprise, but when she turned around it was almost like seeing a deer caught in car headlights. And, the longer I looked in her face, the better that analogy fit. Soft, brown eyes are what I noticed immediately, and I noticed how pretty her face was framed by that mane of brown hair. Then I noticed her lips. Even though her mouth was caught open in a small "o" of surprise, they were full and pink. If she was wearing lipstick, it was just a clear gloss. All I could do for a moment was just look at her and be mesmerized with her natural beauty. She had the kind of beauty that wouldn't be touched by age, so I couldn't even begin to guess at how old she was. If pressed, I'd have to say somewhere between 20 and 60.
"How dare you." she started as her face clouding with anger. "Shhh.. " I said. "It's ok. I'm just a friendly face with a bit of knowledge on your 'topic' for the evening"
"I know it's rude to eavesdrop," I continued hurriedly before she could get started again "but I couldn't help it. You see, you and your husband are having much the same conversation my wife and I had just a couple of years ago.." Den's husband was looking at me with sharp interest, and I could see her eyes soften again as she realized I wasn't a threat. I looked down for a second, which placed the manuscript under my gaze, so I closed it and put it on the table beside me. Looking back at them I said, "Hopefully you can understand better than Andy could. Hopefully you can be more accepting of how your husband feels than she could." I shifted a bit more, turning about as far in the booth as possible to face them. Sighing, I continued, "You see, she divorced me shortly after that talk we had. I couldn't find the words to explain my feelings well enough so she could understand. Since then, I've talked to a lot of people and been to a lot of websites and found how to explain those feelings now. Maybe, if we talk a bit, we can keep your marriage from falling apart. Maybe, if things go well, we can satisfy a fantasy, or even create some new ones."
I could see they were taken aback by my approach, but gi
