What Works for One, May not Work for All

This story is a wild fantasy, expect wide gaps in reality and probability. it is fiction after all.

Category could span other categories but I chose Romance.

Rob and Fred were friends from their youth. They got together frequently for a pint of beer and discussed the worlds problems. Sometimes they even discussed personal issues, although it had to be pretty serious to merit airing dirty laundry to each other.

Fred had been bemoaning his wife's coldness towards him, especially in bed. That was six months ago. Today Fred had a smile on his face and a spring in his step.

"Looks like someone got laid last night."

"And not just last night my friend!"

"So spill, what changed?"

"Believe it or not, My wife took a lover."

"You are ok with that?"

"It was my idea, remember?"

Rob recalled hearing about Fred's cockamamie plan to get his wife Deb's libido out of park and into high gear, but it was so outlandish that he was sure Fred would never try it.

The plan was essentially to convince a college buddy of his to seduce his wife. Those were the broad strokes, the details were sketchy.

Over the years Deb revealed her idea of the ideal man. Fred's college buddy was a pretty close physical match. They were introduced and the magic happened. Fred's buddy would ask Deb to attend an event that Fred couldn't attend. Fred gave his blessing to that date and it blossomed from there.

"When she comes home after an event with her boyfriend she is so horny."

"It doesn't bother you?"

"No, she is happy, I am happy and the boyfriend is happy. So far it is ideal."

Rob was amazed that his friend could be so comfortable with his wife having a boyfriend but he guessed it took all kinds.

Rob was having his own troubles at home. He and his wife Meg had been married for ten years. They loved each other but things were pretty quiet between the sheets.

Meg had been raised in a very conservative household. She was raised as a good girl. She was taught that sex was dirty and disgusting, something that only bad girls would do. When she was older she was taught that it was barely acceptable to have sexual relations but only to have children and within marriage. She carried much of this teaching into her marriage.

Before Rob met Meg, he had been dating a woman who was the polar opposite of Meg. She loved sex and couldn't get enough. The longest conversation they had was on the day they met, after that they spent most of their time in bed. Meg was like a drink of cool water, a breath of fresh air, a welcome relief.

Rob had spent a great deal of time and effort to get Meg to loosen up a bit. It was hard work and results were elusive. Rob would ask her to dress up sexy for a date night and she would show up in a long skirt and a sweater, a bulky one at that. Whenever he could convince her to wear something a little more revealing, she could tell that men would pay attention. It was totally valid because Meg had a stunning figure.

Rob and Meg went to bed one night shortly after his meeting with Fred. Rob put his arm around Meg and cupped her breast in his hand, tweaking her nipple gently. She didn't respond. His hand drifted down over her flat tummy, past her navel and stroked her pubic mound. Rob heard a loud quick sigh, not a sigh of pleasure but a sigh of frustration.

"Stop it Rob. Not tonight."

"What's wrong Meg? I have missed this. Please, let me make love to you tonight."

"No, not tonight. Come on Rob, aren't we past this stuff? We aren't kids anymore."

"No way, we're still young and I really love you. Don't you feel any desire for me?"

"Sure, I love you but I don't want physical affection like that. I don't have the need,"

"I have a very strong need. I want to kiss your pussy. You know how much I love that."

"You know I find oral sex disgusting. It is so unsanitary. No Rob, I am going to sleep, either here or the guest room, it depends on whether you can control yourself."

Meg stayed in bed with Rob that night but Rob couldn't help but think of Fred's success and if it might work for him.

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Rob worked in real estate and had an office in a large office tower downtown. He had been thinking more and more about Fred's strategy and weighed the pros and cons. The upside was enticing but the downside could cost him his marriage. It would be a hell of a gamble. It came down to how proactive Rob wanted to be.

There was an escort agency on the same floor in his office building. He knew the rents were high in the building so they must be pretty successful. He took a deep breath and opened the door.

The office was cheery but nondescript. Rob thought that the receptionist behind the desk was exceptionally pretty.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

"Hi, I would like to ask some questions about hiring an escort."

"Sure, you will want to speak to Pauline. I will just buzz her for you."

Pauline was a stunning redhead. She sashayed into the room and introduced herself. Rob was told to follow her. The view was wonderful.

She sat behind a desk with a laptop.

"So how can I help you."

"I am interested in maybe hiring an escort and wondered about the process."

"First of all would you be looking for a male or female escort, or something in between?"

"Male"

"Well, I am surprised, after the way you were checking out my caboose on the way to my office."

"Oh, the escort would be for my wife, not me!"

"Whew, that's a relief." She smiled broadly.

"Usually your wife should choose her own escort. Would you like to come back with her?"

"No, it is a surprise and it is a private matter. No sex involved necessarily. Just someone to attend certain events with her when I can't make it."

"Sure, we can do that. We have a nice full data base in all age brackets too. Why don't we have a look together on my laptop."

She turned the laptop to face him. She got up from behind the desk and stood behind Rob, putting a hand on his shoulder. She reached over his shoulder with her right hand to call up the right screen. She leaned into him, her full breast grazing his cheek.

"This is the age category you want. Let's just scroll through and highlight the ones you think seem appropriate."

Rob found it hard to concentrate with her so close to him but he forced himself. There were several good candidates but there was one that stood out from the others. The photo showed a movie star handsome man, distinguished yet youthful. He reminded Rob of a combination of two famous actors.

"Ah, you have excellent taste. James would be ideal. He is a good conversationalist and very intelligent. Your wife would have a wonderful evening with James."

"Could I possibly meet with James to discuss this further with him?"

"Certainly, but we would insist it happens here in our office or if two of us met with you in the venue of your choice, for safety."

Pauline and Rob discussed costs and set a date for the meeting in their office.

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James rose from his chair in the boardroom as Rob entered. They shook hands and sat down.

James handed Rob a resume which Rob had read online, he put to the side.

"James, I am looking for someone to take my wife to some events occasionally. Your profile matched my wife's interests so I though we should have a talk. Here is a photo of my wife Meg."

Rob handed over a photo of Meg dressed up for a date night. James smiled as he looked at the photo.

"She is a beautiful woman. It would be a pleasure to accompany her anywhere."

"She is a very conservative woman. That photo is about as risqué as it gets for her. I love her dearly."

"Will she be expecting me to perform anything sexual during or after any events?"

"That would be up to you and her."

"Okay, understood, however what is your preference sir?

"Call me Rob. My preference is to leave it up to you. Look, I want to level with you. My wife and I have been married for a long time and sex has become boring, when it even happens at all. She has lost her desire. You look like her type, you could tempt her. I am hoping that if she finds herself attracted to you that I may benefit and our marriage perhaps strengthened. It sounds far fetched but it has worked for a friend of mine."

"It sounds pretty wild but I would give it a try."

"She is a big poetry fan, and loves the theatre.

I can introduce you to her as a friend, maybe from the gym. We can perhaps play it by ear from there, depending on how the introduction goes. Let's meet at the coffee shop at Main and Oak tomorrow at 11am. Does that work for you?"

"Yes, how far would you like me to take things? Sexually I mean."

"Again it will depend. I should be able to tell how well it is working. I would prefer thatt you not go further than you have to."

"As I said, she is a beautiful woman, it might be hard to stop. That stands for both of us. Sometimes the passion simply takes over."

"If it seems that she thinks about leaving me or if you start having serious feelings for her just let me know and we will end our agreement. I want to change the dynamic, not initiate a divorce."

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Rob and Meg had planned a walk that morning. The park nearby their home was a beautiful and quiet place. They walked hand in hand. She enjoyed innocent interactions like hand holding. Rob was nervous but he didn't show it. The next few hours could save or sink his marriage.

When they got to the coffee shop they ordered and sat at a table. Minutes later James walked in and ordered his coffee. He turned and greeted Rob and Meg.

"Rob, I didn't expect to see you here."

"Hi James, Meg this is my friend James from the gym. James, my wife Meg."

"Pleased to meet you! What a lovely day. Have you two been walking in the park?"

Rob answered that they had. Rob watched Meg watching James. There was a spark alright. She smiled as she drank him in. Rob had to admit James was a very handsome man, action hero physique, rugged features.

"Your husband has told me a lot about you Meg. He loves you very much. The other evening at the gym he was telling me that you studied poetry and love the theatre. I am a huge theatre fan myself. So who is your favourite poet?"

Meg was surprised at this turn of events. It wasn't often that she was asked about her poetry reading.

"Emily Dickinson is my favourite since I was a little girl."

"I was always fond of Robert Frost and Ferlinghetti, totally different types but I love both."

Rob was impressed. James had done some homework. He just hoped he didn't get too scholarly since that was her major and he could easily trip up.

Meg would have expected a man to say Robert Frost right off the bat but Ferlinghetti was a bit of a surprise. She was intrigued by this handsome man who was into poetry.

"Anyway, I should let you two get on with your day. It was great meeting you Meg. See you at the gym Rob."

On the walk home Meg asked questions about James and how they had met. What did he know about him? Was he married? Rob thought that the odds of this first phase being successful had gone way up.

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James met Rob at his gym.

"Rob, your wife is even more wonderful in person. I think we can move along to the next phase, she seemed to like me."

"Like you? I think she was salivating over you. So what do you suggest next?"

"The poetry society is hosting a reading this coming Saturday. We could get tickets. Rob, you could tell Meg that I would like her to accompany me. If you give her the okay then that will be our first outing. After the reading maybe we will go for a cocktail."

"That's brilliant. It sounds workable. Let's try it."

Later that evening Rob put the question to Meg. She blushed at first. She said it didn't seem right to go out with her husbands friend, one on one, without the husband being there. Rob explained that even if he could go, he wouldn't be much company since poetry wasn't his thing. Rob told her she had his blessing to go and have a good time. Reluctantly she agreed.

James was happy that it was going so well. He got the tickets. Rob was nervous.

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Meg was dressed in her usual date attire, a skirt that fell below the knee, royal blue in colour and neatly pleated, a white silk blouse with balloon sleeves, one button open. She abandoned her usual sensible shoes for a pair of heels that she felt comfortable wearing. She had a checked jacket that set off the conservative ensemble.

Rob was busy with a home showing so he wasn't there when James came to pick her up.

"That is a lovely combination you're wearing Meg. I am really looking forward to tonight."

"Me too, although I don't know if we should be going out without my husband."

"Rob gave his approval and I promise to be a gentleman."

The poetry reading was wonderfully exciting for Meg and hopelessly dull for James. But it was part of the job. Meg wanted to speak to the poet so they were one of the last couples to leave.

"Let's go have a cocktail. I know a great little place not far from here."

"I should be getting back home to Rob."

"It is okay, I told Rob we would be going for a cocktail after."

The little jazz club was just that, little. Maybe six tables in a smallish room, well appointed decor and three piece band. Half of the tables were in use. James spoke to the waitress privately, telling her to make his drinks non-alcoholic but mix hers normally. He never risked getting drunk on the job. They ordered their cocktails and settled in.

The band was good, but of course James knew that. He also knew that the music they played was great for a romantic dance. After their first cocktail he reordered and asked her to dance.

Meg was flustered. She felt awkward even being here with a man she knew so little about. Yes, she was attracted to him but she was a married woman after all. The idea of dancing with him both frightened and excited her.

He held her hand and raised it, his right hand on her back, waist high. She was careful not to get too close to him. To his credit he didn't pull her close, but guided her on the dance floor. It was on the third song that she began to relax. She enjoyed the way he lead her, the way he held her. The way their bodies would occasionally touch as they danced.

As the band took a break James and Meg drank their second cocktail. James had signalled the waitress that they wanted another round.

As the band began playing they got back on the dance floor. She was much more relaxed now and their bodies were pressed together.

James could feel her breasts pressing against him. His hand would occasionally drift lower to the top of her ass. She didn't stop him. She pressed her head into his chest as they swayed with the music. James leaned his head down a placed a chaste kiss on the top of her head.

Meg felt him kiss her head and it seemed so sweet and soft. What wasn't soft was his erection that pressed into her stomach. It reminded her that what they were doing was forbidden, taboo, wrong but exciting. Just when she wondered where this was leading James spoke.

"We had better get you home now Meg. Come on let's get an Uber to get you home."

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Rob had been on pins and needles all night wondering how the evening was going.

When an Uber showed up, and dropped her off, he opened the door for her.

A slightly tipsy Meg planted a sloppy kiss on Rob and hugged him.

"Thank you for letting me have this evening with James. It was great! I loved the poetry reading and we went out d...for a cocktail."

"I would say you have had a few Meg! So you enjoyed it?"

"Oh yes! James was a perfect gentleman. He is thoughtful and funny. I really had a good time. How was your evening dear?"

"Work, work and more work. I made us another couple of thousand tonight."

"That's wonderful. I think I am ready for bed."

"So Meg, shall I join you or are you too tired?"

She was feeling pretty libidinous tonight, thanks to James and his erection pressing her. Why not see if Rob could help her relieve a bit of tension.

"Come to bed sweetheart, please."

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The following day Rob and James met at the gym.

"She had a wonderful time last night James. You really impressed her."

"She is pretty impressive herself. She is very bottled up but does soften. A few drinks didn't hurt. I took things fairly slowly. We had cocktails and we danced."

"She didn't tell me about the dance. I guess she thought I wouldn't approve."

"Not really surprising, I had some major wood dancing with Meg last night. I am sure she could feel my cock against her."

"She didn't pull away?"

"No, if anything she enjoyed it."

"Did you two...do anything?"

"No. We danced, I kissed the top of her head and I put her in an Uber to get home. How about you Rob, did you two...do anything?"

"Hell yes! She was really in the mood. We had our first fuck in a month. I am starting to feel good about this plan."

The two men put their heads together to come up with a good second date that would expand what they had successfully started.

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Meg was not a stupid person. The whole James/Rob thing smelled of something rotten. She just wasn't sure what.

The first thing she thought possible was that Rob was having an affair and he wanted to ease his guilt by getting her to date James. She knew that she was on thin ice with Rob because of her lack of sexual desire. Maybe he was planning to divorce her. It just didn't make sense.

She kept going back to that poet night dance and the feelings that it created in her, feelings that she used to have with Rob. If this was a setup then so be it. She would figure it out. In the meantime she would enjoy the experience.

Rob was very attentive to Meg after that poets night. She enjoyed the increased attention. Maybe there is an upside to whatever they are planning.

Over the next few weeks Rob and Meg would run into James doing normal things, walking in the park, grocery shopping, etc. Rob always found an excuse to bugger off somewhere leaving Meg and James to talk. During these occasions they would touch each other, a stroke on a cheek, a hand on a shoulder ir the small of a back when Rob would make up an excuse to leave them.

Two weeks after their Poetry Night together when Meg received a text from James.

"Hi Meg. I hope all is well. I have an extra ticket to the opening night of the new opera company production of Fidelio. It is this Saturday. I checked with Rob and he says he is tied up but you are free to come with me."

Lovely, thought Meg. Whatever those two are planning they sure aren't wasting time. Ok, if they want to play that game I am in!

"Sure, I would love to! Did you mention our dancing on our Poetry Night outing to Rob?."

"Yes I told him how much fun it was."

"Great, see you then."

She hadn't mentioned the dancing to Rob but James did. So Rob is still okay with his darling wife going out with a handsom man, it seemed unthinkable.

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The opera was an incredible experience. After it finished James and Meg made their way to the jazz club that they had been to earlier. They had a few cocktails and got on the dance floor. There was no awkwardness or hesitancy, she held him close. She had also taken a little more care dressing for this date. She wore a short, flowered dress. It showed off her legs to their best advantage. She wore a lacy bra and the dress was cut low enough that her cleavage was showing. She figured if Rob was on board with it then why not.

James noticed the difference in her attitude as soon as he took her in his arms to dance. She pressed her body into his. He felt the blood rushing to his budding erection and she ground herself into it. At the end of their second dance he lifted her face to his and gave her a quick kiss. Meg knew this was all wrong but it felt so good.

Once back at the table James signalled for more drinks, his alcohol free and hers mixed as usual. She had now had four very strong drinks and she could feel it. James put his hand on her bare knee. She shivered. He rubbed her leg slowly, up and down. She knew she should stop him but ... she didn't. His hand pushed higher till he touched her knickers, they were damp. She shivered again. She stood up.