Chapter 28: Title: Z and Bobby

If you have just started reading I’m Z. I post in an online directory under the “personal service WSM” heading. That heading is code for women (read: hookers) seeking men. The online site forwards messages. Many messages are vile. I laugh and delete them. Example: “Repent Sinner or suffer for eternity in Hell. Jesus loves you.” I get at least one of those a week. Oh wait, here is something interesting. The message reads:

From Bobby14: Dinner for two. You pick the place. We talk while eating. Any personal service decisions will be made together.

To Bobby14 from Z3: Please confirm “The Grotto” 18:00 Thursday.

From Bobby14: Made reservation for 2 at 18:00 Thursday. Call 555-6298 if you need to change anything. I will be wearing a tan shirt with an Egyptian theme.

Thursday at 4:30 I leave home for the first of two bus rides. I arrive at The Grotto at 5:40. Ten minutes later I see a young man wearing a tan shirt with a map of Egypt showing pyramid locations.

“You must be Bobby.”

“Yes. Bobby Harries and you are Z-something.”

“Everyone calls me Z.”

“Let’s go inside Z. They may have a table ready.”

We are seated immediately.

I decide on “Today’s Catch” from the menu board. “Bobby, I’m curious. Please tell me about yourself.”

My wife and I live in Mermaid Cove. (I think married, cheating, typical male) She is in Georgia helping her sister who just had a baby. (I think wife won’t come home surprising us) I am the manager at All Ports Shipping here on the island. (I think job = money to pay for service) My wife and I are a very open marriage. (I think lie or open on his side only) She has already had a bit of fun with a sexy Southern Gentleman. Should we decide on sexy fun together I will email her about what we did together. (I think WTF)

“Bobby, Open Marriage, I’ve heard those words used together. I think I know what it means. But what does it mean to you?”

“More than anything else it gives us loving permission to temporarily invite others into our marriage. Sometimes separately. Sometimes in full view of our spouse. Sometimes with another like minded couple. Nothing is hidden. Nothing is coerced. There is no lasting emotional bond, only sexual pleasure. Between marriage partners, the ‘like minded couple’ used to be called wife swapping. I hate that term.”

“Me too. Wife swapping sounds like women are property. You swap cars or clothing but not women. Nobody owns me. Ever. However, I sometimes rent myself out for an hour or two. (grin) That’s business, not ownership.”

“I understand completely. If Jean ever thought that I thought I owned her, she would divorce me. Hey, all of a half block away is Dancers & Prancers. It’s a bar with a dance floor. It gets busy on weekends. Weekdays not so much. Admission today is $10 per couple. That includes a $5 bar coupon. Shall we dance after dinner?”

“Before we dance I have to mention business. If we do anything else I will need more than bus fare from you.”

“Glad you said that. I will never be accused of dealing poorly with people. Here is $100 plus $5 in ones for bus fare if it comes to that. We will dance until you are ready for something else.”

We finish dinner, passed on dessert and walked to Dancers & Prancers. Bobby pays the $10 for a couple. The drink coupon goes in his pocket.

We dance. We take a break. We dance again. This time I step it up a bit. With a little stealth I grab his crotch a few times. Bobby then becomes much less careful about not touching my boobs. I look at him. He agrees with the look asking, “Your place or mine?

“Your place. Let’s go.”

Bobby hands his unused drink coupon to a nearby couple. We depart looking all the world like a nice 20s something couple. While walking back I ask and get confirmation that whatever happens Bobby will take me back home.

At his apartment “that nice couple” becomes a randy couple in heat. We discard our clothes. We exchange deep sexual kisses. Before we get involved any deeper I suggest a shower.

Bobby says “good idea” while leading me to the bathroom. Soapy sexy fun ensues. We also get clean.

Once we are dry Bobby leads me to his bedroom. He comments that if Jean were home she would love to watch us. “We have done that 5 or 6 times. I have watched her with temporary lovers as well.”

I kneel down for a warm-up bj. Bobby enjoys my slurping for several minutes. He pulls me up for a kiss. I take his dick inserting the tip into my always horny shaven mound.

“Miss Z, that feels very good. Before we do much more we both need to set our expectations the same.”

Business before pleasure is sometimes a mood killer. But misunderstandings in this business are very much to be avoided. I say, “If I am comfortable to spend the night another $400 will make me happy. I see no reason why I would be uncomfortable. Okay with you?

“Very okay.”

Bobby sits on the end of the bed. I sit next to him as closely as possible.

“I will pretend you are Jean. We both like slow sensual touching.” His hand cups a breast gently bringing it to his mouth for a leisurely kiss.

A little later Bobby says, “I have an idea you might like. Would you like to be listed with the O M G?”

“W T F is that?”

“Sorry, OMG is Open Marriage Group. There are several hundred OMG couples on the island. Events get setup by interested couples. Sometimes there is a venue rental fee. Smaller events are held at a member’s home. Sometimes events are fuck feasts. Almost always a few members ‘get happy’ with each other.