Sleeping with a Friend

"Tom" and "Rita"

I order myself an iced coffee and sat out front at the patio table. I was wearing a loose fitting black sun dress, with a large brim black beach hat. My lips were it's deep shade of crimson, and my black shades were able to hide my identity. I had to keep to my character.

From the distance I could see a man and woman approaching. They were holding hands, and she leaned onto his shoulder. At first I didn't think this would be my couple I was to be meeting, they seemed to loving towards one another. But then I remember that she had told me that it wasn't a lock of love that was the problem, it was a lack of s*x that was damaging their marriage. it only took a few more steps for them to get closer, that this was the couple, "Ziva?" I smiled and titled my head "Tom", her husband reached out to shake my hand before kissing his wife and walking inside to get them a beverage of their own. "Rita" sat down in front of me. She babbled, "I'm so happy that you took time to meet with us. I feel like this is a bit strange for us to meet like this in public, and not behind closed doors. Is this out of you comfort zone? Don't you usually do everything behind closed doors?" I heard a deep voice loom from behind me. "Sweetheart, stop it. We are here to talk with her."

"Tom" reached over and gave "Rita" her coffee. They sat there a little uncomfortable, but it was easier to read that it wasn't so much her husband that was afraid to try new things, it was "Rita" that was afraid. "Tell me what is it that you are looking for exactly?" They looked at one another, like trying to find common round of where to start. Both of them had gone through ordering books, looked at websites, asked their friends. They had lost their spark, and they wanted to get it back. Trying different positions, but complained how flexible they were not. Telling that their friends had actually suggested about hiring a dominatrix to assist them into trying new things.

"Tom" took control and initiated the conversation. "Rita" just say and nodded to everything he was saying. Clearly he was the dominate figure in the relationship and she was the submissive. At this point, I didn't think that "Tom" would be open to changing roles, which is why "Rita" sounded so differently in her email. "And what do you think I will be able to provide for you that you were unable to provide for yourselves?" They looked at one another again, contemplating on what was the correct thing to say. "There is no right or wrong answer to say here. You are both asking for help, but I have to determine that you are both going to be willing participants all the way." I gave them a stern answer as I leaned towards them. Still looking at one another they delivered their final answer, "Yes".

I was still unsure as to where to begin with this couple, but first they needed to find a place. "It is going to be your responsibility to find a place that you feel comfortable to play. A "playground" if you will. Are you able to do this?" They looked at one another, and "Tom" nodded. "Rita" soon followed suit. I needed for them to tell me what it is that they wanted to worn on, and what it is they wanted to try. But they both shied away from answering. "How an you work on a healthy s****l relationship, if your afraid to say out loud what it is that you have done already. Your not going to feel comfortable with trying new things if you cannot admit to yourself and each other what you have done. What I am trying to do here is to weed out your likes and your dislikes. How can I suggest anything new, if I do not know what you have already tried." They leaned back, as the tension lifted. They again looked at one another r. The couple started out small, trying different positions, dressing up or role playing, and the horrible execution of attempting s*x in public. Nothing had worked for them. "Rita" said that they had bought dildos and vibrators. Even attempting to dive into other fetishes, like playing with food, but it was way to sticky and made a mess on the sheets. She looked at "Tom" before making her next comment, " We haven't tried anything really outside of the box."

I took a sip of my iced coffee and smiled at them afterwards. I started to gather my things and prepared at leave the table. "Text the address for your playground, and I will meet you Saturday." "Tom" was standing up almost ready for a confrontation, like this had been an epic waste of time for all of us. I gave him a look over the rim of my sunglasses. He immediately stopped I his tracks. I walked behind them on their side of the table. I rested my head on their shoulders. I slid my hands under their arms and rested them on their thighs. "You want to know exactly what spice I can bring back to your marriage?" As those words crossed my lips, I began massaging both of their thighs at the same time, inching closer to their inner thighs. "Rita" jumped up and tensed, as "Tom" leaned back and relaxed." This relationship that we build is going to be on trust. I trust you because you are sincerely crying out for help. And you trust me..." Mu fingers rubbed against "Rita"'s p***y, and I could feel "Tom" growing as my fingertips graze his member. They both looked down and watched what every movement my hand was making. I rested my head between them both, "Because I am here to help you both." I told them how they responded when I first initially touched them, then I stood up, kissed them both on the cheek, and continued to gather my things again, leaving my card on the table. "I hope to hear from you soon. Enjoy the rest of your afternoon." I felt them watching me walk away, and I glimpsed back to make sure. Still seated, tearing their eyes away from me to look at one another.