This book will be released on June 5 at https://www.amazon.com/Candys-Romantic-Hotwife-Fantasy-Roberts-ebook/dp/B0GX2WS5RB?ref_=ast_author_mpb
The couple wore golf attire and might have just finished a round. The older man had his arm resting on the back of the booth behind the young lady, and he spoke to her with some intensity. The moment Mark came through the door, her attention shifted to him, and Ricky thought he saw her eyes dilating with interest. It was apparent that Mark had noticed her also, and their gaze locked for a long moment.
The woman’s eyes followed Mark as he joined his friend Ricky at the bar. After pouring his drink, the bartender returned to chopping limes at the far end of the bar.
When she was out of range, he turned to Ricky and asked, “So, to what do I owe this unusual pleasure?”
Ricky saw that the older member was speaking even more intently into the younger woman’s ear. She smiled and occasionally nodded, but when she wasn’t looking down at their table, she was looking over at Mark.
“Now, what’s on your mind?” Mark asked.
“I’m probably an idiot,” Ricky began.
“No doubt.”
“But, Candy and I have talked about…I’m really not sure how to say this, so I’ll just blurt it out. We talked about Candy becoming my hotwife.” Ricky said in a rush.
Mark swiveled his stool to stare at his friend, now completely interested. “That must have been some conversation.”
“It certainly was, and my task is to find the right man for a one-time hook-up.”
Mark would never have guessed the real reason for their meeting. “I’m honored that you thought of me. Now, tell me what you have in mind.”
“I thought you could stop by sometime next weekend for a drink with Candy and me, then maybe set up something from there, if it goes well.” Ricky sounded nervous even to himself.
“What else are you thinking, buddy?” Mark continued.
“If such a thing were to happen, it would be understood to be a one-time thing, just sex, with no emotional connections.” Ricky turned, “And, I’d get to watch.”
“When would you like me to come over?”
Ricky had to swallow hard before he could speak, “How about Friday after work?”
Mark held out his hand, and as they shook, he said, “See you then.”
Without another word, Mark slipped off his stool and walked out the door. Ricky watched in amazement as the young woman pushed past the older man, ignored his shouted questions, and ran to catch up with Ricky’s friend.