Tonight

Douglas and Lisa knew their time was short. They had been putting off this decision for quite some time. They talked about it on end. They found a way to bring it up in conversation morning, noon, and night. The offer expired tonight and they were expected to make their decision by that time.

At first, the offer seemed repulsive. Who would want to participate in such an activity? Douglas heard of such people who did and Lisa read about this in one of her romance novels, but that was fantasy. Lisa and Douglas lived in reality. People like them didn’t do these things.

But the memory of that night, that single moment where they made the proposition still lingered in Lisa’s mind. She was disturbed at first, but with each passing day, she became more intrigued. Mark was certainly capable of providing the services he offered and Lisa believed the time Douglas and Glynnis spent together at work would make the transition easier, but, and there always was that but, Lisa and Douglas were married and had always respected their vows.

But that was then and tonight was approaching.

Playing Devil’s advocate, Douglas said they should purchase the required attire. Who knows? If he and Lisa should chicken out, they may try this lifestyle on their own. Having the correct clothing (and the other new equipment) might add a certain spice to their life.

Douglas went along with the offer, in principle, as long as Lisa had no objections. Lisa knew she should be the one to draw the line in the sand, but she almost found herself excited with each passing moment. Mark and Glynnis chose this time because of the special lights Mark installed just for this occasion. That and their home was the last on the block and no one could “accidentally” peek at the progress of the four.

Should there actually be any progress.

Douglas and Lisa decided to don their new clothing and walk quickly to their hosts. It would be dangerous to do so, but it might make breaking the ice between the two couples easier. Douglas was ready for the sweaty evening ahead. Lisa felt somewhat exposed by the shortness of her skirt and the grip Mark promised to show her on his shaft. Memories of him whispering, “It is all about control” and “Pace yourself, this will be a long evening” kept running through her mind. Lisa’s face began divulging her eagerness to participate.

Just before they exited their own home, Douglas gave his wife of seven years a small kiss and a grab of her exposure to confirm what they both already knew. No excuses. No hang-ups. No morning lamentations. Lisa’s flushed face agreed. She wanted Mark, tonight, as her partner. Glynnis said he was patient and caring when she would need it; powerful as a bull, when she deserved it. Douglas would find Glynnis to possess the athleticism to offer Douglas a new perspective in a game he thought he had mastered.

Walking quickly, avoiding the looks from neighbors, Douglas and Lisa boldly went forward tonight.

It was not the first time they played tennis at night. It would be the first time they played mixed doubles with nationally ranked pros. They could only get better with such assistance.