My Name is Sara II by taletale

I had come a long way since my vanilla marriage that ended over a year ago now. I found a group of military men that had been meeting all my needs for a while. I had sex with all of them at once a while ago and it was one of the more amazing experiences of my life. For sure the most amazing sexual experience I had ever had, up until then. One day my girlfriend asked me if I would come to lunch with her so she could talk. It sounded like something, but I couldn’t tell if it was good or bad news. We ended up going to a sandwich place that had a balcony. It was nice and relaxing.

“Hey Trish.” I said as I stood up and hugged her.

“Hey Sara.” She said hugging me tightly.

We exchanged pleasantries for a while and ordered our food. After not to long the waiter came back over and Trish ordered a margarita.

“Is it bad news?” I asked her

She looked at me surprised and said, “Oh, um…… no.” She looked into my eyes for a second and then looked down at the table.

“Is everything ok?” I asked as I laid my hand on top of hers.

She bit the inside corner of her cheek and just stared at our hands touching each other. I wasn’t sure what to think about this at all. I feared that she was lying to me and something was wrong.

“You know how you told me about you and, um….. those guys?” she said looking at me and looking away very quickly.

“The military guys?” I said smiling a bit.

“Yeah.”

“Sure, why.” I said not knowing where she was going with this.

“Well……” She paused as the waiter brought her margarita and walked away. She grabbed the glass and drank half of it all at once. “I told Tom. I’m so sorry Sara. I didn’t mean too but I was drinking and trying to dirty talk with him and it just came out.” She was rambling so fast it was like she was in a race with herself to finish her own sentences.

“Well, what did he say?” I asked her very curious. I did not care that he knew at all which was a weird feeling, but the intense need to know how he felt about it was amazing. There was a part of me that wanted him to be turned on by it, so I was on the edge of my seat for her reply.

She looked up at me with the saddest and most confused eyes I had ever seen. “You’re not mad?” she asked bringing her other hand on top of mine.

“No Trish, I’m not mad. But I do want to know what he said.” I told her smiling and cocking my head to the side as you do when you are telling a child they are doing something cute or sweet.

“Well, he said it was hot. Um, his words exactly were, that’s fucking hot. And……” She trailed off picking up her glass and downing the rest of it. As she drank, I had a small party with my subconscious about being called hot. “He said, That’s fucking hot. Do you want to do that?” She said once again racing threw her sentences.

I was a bit surprised but now I understood why she was so anxious. “Wow! So, what did you say?”

“I said yes, but with another couple.” She said looking at me.

“Look at you Trish. Good for you.” I told her very excited that she was getting to try something new. The only fun that I think she had was going over to her friend Stacy’s house from time to time for drinks. That is only so exciting, and Stacy has a son that comes over after college sometimes that is just, weird.

“Thanks Sara.” She said as she was holding my hands tightly. It looked like a huge weight was lifted off her shoulders. She was once again the flowy Broadway-esq Trish that I remember. That could be because she was not holding anything back, or because her margarita had been made correctly and she had devoured it already.

“So, what now?” I asked very interested to see what the next step was.

“Well he told me to find a couple and he was down.” She said very quickly as she raised her shoulders and eyebrows.

“Where do you go to find a couple for something like that?” I asked laughing, as I waved to the waiter.

When the waiter showed up Trish looked at me and said, “Will you have a margarita with me?”

I smiled, looked at the handsome waiter and said, “Looks like 2 margaritas please.” He just nodded his head and walked away.

“Well Sara, that is the other reason that I asked you to come out with me.” She gave me a very cute little sheepish grin as she popped her shoulders up and down. She looked so uncomfortable and so sweet at the same time.

“Oh goodness. Should I wait for my margarita before you tell me the rest.” I said pretending to be scared.

“Sure, and you are not going to have to wait long.” She reached her arm out and the waiter handed her drink. I was not sure how the drinks were coming out so fast, but I was grateful there would be no suspense.

“So, what is it Trish?” I said as soon as the waiter went away.

She took a big swallow of her drink and looked me directly in the eyes and said, “Will you do it with us?”

“Me?” I was surprised right away but most of all I think that I was flattered. She could have picked anyone and any couple but out of everyone in the world she wanted me.

I had not been with a woman before, but the last few chapters of my life made me realize that just because you haven’t done something does not mean that you will not like it, so I was open to the idea.

“But you need a couple.” I said.

“So yeah. Um. I was wondering if you could get one of your military boys and you two pretend to be a couple?” She said as a question.

“Trish, I am 15 years older than them. You don’t think that’s gonna be weird, us saying were a couple?” I asked in amazement.

“Uhg. I don’t know Sara, but you are the only person that I trust with this.” She said almost whining.

“I guess I could gussy it up and try to look younger, and maybe put Mike in a suit or something.” I said sounding more inconvenienced than I meant too.

“Mike?! Which one is that?” She asked on the edge of her seat.

Trish was one of the girls that made me prove to her that I had done a 4 way, so she had a bit of a background on my military men.

“He is the one that did all the talking and hit on me first in the bar.” I said

“Is that the one with the big thingy?” She asked way more excited than I had ever seen her.

“No that’s Rob. He got PCS’ed.” I said.

“PC what?” She looked at me as if I had said something horrible.

“Oh sorry, um, that just means that he went to another military post for a while.” I explained.

“UGH, ok fine. Mike it is.” She said giving away that she really wanted me to bring Rob.

Over a few more drinks we made plans and ironed out the ins and outs of it all. (Pun intended.) We were going to meet up at their house for dinner and some drinks next weekend. I told her that we would bring our drinks since they were going to make us the dinner. I already knew that Mike drank 7 and 7, as did I, so that was already taken care of.

I called Mike that night and didn’t have to do much asking, seeing as when I call, he is always willing. I did have to do a surprising amount of comforting him that Tom was not going to make a move on him. Younger men are always scared of what they don’t know. I for sure did not tell Mike that I would have loved to watch him, and another guy go at it. I have always wanted to see it, but Mike would run for the hills I think, if I told him that.

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The week had taken forever, but it was finally over. Trish had texted me hundreds of times making sure that we were still good and explaining more and more about what she wanted. It was always after 7 or 8 pm so I figured that she had been drunk every night just so she was comfortable enough to talk about it. I was getting more and more comfortable talking about sex and all types of things now a days and didn’t need alcohol anymore. It was freeing and I loved who I was now.

Mike showed up in his Chevy Z-71 4 door. It was silver and had no doubt been cleaned inside and out for me. I wish he was older because I would have considered dating him. He was dashing in his suit, (that I asked him to wear.) He was always clean shaven with a tight haircut seeing his profession. That is a plus when it comes to being with military men. You always know they will be clean cut.

He couldn’t help but try to come up with a game plan as we drove to Trish and Tom’s house.

“So, what’s the deal? How are we going to do this?” He said as if he was getting a mission plan.

“I don’t know. Other than my ex-husband you and your friends are my only other sexual experiences, so this is new to me too.” I said as nice as I could say it.

“Maybe we eat dinner and flirt a little. And. Yeah, that’s it. We will flirt a little and maybe I can touch her leg or something under the table. Can you do that sort of thing with the other guy?” He said truly sounded like he was coming up with a battle plan that would be executed.

“Mike, we don’t have to seduce them. They must seduce us. Remember, they are the ones that want this, so let them run the show.” I said a little more matter of fact.

You could tell that he had never been in this situation before because his face started to go through a variety of contortions. He had always been the chaser not the chased.

“They want this for their marriage, so all we have to do is be there and act normal and eventually they will make a move on us.” I said to him making it sound like I was a genius at this. I didn’t see the need to tell him the reason I was saying this was because that is what Trish told me she wanted. Just let him think I have all the answers.

“Ok yeah, yeah. I gotcha Sara. Nice. So, we just be a couple and then they will come to us.” He said as if him repeating what I said would make it more valid, or sound like his own plan. Young guys are hilarious, but they are panning out to be useful.

We didn’t talk for the rest of the way to their house. I was very excited so sitting in my thoughts was quite nice. As we got there, Mike told me to stay in the truck and he would come around. I let him, of course.

I gave him seductive eyes as I said, “thank you sir.”