I left it a couple of days before putting Rick out of his misery. I dropped a very short text saying:
'Coffee, Sat 11am' and a location.
I would explain exactly how this would play out and see if he was man enough for training or not.
Saturday arrived, and I purposely arrived five minutes late and sure enough, Rick was sat in the window looking nervous and oh so young! I managed to get my drink and stand at his table before he noticed me. Sitting opposite him, I enjoyed the expressions running across his face for a moment before speaking. Panic, arousal, amazement were all there, like a teenage boy with his first porno mag.
"Hello, Rick, are you well?"
"Erm, yes, thanks. I wasn't sure whether this was a wind-up or not. I mean, I'm real glad to see you," he stammered.
Taking a moment to sip my drink, I watched him trying to find something to say. Evil I know, but it's so much fun!
"It's not a wind-up, but it is unconventional. Are you open-minded, Rick?" I said quietly.
"Erm, I always thought so but now I'm not so sure. You have a husband, and he knows what we did. Yet you're still here. I have no idea what is going on, or why I'm here, but here I am."
Bless, the youngsters can stammer on, haha.
"Well, why don't I tell you? My man and I have an unusual relationship. It's not for most, and it took us a long time to get our heads around it, but we are totally open and honest with each other and occasionally I fulfill his darkest wish. Nothing will break us; let me say that now. There will be no emotional tie between you and me, no plans to run away. I am his, and he is mine. You will help me scratch his itch, and in reward, you gain skills and experiences that will serve you - and more importantly for me, your future lovers - well." Pausing for my drink, I studied his face.
He was still confused.
"My man likes to watch me get well fucked," I spelled it out. "I will teach you what women like and how; he will teach you how to control yourself, and you get your rocks off. This will only be a short-term thing. I suggest you think long and hard about this. It must strictly stay between us."
I drained my cup while watching disbelief join the expressions crossing his face.
"How old are you, anyway?" I asked.
"Twenty-three," he whispered.
Lifting his chin to make him meet my eyes, I gave him a smile.
"You have until midnight to think it over. Text your acceptance, or walk away. No hard feelings, no pressure."
With that, I was gone.
Walking into our house, I was greeted by my man, eager to hear what happened.