I sat at the table sipping a Coke from the machine just down the motel hall and watched as my best friend Joie (pronounced Joey) worked her magic on a young stud that she had picked up at the Golden Spur. Joie was married, but quite obviously not working at it. She had already taken her sweater and bra off and her breasts were out there for all to see. The 'all' was Joie's stud Al, me and Phil who was Al's wingman of the evening.
Phil and I watched as Al moved up behind Joie and cupped her breasts and used fingers to tweak nipples that were already stiff. Al's hands dropped and pushed down Joie's skirt and panties and then he pushed her down on the motel bed. Joie moved into position for puppy fucking, which is what she called the doggie position, and wiggled her ass at Al. His cock was hard and he moved up behind Joie and probed with his cock. Joie reached under, took hold of the hard flesh and guided it into the proper place.
Joie was wet – Joie was always wet – but it still took Al three pushes to get all the way to the balls into her. Joie grunted and moaned as Al pumped away at her and after several minutes Joie cried out as her first climax of the evening hit. Knowing Joie as well as I did I knew that she would have at least one more before Al got his.
I was aware of Phil's hands on my knee, but I didn't protest. I would if he tried to go higher, but I saw no reason to put a damper on the evening just yet. Joie had two more orgasms before Al exclaimed "Oh Christ" and rammed hard into Joie and held himself tight against her as his seed flowed into her.
I had taken my attention off of Phil for a bit and he had gotten his hand up to mid-thigh. I slapped his hand away and Joie saw it.
"Oh come on Rose; the man needs some relief."
"Not from me. I made that crystal clear before we left the Spur."
"You are such a pill sometimes" she said as she crooked a finger at Phil and made a 'come hither' motion and when Phil got up and moved toward the bed she rolled on her back and waited for him. Phil moved between her legs and his cock slid easily into her cum filled pussy. I watched as Phil thrust his hard cock into Joie. She put her legs up on his shoulders and grunted from the force of his love making. Al watched for a bit and then he moved to Joie's head and pushed his cock at her mouth. She opened her mouth and took him in as the room listened to the 'slap, slap, slap' of Phil plowing Joie's field.
Phil picked up the pace slamming his cock into Joie as he sought his climax and when he reached it and pulled his softening cock out of Joie Al moved from her mouth to her pussy and was quickly balls deep into her. Phil moved to her mouth and Joie began working on him.
What was I doing while all this was going on? I had put my Coke down and I had my left hand holding my panties away from my body so my right could easily get to my pussy. I fingered myself as I wished that it was me on that bed and I brought myself to a climax just about the same time that Al gave Joie another one.
As Al was pulling out of her and Phil was getting ready to take Al's place Joie looked at me and said:
"Are you sure you don't want him? You don't have to settle for your fingers you know."
"I know and I do want him, but I can't and you know it."
"You owe it to yourself girlfriend and besides he'd never know and you know as well as I do that he doesn't care and he isn't going to help you."
That was true enough. Not that Frank wouldn't care if I gave myself to another man; it was just that I was sure that Frank didn't care about me. Joie started to say something, but Phil slammed into her and all that came out of her mouth was a grunt. Phil, having already cum once was taking longer the second time and he gave Joie several orgasms before he got his rocks off.
By then Al was ready for another round, but I called a halt to things. Joie was driving and I needed to get home. Joie reluctantly got dressed and I got some nasty looks from Al and Phil, but Joie knew when she asked me to go out with her what my limits were and 'home by ten' was one of them.
On the drive home Joie asked, "Why didn't you join in? You wanted to. It was written all over your face."
"I did want to. I wanted to in the worst way, but I just can't bring myself to do it."
"Is it still that silly nonsense about you being married?"
"I suppose it is."
"It doesn't make sense Rose. You are a healthy woman and a healthy woman requires a sex life. If you are telling the truth, and I don't doubt you for a minute, Frank is not giving you what you need and I do mean need. Sex is just as big a need as air, food and water."
"I know all of that Joie, but I just can't make myself do it. I've tried and I've even come close a coupler of times, but I just can't bring myself to go through with it."
"You will Rose. You seem to have forgotten that I have known you since you were twelve and I am well aware of your sexual appetites."
"That was before I got married."
"That may be Rose, but the appetites are still there. Held in check, but they are still there."
Joie was right of course. The appetites were still there. And I wasn't at all that sure that I could hold them in check for much longer.
Joie was indeed aware of my sexual appetites. More than once we had double-dated and swapped dates during the course of the evening. Three times while still in high school and more times than I can remember in college we had pulled trains lying on a mattress next to each other. Joie and I were two peas in the same pod. Given that, what happened to us after high school and three years of college was surprising.
Joie met Steve, fell head over heels in love, and became a good approximation of a nun. Steve was a fairly straight-laced man and had straight –laced ideas where sex was concerned. He did not believe in sex before marriage and he did not know of Joie's reputation so Joie pretended to be a virgin and went to her marriage bed not knowing at thing about how Steve would be in bed.
He was lousy!
According to what Joie told me he wasn't even a two minute man. Pre-ejaculation was the norm, but Joie loved him to death and wouldn't leave him. But Joie needed sex and lots of it so she played. I never understood it. How could you love someone and constantly hang horns on him, but Joie was Joie and I loved her like a sister and it wasn't any of my business anyway.
I fell in love with Frank, but not trusting that he wouldn't find out what a slut I'd been I told him up front that I had a past, what it was and that I was a very highly sexed woman. His eyes lit up like he had found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. We fucked like sex crazed bunnies from our second date until the fourth year of our marriage and then the sex stopped and there was none. Frank fell at work, hurt his back and suffered from severe back pain. Added to that was stress from work, leg pains from the back injury, late hours at work, etc., etc., etc. The bottom line is that I wasn't getting laid and I was not happy.
I'd told Joie about my problem and she said that she knew just what I needed. Go out, have a few drinks and relax. I thought it worth a try only to find out that in addition to a few drinks she had a few hard cocks in mind. Knowing her as well as I did it shouldn't have come as a surprise. She grabbed onto some stud and naturally he had a buddy. I said to count me out and so Joie did both of them while I sat and watched and resisted the urge to rip off my clothes and join in.
The next time she suggested a night out I said I'd pass and she promised me that the night would not be a repeat of the previous one. Well, it wasn't. She hooked up with a guy who didn't have a buddy and went out into the parking lot and spent quality time with him on a back seat while I sat inside fending off wolves and wishing that it was me on the back seat.
I finally decided that vows be damned and I'd finally get what I needed on a night out with Joie and I went into the evening fully intending to end my long dry spell, but before Al and Phil even joined us I chickened out. I was fighting hard to stay faithful to Frank, but I knew that most likely it was a fight I was going to lose unless Frank started taking care of business.
I'd set a deadline of ten for being home because I'd made up my mind that if I didn't go through with getting myself laid I was going to get home before Frank went to bed and rape him if I had to. He normally went to bed at eleven and he didn't expect me home until eleven-thirty or twelve.
The house was quiet when I entered and that surprised me. Frank was usually glued to the couch in front of the TV, but the living room was empty. He must have gone to bed early. So much for my raping him. I started for the stairs and saw a light flickering from the direction of Frank's home office and I walked toward it. As I got closer I saw Frank sitting in front of his computer and he was masturbating. Masturbating!! He could masturbate, but he couldn't make love to me? I don't know why I didn't storm into the room and confront him, but I didn't. I backed quietly away and left the house.
I walked around back and sat on one of the patio chairs and contemplated what I'd just discovered. Frank couldn't make love to me because of back pain? Using his hand on himself obviously didn't hurt and that to me meant that lying on his back and letting me do all the work cowgirl fashion wouldn't have hurt either. Why wouldn't he have sex with me? Something wasn't right, but what?
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