Chapter 1: A Depressing Situation

MEL (MELISSA)

I lay on my back panting from the rare but wonderful exertions for sex with my husband. We’d just orgasmed. I’d flooded where we were joined with my girl juices, and he’d also filled my fuck hole with about a gallon of his white jizz – so much, that it overflowed even with him still in me. He was drenched in our juices and I was on top of him with his cock deep inside my small body – my favorite position in life. I moaned into his face after a long kiss, “Dave, how did we get in the habit of not doing this ALL the time?”

He sighed and held a breast in each of his hands toying with my prominent nipples; “Too many other demands and distractions – two kids, our work, the house, two sets of parents, two grandparents, my volunteer work with the shelter, your work with the woman’s resource center, our close friendships, and so on. I share the blame. I think the last time we fucked was over a month ago. Yeah, we’ve got to do something to fix this, and I’m serious. I was feeling very distant from you, but the last hour fixed that.”

What had happened that particular evening to allow time for our evening hook-up was that in a rare move, Dave’s parents had taken our two children Beth and Scott on a glamping trip for the three-day Memorial Day weekend. They left Friday afternoon and wouldn’t be back until late Monday afternoon. The memorable lovemaking with my husband took place on Friday night. I had high hopes for the rest of the weekend, too.

The next morning, I met up with my neighbors Sarah and Ashley for our usual Saturday coffee klatch. Since the morning was warm, the three of us were in short shorts, and revealing tops. I think we were exhibitionists at heart. We weren’t slutty, but we were hot. Ash had on a loose crop top on, Sarah wore a t-shirt with huge arm holes so that when she gestured, she was putting on a ‘side’ show, and I had my bra-less bazookas with my usual pointy nipples in a thin t-shirt announcing to the world that I was still horny. I also had a glow about me since Dave and I had a leisurely morning fuck.

Sarah teased, “Mel, I’m surprised Dave let you out of the house like that.”

I shook my chest a little to start the jiggling, swaying, and bouncing motions that only my boobs could make among the three of us. I had the bigger tits, by far. I informed, “Dave played with my tits before I left to come here; that’s why they’re still excited, plus I’m still in the afterglow phase of sex from last night and this morning. We don’t have the kids this weekend, so we’re almost ‘free use’ around the house all weekend. This is a first for us in over a year. We’re both in recovery mode.”

Ashley sighed, “I wish Ken would pay attention to me like that. I’m always ‘free use’ but much of the time he forgets I’m there unless there’s not food on the table or Bobby has a really poopy diaper. We are in a rut about a mile deep. Going a month or more without anything sexual happening seems normal around our house, too. I don’t like it.”

Sarah nodded, “I feel the same way. Jim has lost his mojo that drew us together ten years ago. You’ve got me thinking again about what we can do to fix him – or me – or our mutual contributions to our loss of intimacy. I admit it; I’ve been masturbating more than ever. I think I should buy stock in a battery company, but that is woefully inadequate to what I really want.”

Ashley and I nodded in agreement.

I assessed each of us. Fuck, we were all nines or tens on the looks and personality scales. Ashley Miller had beautiful shoulder length reddish brown hair, green eyes, kissable lips, a graceful neck, generous tits, and a thin body, with legs that looked as sexy as sin. She had a personality that sparkled and we knew she had a naughty streak based on what she shared with us about her fantasies and also how she teased husband Ken.

Ashley had a chain of women’s boutique clothing stores around the tri-county area, and they carried a popular line of clothing that other places couldn’t get their hands on. Her sister lived in Hong Kong, worked in the fashion industry, and had arranged for a source to be the exclusive supplier in Ash’s geography with her shops. She also did a lot of online sales in her e-store.

Sarah Dustin was also a stacked blonde, like me, with blue eyes, kissable lips. She had long hair down to nearly the crack in her ass, and always looked like she just walked off the cover of some upscale fashion magazine. She had an ass to die for, and also long sexy legs. Sarah had a Ph.D., and was an associate professor in sociology and anthropology at the nearby state university. Probably in five to seven years, she’d come up for tenure. She studied unique tribes through North America – both extinct and current.

I compared myself to my close friends. I was stacked, too, but what made me look even larger and with more pronounced breasts is that I was just five feet tall. Dave often called me The Pixie. I was one sexy as fuck Pixie, if I say so myself. Despite my magnificent breasts, about the same size as those on Sarah, I had a bubble butt to balance things out, a thin body, and toned legs.

I’d been a cheerleader in high school and college. I was so small and relatively light, that I was always the girl that got tossed twenty feet in the air or the girl at the top of the pyramid. My personality also sparkled, and I’d gone into real estate with Prestige Estate Realty, and was a successful agent dealing in mid-to-high-priced listings. I didn’t sell as often, but when I did, I made some real money.

The three of us ‘girls’ had each been married about ten years and all of us were what might be called ‘ripe’. Further, we each had two young children. My Beth and Scott were ages eight and six. We were upwardly mobile aspiring families. We were hot MYLFs.

Ashley had two children: Carolyn, age six, and one-year-old Bobby. Sarah’s kids, Chloe and Ross, were ten-year-old twins.

After a silence, Ashley teased me, “Hey, can you stay out of bed for a few hours and join us tonight for a barbecue? Sarah?” Both of us agreed.

As much as Ashley, Sarah, and I liked each other, our husbands, Ken, Jim, and Dave also got along equally great. Ken was a systems engineer for some consulting company, so he was often traveling in some professional capacity. Jim was a dentist and orthodontist with a sturdy practice in partnership with two other dentists, an oral surgeon, and several dental techs. My Dave was an investment manager, handling the portfolios for about a hundred upper-middle-class investors at an international company named Dane Cooper.

DAVE

Jim and I were keeping Ken company as he grilled some ribs. We each had a beer can in our hands. Our superficial discussion has just covered the topic of the perfect barbecue sauce to use. I was not a purist as the other two men appeared to me. I used store-bought sauces.

Ken turned to me and chuckled, “I heard you got a lot of ‘tail’ last night and earlier today?”

I rolled my eyes. “Mel is sharing bedroom secrets again, I guess.”

Jim was laughing, “I guess what makes the event noteworthy is that, like the rest of us, those events have become rare.”

I nodded. “Yeah, unfortunately. I wish someone would come up with a magic formula so we could have time alone more frequently like Mel and I this weekend.”

“We could outsource the kids or give them up for adoption,” Jim suggested with a smirk.

In the nearby pool, four children were having fun and, hopefully, tiring themselves out so they’d go to be early. The age range was almost one- to ten-years-old. The kids in the pool belonged to the Millers and Dustins. The neighborhood babysitter, Cindy, was watching all of them with instructions to tire them out, feed them, and did I mention tire them out?

I did my eyeroll thing again. “I suppose we could farm the kids out to grandparents more often.” I wondered how that would work. Mel and my parents still worked. We had a few grandparents around, but I shuddered to think what their babysitting would be like. Our two kids would ride roughshod over ours.

Jim said, “What about a second honeymoon?”

Ken shook his head, “We tried that last year. Took a cruise. Despite what we were told about the odds against it, both of us caught the Norovirus. Not much fun and a ruined week. It did bring the two of us together in a strange, but unpleasant way.”

I said, “Mel and I went off for an extra-long weekend about a year ago, but kept fielding telephone calls from her parents with questions about how to feed, care for, and manage the kids. About ten calls a day. We may as well have stayed home.”

Sarah came up, “What are you guys talking about? Sports?”

Jim shook his head, “No. Actually, we were just talking about how to spend more time with our wives, and how to put some spark back in our marriages.”

Sarah nodded and said, “Keep talking.” Gesturing at Mel and Ashley, she added, “We’ll be very supportive of any results you can achieve – singly or collectively. As of this morning, we’re working on the same problem.”

I asked, “What do you mean?”

Sarah gave me one of her bright smiles, “I’d love to have Jim to myself, especially in some romantic setting, or even if all of us adults do something together – without kids! NO KIDS! Allow me to emphasize the ‘without kids’ part of that statement.” She paused and added, “They’re little cock blockers, twat jammers, and pussy plugs. Just when Jim and I get romantic, a rare occurrence, one of them shows up with a problem regardless of time of day. Last night, Ross came into our bedroom feeling nauseous, just as we started. We never did anything. Damn.”

I speculated, “Farming them out would only be for a week or so, and then for another long time period, for instance, you’d be right back in the same state you’re in now.”

Ken tossed in, “Yeah, we need something that can shift all our relationships in a positive direction ALL at the same time and not just for one or two weeks a year. I’m still randy enough to want to do something every day. We need to redesign our lives and our families. We need a new set of rules.”

Sarah said, “I like that attitude. Let’s keep thinking about that and finding solutions.”

MEL

Sarah, Ashley, and I sipped our coffee at our usual stop, enjoying the Saturday morning break before starting errands, shopping, and the like.

Sarah said, “The guys want to be with us more, just like we want to be with them. Is there no magic cure? Who knew that having the good life – good kids, nice house, worthy jobs, and all, meant we didn’t get to have a sex life – well, rarely.”

I said, “What would be the end result of what we all want feel like?”

Ashley chuckled, “Lots of orgasms. We need to form a Sex Club dedicated to providing each female member with a shitload of orgasms on the daily basis.” We all laughed, and agreed.

I teased, “Do you care who you get those orgasms from?”

Ash grinned, “Well ... Ken should be one of my major sources, but I wouldn’t mind there being others so long as he was onboard about what went on. I do not want battery generated versions except when I’m desperate. At this stage in my life, I’m not picky and I have been desperate.”

Sarah laughed and nodded, “I feel the same way.”

“I do, too,” I said. “What if we shared husbands? That’d liven up everything.”

Ashley and Sarah looked at me with curious expressions. I noted that no one reacted adversely or immediately said no.

Ash said, “Hold that thought. I had another idea that might be related.”

Sarah urged, “What? What?”

Ashley said, “A competition between our families – about sexual feats.”

Sarah and I repeated the term without understanding. “What do you mean?” I asked.

Ash spoke with a grin, “Well, we set goals for a week or two or some time period that each of us has to accomplish. We meet and have to report on our progress or show proof that we did something – like a photograph or something. Maybe the progress is something we all do together or maybe just couple by couple – and, I guess, in some instances, the couple need not be spouses.”

“Give an example,” I posed.

Ashley got a devilish grin, “For starters, let’s say that each of the six of us has to give a nude massage to their naked spouse – a serious massage, and it has to have a ‘happy ending’ – meaning an orgasm or two.”

I spoke, “Oooooh, I like the way you think. So, we come up with sexual challenges of some kind like an erotic massage. Cool.”

Sarah teased, “What if the person massaging or getting the massage wasn’t your spouse?” She giggled.

“Oooooh, even better.”

Ashley said, “Maybe that’s too radical to start, but what if, while we’re dealing with our spouse, we introduce some role play where we invoke some fantasies about being with others of us.”

Sarah and I were nodding enthusiastically.

Ashley said, “Homework! We need a list of sexy things to do.”

“By next Saturday?” I asked.

“Yes, Ashley said. “Let’s make a list and we’ll compare notes – a Sex List of all the things we could do. In the meanwhile, at Sarah’s dinner tonight, let’s psych up the guys so they want to compete on the ‘Massage Challenge’.”

I asked, “What exactly is the challenge?”

Ashley said, “Each spouse gets massaged while naked, and you keep an honest count of the orgasms. This is going for both the act of massage and the score. We pledge to be honest.”