Chapter 1: POV Steve Harris

I was at Mary and Greg Benson’s Easter celebration. They always go all out for the kids with the Easter baskets, the egg hunting and all that stuff. Mary was raised Catholic and she has chosen Easter to be her thing even though she doesn’t go to mass except on the big holidays, Easter being the only exception because of the celebration she has every year.

Stella, my wife and I have two children, a boy Sterling sixteen and a girl Stephany fourteen, they aren’t much into hunting eggs anymore, but there are almost always some of their friends at this party. This year not many kids their age showed up and they decided to walk home.

Stella enjoys getting together with friends no matter what the reason and she also likes to help Mary with the preparation and clean up. Me ... I’m pretty much over the squealing and screaming of the little devils. Been there done that.

Anyway, after about an hour of wandering around and conversing with the friends and neighbors that were in attendance I get this killer head ache, so I popped a couple of aspirins and looked for a quiet place to lie down. Now I have found that that when I get these dammed headaches, if I lie down on the carpet in a dark place or I have something soft to cover my eyes it really helps, at least it does for me.

So I wander into Greg’s den where the curtains are thick and the walls are lined with books. I find this nice cool dark area behind the couch and lay down. I sigh knowing I’ve found the perfect spot. I can just barely hear the kids running and yelling outside as they search for eggs, and their sounds are muted by the closed curtains and the extra insulation of the books.

Greg smokes cigars and this is the only place in the house Mary allows him to smoke them, so the sweet odor of the tobacco permeates the room. He’s quite the connoisseur of fine cigars. He has tried to get me to try one of his sticks but I have two reasons for declining. One is that I quit smoking ten years ago and it was very difficult to stop and I didn’t want to go through that experience again despite Greg’s assurances that cigars are different, and the other is that Greg spends upwards of fifteen hundred dollars for a box of ten and despite the fact that I do have the discretionary funds to spend that kind of money on cigars, I have other vices that I would rather spend that money on.

I can almost feel the headache dissipate as I lie there letting the world drift away.

I must have fallen asleep, because it’s like I’m in a dream and I become slowly aware that I’m not alone. I hear soft low voices of men talking. There’s some quiet soothing classic music playing. The smell of cigar smoke is strong.

Then I hear my friend Greg say. “Cohibas were Fidel’s preferred brand these here were created in 1966 as Havana’s premier brand for diplomatic purposes.”

I then realized that I had fallen asleep.

Then I heard another friend of mine Bart Mosely replying. “Yes, I can see why you like them, their spicy and quite aromatic, a little strong for my pallet. I prefer my cigars somewhat milder, but these are quite good. They go well with this Grand Marnier.

My headache was not quite gone and I debated the merits of rising and disturbing my friends, or continuing to lie here and recover. I hadn’t intended to eavesdrop on the two men, but when I heard Bart ask. “Of all the wives we socialize with. Who do you find the most sexually attractive?”

“Where did this come from?” Greg asked.

“Oh, I’ve been thinking about this for quite a while and I have asked this same question of several friends and one woman continually rises to the top. Who would you say that is Greg?”

“Greg was quiet for a minute or so then he responded to Bart’s question. “Well there’s always Sally Marks, with her blond hair and bright blue eyes. She has a rather womanly body that she likes to flaunt. I like her shape. When I look at her the word that comes to my mind is Babe.”

“Then there’s Chrystal, Bill’s wife. She’s a fiery red head that always is dressed to the nines and if you looked up the phrase ‘arm candy’ her picture would be there.

Bart interrupted Greg’s evaluations. “No I’m talking pure hot sexuality, the woman you would just love to fuck.”

Greg didn’t hesitate. “Oh well, that would be Stella, Steve’s wife.”

My ears perked up. They were talking about my wife!

“Exactly!” Bart confirmed. “She has the body of a goddess and the way her back bends slightly to the rear, priming that peach of an ass, I can just imagine that that woman could fuck the ears off of twenty men and still want to keep going.”

That might be truer than Bart might know; I thought, though probably not twenty, more like six or eight men. Lately, after we made love, she has been hinting that if I were up to it she would like to have another round. More often than not I’ve been able to oblige her, but I seem to be wearing down. I have been worried that I might burn out and she might want to go outside the marriage to get her needs met.

We’ve even talked about a threesome, but she has shot that down faster than a clay pigeon at a shotgun convention. If she’s going to step out on me I would rather know that she is going to do it. I have considered talking to her about the possibility of her dating, but I’m not there yet.

Of all the people in the world I considered Greg my best friend and was somewhat disturbed that he would talk to someone so freely about me and my wife’s sex life. We have been best buddies since fourth grade. I knew he liked Stella, but he’s never expressed any sexual desire for her other than a little drunken flirting, which she returned in kind.

Mary, Greg’s wife, is a pretty hot woman in her own right and she should be on that list as well as my Stella. Then I thought a little more, no not really. I mean Mary is pretty, but Stella, from a purely sexual point, there’s no one in our group that can touch her.

Bart continued. “Of the nine men I’ve talked to so far eight have unequivocally chosen Stella over any other woman in our circle of friends.”

Greg asked. “Who was the ninth?”

“Roger Samson. He said his wife is the sexiest.”

“What?” Greg questioned in disbelief. “She weighs two twenty if she’s a pound.”

“That’s Roger.”

Greg muttered. “Yeah actually, I can see him saying that. I think he’s just into fat, which is funny considering how skinny he is. So eight out of nine neighborhood cocks would choose to fuck Stella rather than anyone else.”

“No one else even had a chance. Well Sally with her huge knockers came in a distant second, but yeah, Stella was most fuckable.”

Bart must have shifted on the couch because his end moved slightly. Then he said. “Let me ask you this, I know Steve is fairly successful in his business, but who runs the show at home.”

“Stella, for sure. She’s in charge of anything pertaining to family matters and the household budget. If there’s a big purchase I’m sure they discuss it and make a mutual decision, but Steve usually defers everything to her.”

My dick was getting hard listening to two of my closest friends talk about screwing my wife. Like I said I have thought about looking for help with Stell’s sexual desires, but this was turning me on more than I thought it should. A husband shouldn’t get excited when other men are discussing the merits of his wife’s pussy and the possibility of sticking their cocks in it.

“How come you are asking all these questions?” Greg asked.

Yeah, lying there on the floor I was pretty curious as to where this discussion going? I mean I knew that Bart was a phycologist and perhaps his professional curiosity had been piqued over our social groups dynamic, but my wife’s sexuality and other men’s desire screw her seemed a fairly specific and extremely personal subject to pursue.

Bart cleared his throat. “I know you are Steve’s best friend and I would hope we could keep this conversation just between us for the time being, and to answer your question, well I have just been noticing things about Steve and Stella, but before I clarify further let me ask a few more question.” And before Greg could answer or give consent Bart barged on.

“Has Steve looked a little tired to you lately?”

There was silence. “Now that you mentioned it, yeah, kind of, but I just figured that there were things at work dragging him down.”

“What about Stella. Have you noticed anything about her that seems just out of the norm?”

Another pause. “Well, she’s been a little jumpy and perhaps a little more touchy feely than normal, but Stella has always been a hands on kind of girl, I wouldn’t read much into that. What the fuck are you driving at Bart?”

“Ok. I need you to promise me that you will keep what I tell you to yourself. Don’t tell anyone not even Mary and especially not Steve or Stella. Can you do that?”

“I don’t know Bart. Steve’s a good friend and I don’t want to do anything that could hurt our friendship.”

In my head I’m screaming to Greg ‘promise him. I want to know what he’s got on his mind!’

“Well if you can’t promise confidentiality then I don’t want to tell you what my observations have been. It would be irresponsible, because they are only observations and I have no concrete information to base my theories on, so if you can’t promise, then I can’t tell. I shouldn’t even be saying this much, but you are his best friend and if anyone might be able to assist him through whatever he might soon be dealing with it would be you.”

Again my mind is trying to send out a telepathic message. ‘Promise him Greg, for God sakes promise him!!’

“You think it is that important?”

“It could be.” Bart said firmly.

DO IT! DO IT! I chanted in my mind.

“Ok, I promise.”

I almost said out loud. ‘Thank God.’ But I caught myself just in time. My headache was gone now.

“Well, I have noticed several things. The most important of these is that both Steve and Stella are fundamentally submissive. It’s hard to see in their public persona, but for Steve much of his success in business has been built on the strength of his personality and acquiescing to his client’s wishes and demands. People like a yes man when they are paying for services. His internal motto is, ‘the customer is always right’. Therefore he bends over backwards to service his clients. In other words a submissive mind set.”

Bart continued. “Stella, on the other hand, has a hard time saying no to her friends and even strangers when they ask for her help. How much do you really think she enjoys helping your wife with her burdening Easter project?”

“I always though she seemed happy to help.” Greg interjected.