I was in the middle of writing a new story. For some reason, the story line kept getting lost in my thoughts. The jangling of the phone distracted me even further. "Sam. Hey Sam. How's it hanging you dog?" The voice on the other end was one of my oldest friends John. I was going to spend a part of the next week at his home. "John, hey thanks again for letting me stay at your place during the training session." I was slated to attend a training session for my job. It was taking place in a hotel about 159 miles from my home but only 20 miles from John's. I had approached him and Joyce about staying at their place as opposed to the hotel. John began laughing.
"Well my offer comes with a price. I have been having a problem with one of my heating lines. I need you to dismantle the feed line, blow it out and reconnect it." Leave it up to John to get free service any time he did a favor for someone. I laughed along with him.
"John you cheap bastard. If I charged you the price a plumber would, I'd be rich by now. OK! You got me. I'll do it but just for the price of a clean room and cooked meals." We talked back and forth about little mundane things for awhile. Then John's voice got quiet. "Sam we've been friends for over 20 years now." Something in his voice put me on alert. There was something wrong and my old buddy was about to drop a bomb on me. "John what's the matter. Are you and Joyce going through some problems? If so, I can just as easily stay at the hotel. My company's picking up the tab anyway."
John remained quiet for awhile longer. Whatever it was that was troubling him was serious. John normally was a very happy go lucky guy who never shut up. "Sam I have to ask you for a big favor." His voice was stone cold serious now. I tried to lighten his mood.
"Ah shit. You want me to paint the house too. Damn John, you always get me to do your work when you're away on business." He didn't laugh at my joke. "Sam, you know that I trust you with my life. Hell, growing up we trusted each other with our lives ten times over. You're closer to me than my own brothers and sisters." I didn't like the way this conversation was going. John said hold on and I heard him talking to a female voice. I recognized the voice. It was John's secretary.
"Sorry about that", he said continuing our conversation. "John you horny bastard. You took your secretary with you." John's secretary was a gorgeous fox. My dick got hard just thinking about fucking her. I knew that John had been sticking her for a long time off and on. I heard the door slam and John laughed at my words. "Sam this is business. Getting back to what we were talking about. I have been running like the devil on this project. I'm home for a week away for two. Back and forth, in and out, all the time. I have been really neglecting Joyce and it's starting to show. You're going to spend some time with her next week." I jumped in thinking that I knew what he was going to ask me.
"Hey John. I'll take her out to dinner, maybe a show. I'll talk to her and see how she feels. Don't worry about her. Joyce knows how important your job is right now." John jumped in and cut me off. "No Sam. Look. Joyce has been neglected lately. I know her and she gets antsy when she's feeling neglected. Sam, Joyce has always had the hots for you. I'm asking you more than I have a right to. If the occasion arises, I want you to fuck her." I almost dropped the phone. I held it away from my face and stared at it like it was a two-headed snake.
"Ah John old buddy. I know that I sometimes drink too much but I haven't had a drink all day. I didn't just hear you tell me that you wanted me to fuck your wife." John began to talk fast. John's talking fast was a sure sign that he was trying to convince me of something. "Sam you're my best friend! If my wife was going to get fucked by someone, I'd rather it be you than anyone else. Besides, I know that you've had a thing for her all along. I see the way you watch her when you think now one's looking."
John was right. I did watch Joyce. She was a tiny thing. She stood no taller than 4'10". She was cute without being beautiful. Her mouth was too wide, her eyes too big. If you didn't see the age in her face, you would swear you were looking at a young girl. She had small tits, short legs and a tiny ass. Oh yes, I watched her, but she was my best friend's wife. "Look John. That's asking a lot. I mean we have been friends forever and I won't take the chance on losing that. Besides what makes you think she would be interested in me anyway." John chuckled.
"Believe me Sam. If given the opportunity, Joyce would fuck your brains out. We've talked about it before. Your being such a close friend is the only thing that has stopped her from making a move on you. Look it may never happen. But if it does and the situation comes about. I want you to fuck her with a clear conscience." I didn't know what to say. We talked some more and than I hung up the phone. This would make matters sticky. I would try to be a friend but I knew the thought of fucking Joyce would intrude on my thoughts all the time I was at their home.
Friday, 1:30pm and the day was a bitch. Everything that could go wrong during the day did. The phone never stopped ringing. This time when it rang I wasn't polite when I answered. "Who is it?" The laughter was John's. "Whoa Sam, rough day?" I was in a foul mood. "Fuck you John. This day had been the fuckin pits. What's up?" I could hear soft moaning in the background. "Getting some dick-tation done John?" He laughed. "No! More like Hershey hunting. Sam, remember our conversation earlier in the week?" So! John had had time to think about it, and didn't like the idea I might put a dick in his private stock. "Yea, I remember." I heard him grunt and a louder cry from her. "I'm counting on you Sam. If you take care of this for me, I'll owe you big time.