Marilyn and Sue were out to lunch, something they did on occasion. They had been friends since Sue had moved to the town when both of them were about twelve. The two had been through a lot together, sport, classes, boys. They shared secrets, recipes, clothes and yes, even a boyfriend or two along the way in the thirty some years they had known each other.
They had laughed a lot over lunch, they usually did. Sometimes finishing each others sentences "Do you remember the time..." Marilyn started. Undoubtedly Sue did.
As they were finishing up and having one last glass of iced tea, Marilyn pulled a small bag from her purse. "Is this yours, Sue? I thought it looked like one you had". The bag held a bright scarf, neatly folded.
"Why, yes it is! Wherever did you find it? I have looked all over for it." Sue pulled it out, the reds really clashed with the lavender top she was wearing, but she didn't care. As she put it around her neck, she stopped. She remembered where she might have left it and looked back at Marilyn.
Marilyn's smile had gone and she looked at Sue. "I found it in the seat of Jim's car. The back seat. I have a good idea of how it got there. I suspected you and he were an item for a while, but that kind of filled in the blanks."
Sue blushed and offered "I can explain. Jim and I, well, yes, we have had a fling. Okay, more than that. But he said you had an open marriage, and besides, we mainly spent the time talking about you." She was starting to ramble. Shit. She had wanted to tell Marilyn, but it never seemed quite the right time.
Marilyn continued staring at Sue. Their eyes met and Marilyn couldn't contain herself any longer and burst out laughing. "I wish you could see your face. Priceless. I'm not happy, mind you Susan Elizabeth Corney, but I would rather lose a man than my best friend. I can train another fellow, but you know far too much about me to ever let you get out of my sight."
Sue felt a rush of relief replace the feeling of guilt, but felt compelled to offer some act of contrition. "I'll break it off right now, Marilyn. This very instant, just say the word."
Marilyn reached across the table and took Sue's hand and said "No need. If he makes you happy, it makes me happy. I think we can share a bit. In fact, I have a delicious idea. Something that just might spice things up a little for everyone involved. You know Jim has a birthday coming up. I think we can plan a present he won't soon forget."
Sue liked it when Marilyn got this way. As the old saying went, "Good friends will bail you out. Great ones help you bury the evidence." Sue had the feeling they were going to have to dig a pretty deep hole to bury some of the evidence from this caper. Luckily they both knew how to operate a backhoe.
Marilyn let go of Sues' hand and reached for the check. "I've got this one, but let's meet again on Thursday. I'll have some ideas to bounce off you then. Why don't we go to the Cadillac Grill. Over on Austin Avenue? Noon?" It was not really a question, but more a declaration of where and when.
Marilyn and Jim did have an open marriage. After twenty years of marriage, they were still friends, but found that as lovers, sometimes they needed a little assistance. Jim had probably been more 'open' than Marilyn, but she had had a couple of lovers. Nothing permanent, but fun in the moment. Knowing that he had been seeing Sue was interesting. Interesting on several levels. It piqued her curiosity; was he attracted to her because of their friendship? They were very similar in their appearance, both had 'curves', which was a nice way of saying that both enjoyed food at the cost of their figure. Did Sue do something that she didn't? Not jealous, just curious. Lunch was going to be fun, she thought. Fun for all.
Dinner with Jim was quieter than usual. Marilyn sensed that he had had a long day and was just a little tired. He picked at some of the shredded pork on his plate, chasing a shard around some. "So, you have lunch with your friend Sue today? Saw it on the calendar. Anything new and exciting with her?" He seemed genuinely interested. If he only knew. Well, he would. Eventually.
"No, not a lot, we just gabbed. A little gossip, some reminiscing. Mostly just laughed a bunch. You know how we get." Marilyn tried to glide over it.
"Good. Glad you had a good time. We should have her over sometime for a cookout. Maybe invite a few others. Weather is getting nice and staying warm. Not that up and down stuff we were having." Jim had caught most of the pork he had been chasing.
"Yes, that is a good idea. I'll ask her when I see her again." Indeed she would, and that would be something for Thursday, Marilyn thought. "You seem tired. Long day? Too tired for a little 'dessert'?" Marilyn leaned forward and pressed her boobs up a little so they were practically spilling out of her shirt.
"I believe I could go for a little dessert. Might have to have you do most of the work, but I'll finish what's put in front of me, if you know what I mean."
Marilyn reached across and took his hand leading him to the bedroom. "The dishes can wait, I believe I do know what you mean, honey. And I am holding you to that."
Once upstairs they fell to the bed. The wrestling and maneuvering out of and under the clothes was half the fun of their spontaneous love making. Jim put her shoulders on the bed and kissed her hard and deeply. One arm around her back and the other went up her blouse to her breasts. Her blouse raised up and he massaged her chest through her bra and then raised it up and ran his hand across her milky white skin until he found the hardening nipple.
"Oooo - someone has cold hands!" Marilyn started. "I think I know just how to warm them up." She took her hands from around Jim's neck and while kissing him back, took his hand and lowered it to her waistband. "You'll find a nice warm pussy in there in need of that hand."
Jim took the hint and slid his hand inside, down to a tuft of hair tucked in the satin panties Marilyn enjoyed. "This the spot, Honey?" He playfully asked as her moved his fingers back and forth between her legs.
"Almost. Let me help a little." Marilyn raised up and shed her pants and panties. Laying back she spread her legs and gave Jim an open shot at her pussy. "All yours. What do you want to do with it?"
His mouth went to her neck and then over her raised blouse and now loosened bra to attend to her now erect nipples. His mouth went to each in turn as his hand went to between her legs and teased the wet lips that were revealed. He playfully pinched one, drawing it to the side and running his finger down the side and up the crease between. Finally he placed the heel of his hand on her hairy mound and let his finger enter her slightly. Rubbing back and forth while he licked and sucked noisily on her breasts.
He fingered her for several moments. She enjoyed his attention. Not too slow, never rushed and arousing enough to get her excited. Tonight he added more. "You know, I am still a little hungry." Jim whispered to Marilyn. "I think I have a taste for some of that sweet pie you have hidden away."
"Oh Jim, just lick it" Marilyn thought. He sometimes liked to take things too far in trying to be cute. But if it got her off, he could be as cute as he wanted. "Oh yes, Hon. Help yourself to a big ol' slice."
Jim buried his head between her legs and began to lick. His mouth covered her pussy and his tongue flicked back and forth, in and out as his hands held her legs and lips apart. His hot breath on her moist lips felt so good. Marilyn raised her knees up and tilted her hips to give him full access and he did not disappoint. A hot wave started to roll over her. This just spurred Jim on. his fingers slid in and out as his tongue flicked on her clit. Another wave. And one more.
"Oh, Honey. I want you in there. You have enough left to fuck me?" Marilyn knew he liked a few dirty words from time to time, so she let him have a few. "Fuck me, would you? I'm going to roll over and let you do it doggy style to me. Gets you in there deeper."
JIm moved in behind her and slid his hard cock deep in her. "Yeah, babe, I got some left in the tank for you. Nice to watch it slide in there. Comes out so damn wet." He grabbed her hips and began to move in and out of her. It did feel good. She could feel herself close around him and take him in and then reluctantly let his cock slide out.
She felt Jim arch and drive into her. His cock began to jerk and she could feel hi explode inside of her. Nice hot cum. Filling her. As he pulled out she felt a bit leaking out. "My that was a nice big load. Been saving that for a while." Marilyn reached for the hand towel she kept in her nightstand and dabbed at the white stream coming down her leg.
Jim lay back on the bed. Clothes were strewn everywhere, the covers in disarray. The bed looked like it had been put to proper use. "I'll be back in a minute, darling. Don't you go doing the dishes or making the bed or anything drastic." Marilyn was speaking more to herself as she heard Jim groan slightly as if he were already asleep. She checked. He was, but with a big smile.
Thursday arrived and Marilyn and Sue met for lunch and took a back table to discuss their plan. Of course there was a lot more to catch up on. Sales, current events and just plain conversation. After their lunch came (a couple of nice salads loaded with plenty of extras, Marilyn had some of the chicken salad on top and Sue had opted for the chunks of barbequed chicken the Austin Grill was known for), Marilyn called the 'meeting' to order.
"So, when was the last time you and Jim met for a little fun? And by 'fun', I mean sex." Marilyn was direct if nothing else.
