Meet Joey, (Joseph, a good Catholic guy), the middle child - of a nearly all male, 5 brothers and one sister - all-Italian/all-American family from Queens. A normal guy. In his life, he does his "normal guy" thing and eventually meets, courts, falls in love with and marries a beautiful Irish/all-American girl from Baltimore. Her name is Patricia.
Things go well for Joey and Patricia, who is often called Trish by the way - a few years pass. Children are born. Two girls and a boy - all smart and beautiful. Joey and Pat's careers too, they do very well. They are very typical. They have a suburban home, a little bigger than average, two cars etc., the whole nine yards as they say.
They and their little family, are kept very, very busy. Between Joey and Trish's careers, their children's activities, (both school and sports), the seemingly more and more frequent holidays and the prerequisite traveling - and above all, all kinds of family functions on both sides of their marriage. Well, it's no wonder that over the years, Joey and Trish's sexual activity had become very nearly nil. In the crapper you might say.
They knew it too. It had been dwindling for years. Oh yeah, they'd made periodic attempts in experimentation to enliven things in this area, but to no avail. The reality is that they are now both exhausted from their busy lives and that fact combined with the unspoken realization that they are simply "bored with each other in the sack" - well guess what? No sexual warmth, no passion, no in and out. Crotch numbness. They gave in to it.
And at this point it's sad too, because it's simply easier for them to "let it be," than to discuss it and deal with it. For the most part it's easier for them to not even speak of "this matter" - and so they don't. In fact, lately, neither of them even fantasize about sex - either with each other - or even with others all that much. But something is changing and it's happening, it's changing, within Trish.
You see, Patricia is still, after three children, very attractive. She's a hunk and a half. She is a virtual advertisement for typical Irish feminine beauty. A wonderful smile, bright eyes and killer body. And she knows it too. She's fully aware of her head turning abilities. Oh yeah, she's highly aware of it all. And that's the problem. She's aware of her age as well. She's just turned 35.
The other thing is, there almost assuredly, barring "an accident," won't be any more children. And speaking of her children, as they get older they actually require a little less attention than they did as infants. Trish's children have started taking up activities outside the home. This takes Patricia out of the home too. Where low and behold, alleluia, she makes contact with others of the opposite sex. Men! She thinks it's great. They, these guys, all ages, all types, she doesn't really care - they make eyes at her, they flirt with her, they make her feel something that she hasn't felt in quite a few years. Her thoughts stir, her juices flow, fantasies are born. She thinks it's great - for a while.
All well and good. All very normal. Only one thing. The trench of sexual burden on Patricia's homefront, has been by now, so deeply dug that it's very hard to get her husband Joey to respond to any of her current sexual proclivities. In fact even Trish, fired up by her excursions outside the home, has a hard time fueling enough desire in herself in order to bring Joey along for the ride. This proves very frustrating for Patricia, hell she sees it as torture. She's fucking horny and she doesn't have any help taking care of business, taking care of "it." At least not for now.
Seemingly, what makes matters worse is the big family thing. This big beautiful, wonderful family. Especially Joey's family, with his five gorgeous brothers. All of them are very attractive for sure but the really impossible thing is that Patricia is so familiar with all of them, she knows them. She's been around Joey's brothers for years. She's been in some of their weddings. She's counseled some of them after their own marriages had floundered. She's hooked up some of them with her single girl friends. And yes she's often flirted with them herself. Often overtly. Trish is comfortable with them.
Like the New Years Eve party that Joey's next oldest brother Tony gave two years ago. It was typical. The festive atmosphere, the champagne, the charge of midnight and mystery of "the midnight kiss," all had worked their spell on Trish. Too bad for her, at midnight Joey was right on the edge of passing out. Patricia could only rouse him enough for a quick peck on the lips before he kerplunked back down into his champagne drenched stupor.
At about twelve thirty Patricia found herself wondering away from the small, party crowd upstairs. She needed to get away. Joey had pissed her off but she loved him so - she couldn't let any of the rest of the family see the disappointment on her face. She went downstairs to the billiard room, assuming that no one was there. Tony was playing pool. Whoops! As always cordial conversation ensued. Tony's wife Joan had just left to check on the baby-sitter sitting their kids. Tony? He'd had a few drinks and it wasn't thought much by Trish when he commented favorably on her attire - a fiery holiday red top, a very short black mini-skirt, nude hose and black pumps. Patricia has very long legs and doesn't hesitate to show them off. She said thanks politely and then she couldn't believe what she said next.
She said, "nice jeans Tony, you've got the best ass."
In an only slightly slurred and befuddled voice Tony said, "come over here I've been meaning to tell you something."
Patricia hesitated but only a little and when she reached Tony he said, "how long have we known each other?"
She said, "I don't know, five, maybe six years, seems long."
Getting very close to Trish, Tony said, "I've thought of you - in sexually explicit ways - from the very beginning. The first time I laid eyes on you my mind traveled up your long legs." Then Tony kind of re-took control of himself, he actually shook and said, "but I'd never ever do anything to hurt Joey, I love Joey and if I weren't just a little drunk I'd probably never have told you this. So please let's just forget I said anything."
