The Ungrateful Wife -- Chapter 5
The Right Tool for the Job
As luck would have it, it was only a matter hours after I'd flashed my good friend Guen's husband my bare breasts that I found myself sitting alone with her by the campfire. Wouldn't it figure? I don't know how these things always seem to happen to me. The worst part is that I am, to be frank, a TERRIBLE liar so as we sat chatting privately for a bit, my guilty conscience kept getting the better of me. All I REALLY wanted to do was escape to the cabin behind us and join the others before I said something dumb and incriminated myself. I could only hope to God Guen didn't have a clue what had gone on between Richard and I earlier that day.
To be fair, what Richard and I HAD been up too really was mostly harmless fun, at least that's what I kept telling myself. If showing Richard my bare breasts, which to be fair he had already seen once in the inner-tubing accident, was all that happened between us, then what was the harm in that? I could probably, in good conscience, remain a loyal friend to Guen and even get over my momentary lack of judgement in time, but then Guen said something that made my heart sink.
"I just don't know what to do about Richard," she began out of the blue.
Oh shit.
Had Guen found out about Richard and I? Was this going to be one of those awkward conversations where she tries to convince me that it's all Richard's fault and that he shouldn't be acting like such a pervert? A subtle way, perhaps, to tell me to cool it with her husband?
"What's wrong?" I asked as my heart raced.
"He's just constantly horny," Guen began, utter frustration registering in her voice. "I swear all the man ever thinks about is sex.
I took a deep breath hoping to God I didn't stick my foot in my mouth.
"Well," I began, "sex IS a pretty important part of a healthy marriage."
"Yeah, I guess," she shrugged as if she wasn't sure. "But then again, I kind of think it shouldn't be as important in THIS stage of life." She frowned as she thought of something playing out in her head and I was curious to know what that was. "Richard still acts like he's twenty, for God's sake. I mean the man still gets excited about things like skinny-dipping and walking naked around the house in front of our big picture windows. He acts like a little kid."
You're killing me, Guen, I thought. I'd chew off my right arm for MY husband to have half the sex drive or confidence to strut around nude like Richard had. I tried hard to force the image out of my mind of Richard strutting around the house with a nice big floppy shlong bouncing around.
"He's always pressuring me to fool around and I'm just not in the mood like I used to be," she continued. "I wish the man would just give me a break. And yet..." She paused for a long moment. "Sometimes I think he's fooling around on me and I get pissed about that too. I know that's hypocritical. I mean I don't have the sex drive that he does but that doesn't mean I want him running around sticking his dick in everything that moves. Does that make sense?"
I suddenly remembered the day Richard picked us up from the airport and how he said Guen had accused him of having feelings for his ex. Was she really worried about Richard sticking his dick in "everything that moves" or was it fear of losing him to his ex that was the real issue, I wondered.
Suddenly I heard my husband's voice calling from the balcony of the cabin behind us, "You guys going to play with us or what?" He was of course talking about cards or a board game of some sort. It's kinda what we all do.
"We'll be right up!" I called back to Jason, thankful he was giving me a good excuse to exit this awkward conversation.
I paused for a moment trying to figure out what to say. Guen clearly wanted to talk more about her and Richard's sex life but frankly, I just wanted to bail out before I stuck my foot in my mouth.
"Look," I said trying to be the good friend here. "Richard loves you. I'm sure he can find other ways to take care of his needs other than sticking his dick where it doesn't belong."
"Right," Guen rolled her eyes. "Porn. That's what I'm afraid of. I don't want him looking at porn all day either."
Jesus Guen, I thought to myself. Even I look at porn from time to time, especially when I need a little help getting myself off. I had to wonder if Guen's conservative Christian upbringing convinced her that even masturbation was a sin. How do people live like that?
I sort of felt bad knowing Guen wanted to talk about the subject of her sex life but frankly, the conversation was a little boring and not one I could relate to. I certainly wasn't at the stage in MY life where sex wasn't important anymore. I still had every intention of having a very active sex life for years to come.
I spent only a few more minutes with Guen, watching her fume about something in her head, then I told her we should join the others.
I ended up walking to the cabin alone, leaving Guen behind momentarily, as I started to realize in that moment, I was beginning to lose just a little bit of respect for my good friend. I still loved Guen as a person, of course, but her unwillingness to meet her husband's needs was starting to annoy me. If Richard DID end up cheating on her, what did she expect? People have needs. Hell, I have needs. I tried to shake that thought from my head as my mind started to wonder about what it might look like if Richard and I just happened to meet our needs TOGETHER.
Fortunately for me, Richard was the consummate gentleman the rest of the evening. If he had enjoyed the little peep-show I'd given him earlier at the picnic table, he certainly didn't show it now. There was absolutely NO flirting between us. In fact, I almost started to feel a little self-conscious about his sudden and total LACK of interest. Was that it for him? Had he satisfied his curiosity and now he was good? What about me? I STILL had a curiosity, damnit! After all, I REALLY wanted to see this toilet-paper roll thick dick for myself.
Sadly, I resigned myself to the fact that I was probably never going to get MY curiosity satisfied and, in the end, that was probably for the best. If it ended right here there was no harm, no foul right? Besides, Richard's total and complete lack of interest in flirting with me suddenly made my husband a lot more relaxed. No longer was Jason watching me all the time out of the corner of his eye and getting upset if Richard and I spent two seconds together out of his sight. I was beginning to think I'd actually survive this week with everyone's marriages and friendships still safely intact.
I was wrong.
We all went to bed that evening like civilized human beings. No jealousy. No arguments over who said some inappropriate comment or sat too close to each other. Richard and Guen seemed good. Jason and I seemed good. And the other girls, well, they seemed to have no clue about what was about to happen next, much like myself.
The next morning, I woke early to the sound of pots and pans banging around in the kitchen. Jason was still sleeping, and I quickly slipped into a pair of tight-fitting jeans, a pink lacey bra I found both comfortable and sexy, and a pull over white tee shirt.
When I entered the family room in plain view of the kitchen, Guen, Anna and Tara were all working together like little busy little bees trying to put together something for a big breakfast.
"Need any help?" I asked.
It was typically ME who would be in the kitchen helping all the girls, but I had to admit the kitchen already looked a little cramped and I didn't feel like butting in where I didn't belong.
Thankfully, Guen insisted that they've got it and told me to just to relax and enjoy the sunrise, which I did. I flopped down on the big comfy sofa in the family room looking out over the lake, enjoying the brilliant reds and yellows of the rising sun over the Minnesota sky. It was, in fact, breathtaking.
Next thing I knew, I heard Richard coming up behind me. He'd just come out of Guen and his bedroom and was wearing boat shorts, as usual, and no tee shirt. I turned to say good morning and Richard smiled at me.
"Wanna help me bring up some chairs from the shop?" he asked.
"Sure?" I said with a quizzical tone in my voice. "Um...what shop?"
"It's just down the hill off the main road," Richard explained. "You drove by it on the way here. It's not far."
I quickly got up from the sofa and followed Richard out the sliding glass door to the back deck with stairs leading down to the grassy lawn below and noted that neither he nor Guen had said two words to each other this morning. Were they fighting? Richard seemed almost to be "all business" as he marched down the stairs heading to the workshop ahead of me.
And then there it was, bigger than shit. If it had been a snake it would have hit me. The workshop was a rather large outbuilding that only slightly blended into the surroundings due to the dense tree branches that overhung the roof in front. It was a big, red, two-car garage style shop with a standard sized door in front and two large picture windows facing the cabin.
Richard quietly reached into the right pocket of his boat shorts and fished out a set of keys, taking a moment to find the right one in a set of about twenty.
As he slid the key into the lock and turned it, he turned around to face me and smiled, "Welcome to my private little hideaway."
Richard then opened the workshop door and swung it open offering me to enter first as if inviting me into a secret club.
I have to admit that I felt a little case of butterflies at the way Richard was acting and how he made a point of inviting me into his "private hideaway" It was as if we were sharing another naughty little secret. Of course, I had no idea what that was. Once inside, however, I can't say that I entirely got the appeal.
The workshop was a jumbled mess, a large, old, broken-down looking tractor or piece of farm equipment with parts laying on the cement floor beside it. Everywhere I looked there were tools. Tools hanging on the wall, tools standing in the corners, and two large work benches, one beneath the two big picture windows in front of the shop with tools scattered about.
I stood there looking at the mess and fine coating of dust on the workbench beside us when Richard surprised me.
"So," Richard said standing there looking at me intensely. "The REAL question is, do you have any interest in fooling around a little?"
My heart skipped a beat, and I laughed nervously. "What??"
"Everyone else is busy for a little while," he said with a serious expression on his face, "...and you and I seem to be the only two people around here interested in having a little fun this summer."
Damnit. My heart was racing now at a million miles an hour, a feeling of fight or flight coming over me suddenly. I had half a notion of getting out of there right that instant before things went too far. Instead, I caught my breath and asked for clarification.
"What EXACTLY do you mean by fool around a little??"
Richard smiled now, likely encouraged that I was at least entertaining the idea.
"I don't know," he shrugged. "For starters, maybe you could take your top off for me and let me get a much better look at those amazing breasts?"
"Richard!" I gasped, somewhat shocked at his audacity. "First off, you've already seen them twice. Are they really that interesting? And secondly, how come I'm always the one showing YOU but you never show me??"
