The Ungrateful Wife Ch 05

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??"

For that matter, why the hell wasn't there a third point about doing this behind his wife's back? How did I forget that one?

Richard raised his hands in mock surrender, "Fair enough...that's fair...your right. It's been a little one sided." He stood there thinking about it and then offered. "Tell you what, you show me yours again and I'll show you mine."

Jesus, what were we doing here, I thought. Are we in fifth grade now playing show and tell in the bushes behind the school? And yet, I here I was oddly totally down to play this game if it meant I finally get to see what he's packing.

I turned now to face the big picture windows that looked out over the yard and hill leading up to the cabin above us, nervous about the idea of people at the cabin being able to see us.

"Don't worry," Richard said. "No one can see us from up there and better yet, we can see them coming LONG before they could see us. Besides," he ginned as he suddenly pulled out his keys again and gave them a jingle. "I have the only keys."

"Right," I laughed at how assertive he was being about this. "And good luck us explaining what we were doing together in the shop with the door locked."

"Sure," Richard nodded in thoughtful agreement. "IF someone were to come down and check on us, and IF you didn't have plenty of time to put your top back on before they got down the hill, and IF they manage somehow to try the door before I have a chance to unlock it again, I suppose THEN we'd have some explaining to do."

Well, when he put it that way, it did seem a little silly.

He then smiled. "Funny thing is though?? That damn door sticks all the time. It's REALLY hard to open if you don't have the right touch. I mean, Guen can never do it which is why she always sends me and why it's my private hideaway. So yeah, IF a million things go wrong, I guess we could get caught. But come on, live a little!"

I laughed again and looked up at the cabin once more.

"You're sure?"

Richard held up two fingers and a thumb in some sort of gesture and grinned at me,

"Scouts honor."

I smiled. He WAS like a little kid.

"Well, I better get to see YOURS this time," I said with a stern face warning him that we had a deal, and without further discussion I quickly pulled my white tee shirt from out of my jeans and lifted my top once more. This time, however, I pulled my top completely up over my head, peeling it entirely off and stood there in front of him in just my jeans and pink lace bra, tee shirt in my clenched fist.

"Oh no," Richard shook his head disapprovingly. "Take it ALL off."

I faked a frown for him, pretending I wasn't even a little bit excited showing him my tits again and began unhooking my bra in back as my long brown hair hung over my right shoulder. The last hook of my bra came undone quickly enough and I felt the familiar pop of my bra as my large rounds breasts were freed from captivity once more.

Before I could think Richard had his big hands all over me, his long skinny fingers sliding up under the loose Double D cups of my bra and his fingertips now sliding over my bare and quickly stiffening nipples.

"Oh fuck," I gasped as he gently squeezed my breasts in his big hands while staring into my eyes. "You didn't say anything about touching."

Richard didn't say a word as his right hand dropped off of my right breast and down to his waist. I stared into his eyes as I saw him wiggle and work at something down below and it became immediately obvious he was pulling out his presumably big dick from his shorts, prepared to hold up his end of the bargain.

I don't know if it was fear or my overwhelming curiosity that was about to be satisfied, but I found myself almost reluctant to look down and instead surprised myself by leaning into Richard and kissing him on the lips.

What was I doing?

Richard kissed me back, no tongue, just a soft meeting of two friends' lips for the first time and it felt nice.

"A deal's a deal," he said as he suddenly grabbed my wrist in one hand, the other still playing with my big left breast, and pulled my hand down to his crotch.

In seconds my hand touched something warm, enormously big, and hard.

"Jesus, Richard," I gasped, my eyes flying wide open as I looked down to examine the monster he'd just made me touch. "God it's HUGE!!"

And it was, truly.

Richard's massive cock was an easy nine and a half inches in length, maybe ten. And, by the way, fuck the toilet paper roll test. Richard's girth was as big as any I'd ever seen. If he even COULD fit inside a toilet paper roll soft, he'd utterly rip it apart if he so much as sneezed. My insides literally ached just looking at it.

Suddenly Richard's fingers were working at the button of my jeans and I pulled away from him breathlessly, my head spinning.

"Richard we can't," I shook my head in frustration.

God it was hard to say that. Right now I would do just about anything to feel that monster inside of me for just a few seconds. If it were just me, I'd risk it all, but there was Guen to think of.

"Your wife," I said fighting him a little as he continued feebly trying to undo my jeans.

"Just a little," he nearly begged.

God it was sexy hearing the desperation in his voice. He wanted me so bad and I wanted him perhaps even more.

I pushed his hands away once more and said firmly, "Just let me suck it for you."

By the way, why on earth do us women think somehow giving head isn't the same level of cheating as penetration? Seriously, it's beyond me, but a part of me thought this was the lesser of two evils.

"Fuck," Richard groaned in frustration as he stopped fighting me, apparently willing begrudgingly to accept this compromise.

"Yeah?" I asked him, staring into his eyes to gauge if he really wanted this as much as I did. "Will you let me suck it?"

Richard nodded and I immediately dropped into a topless squatting position in front of him taking his massive erect cock in my smallish hand and began stroking that long fat shaft up and down. My GOD he was big, I thought as I stroked his rock-hard monster. And goddamnit, Guen you're seriously an ungrateful bitch. How could you have THIS being offered to you all the time and not be fucking herself senseless on it???

I dropped my tee shirt on the dirty workshop floor and felt my jeans tightening around my pussy as the fabric stretched tight between my legs. It felt almost as if someone were rubbing my hot little pussy while I handled Richards impressive tool and I feared that just giving Richard head right now was going to leave a massive wet spot between my legs, if not literally make me cum.

I took his thick bulbous cockhead between my lips now, tasting the salty sweetness of pre cum oozing from the tip.

"Mmmm fuck," I moaned as I lapped at the head of his big dick, tasting every last drop of precum I could. When I could taste no more salty goodness, I went down on him, sliding his cock to the back of my throat as far as I could.

Richard moaned deeply, a satisfied growl that made my pussy clench tighter just hearing him.

"Mmmm hmm," I nodded, mouth full of fat cock. I could listen to him making those sounds all day long.

"Goddamn that feels good," Richard growled. "Suck that big dick for me."

I moaned too, pumping his fat shaft with my fist as I swirled my tongue around the head. My free hand went to my breasts now and I started to pinch and pull at both my nipples, causing them to stand up and tighten to hard peaks. It felt so dirty sucking my friend's husbands cock while I played with my nipples but it was sexy as fuck too.

"Fuck those titties," Richard grunted, watching me touch myself. "Damn I love those tits."

I moaned more, rocking my hips so my jeans rubbed my clit as much as possible.

God I could cum sucking this cock.

Suddenly Richard pulled back, nearly tearing his massive cock out of my mouth and I could see him squeezing his big shaft so tight his fingers were turning white. I think he was trying not to cum.

"I HAVE to fuck you," he demanded in a deep guttural moan.

"Richard," I groaned even as I stood up and started to unbutton my jeans for him as quickly as my fingers would allow. "We're both going to regret this later."

"Fuck I don't care," he moaned, letting go of his big dick now. I could see his enormous cock bounce and twitch as if bouncing to the rhythm of his own heartbeat. "I have to feel you."