Moving day has arrived! Just finishing my breakfast, I hear a large truck moving into our driveway. I look out the window and see my best friend from grade school stepping out of the truck.
Recently, my friend and his wife had hit some financial troubles. They live in the next State over where he works in a firm and she is a stay at home mom. The past couple of years had been tough. The raise he thought he was going to be getting fell through. They had made some big purchases in anticipation of that extra money and now realize that wasn't the smartest thing to have done. He had to sell the house and a few other things just to pay off the debt they were in. He was in the process of job searching while they located a new living arrangement. With no house and no idea where his new job would be found, my friend was going to temporarily move his wife and three kids into his parents house.
My wife and I decided to help them out by letting them store a couple of their items in our garage. Hence, the big moving truck in our driveway.
I went out and greeted them, giving my buddy a handshake and hugging Rebecca, his wife. I might've known my buddy from grade school but we both met Rebecca in college. I always thought she was attractive but she took to his buddy right off the bat. I was admittedly a little jealous at first. She was a slim petite brunette with long hair and beautiful eyes. She kind of reminded me of Anna Kendrick in a plain sort of way. She was always at the apartment my buddy and I shared while they were dating and we all grew close. I've always considered her a sister. She even introduced me to my wife.
My wife and I met a couple of years after I met Rebecca. I love her to death but we've been in a rut. We were very passionate early on and couldn't wait to have children. After our daughter was born, we just got stuck. I know it's a phase but it just sucks being in it. Neither of us can say one thing to each other without the other person taking it wrong. We nitpick over the dumbest things and we both know it. We are just too stubborn to admit it to each other. It will pass I'm sure but it's definitely hurt our sex life. My wife gained weight after the pregnancy and never managed to lose it. That led to self-esteem issues and feelings of inadequacy no matter how often I tried to assure her that it didn't matter to me. We maybe have sex once a month. When she was pregnant, I swear we only had sex seven times the entire year. It takes a ton of foreplay to get her in the mood, to go through her insecurities about why I still find her attractive, some more getting her in the mood until she finally relents. It's much faster just to jerk off and not deal with it. She enjoys it once we get going. I know she's not faking it. We actually talked about that a little bit a while back. She says she just doesn't have a very active labido.
All this to say, the full hug I received from Rebecca got me stirring. She was wearing a V-neck white T-shirt and pink jogging shorts. I didn't really start noticing anything until we were unloading the truck. Every time she bent to set down a box I got a great view of her tits. They probably aren't the best I've ever seen but I've always wondered about what hers look like. After being starved from sex for so long, every little glimpse of strange titties gives me a hard on.
After everything was unloaded, we decided to unwind. I fired up the grill, cracked open a couple of beers and we had a really good time. It was starting to get late and we decided it would just be easiest if they stayed here for the night. My buddy and Rebecca we're going to be crashing in the guestroom. Their three kids could sleep with our little one in the same room.
As soon as we got the kids down, I went outside to sit down and Rebecca joined me. We were just catching up on how life was going when we heard a lot of laughing coming from the kitchen. My wife walks out, still laughing, and says, "It's not my fault! I tried to stop him!"
Rebecca got out of her chair saying, "Oh my god, do you have whiskey here?" She walks in yelling at him and I asked my wife what happened?
She replied, "he found your bottle of Jack and took two shots. I took the bottle from him and he wrestled it back for me. He immediately took two more shots. He's going to try and get wasted if she doesn't stop him!"
"Rebecca! Let him do it! That's his bottle now!" I yelled.
My buddy got good and drunk. The four of us sat on the patio and talked. My wife eventually went to bed because she had to work in the morning. Shortly after I snuck into my closet and grabbed some blunts I had been saving. My wife and I rarely smoke but I got some from the kid down the street in hopes this occasion might happen. When I brought it out, Rebecca laughed and my buddy was passed out cold.
"Geez! What a lightweight!" I said sitting down.
She snorted, "I doubt very much you could drink that much and be good."
"Doesn't mean I can't tease him about it. You want?" I handed her the blunt and she hesitated for a moment. I was about to pull it away when she reached over and grabbed it.
"I haven't had one since college." She said as she sat back and took a puff. After she coughed and handing it over, I chuckled. I looked over at my buddy, still out cold and snoring. We passed the blunt back and forth a couple of times.
"So," I asked casually, "how are you and the butt head doing?"
She took a drag and looked at him, exhaled and paused. "We'll make it. Once he pulls his head out of his ass. I'm not going to lie, it's been tough. He's so stressed he can't even get it up." Her eyes popped recognizing she had casually said something very personal, "... I didn't say that. Damn this shit always made me loose."
"It's fine. I've been there. The lady and I are having a rough time too. I guess all couples do. I just don't think she and I are compatible sexually anymore. If we never did it again she'd be just fine with it, I think. It's been, what, almost a month now?"
"Geez! You aren't cheating are you?"
"God no! Not that I haven't thought about it... sometimes I feel justified."
"And women wonder why men stray. My momma told me before he and I got married, 'girl, they need that shit worked! If you won't, someone else will!'" She laughed at my shocked face.
"I always took your mom for a prude." I said.
"Oh she is but she kept my daddy happy. 41 years and he's still there."
I nodded my head, "So my boy is a happy man then, huh?"
"He better be! Well, once things settle down, I'm sure he will be again."
