My wife Dianne and I had been married a little over three years. But like the old saying, "The Honeymoon is over", it really was. At first, we could hardly keep our hands off one another. Gradually, over time, that excitement and thrill diminished to the point where we were lucky to have sex even once a week. And not that the sex wasn't still good whenever we had it, because it was. Which is one of the things that really bothered me. It really was still good between us.
I'd met Larry a good friend and buddy since high school for a round of golf. Still unmarried, I'd frequently wondered knowing him as well as I did how he could continue to stay single and enjoy living that way. He rarely had any kind of long term relationship with a woman, if you count a month as being long term. Which is about the longest stretch I ever had seen him with anyone. And the fact he would then go through even greater periods between women always had me wondering how he kept from going stir-crazy, aside from jerking off all the time. But even with that, I knew from my own personal experience that I certainly couldn't live like he was. Though he frequently pointed out to me that he was probably having sex more frequently than I was, and I was married!
We'd both teed off driving our balls down the fairway fairly close to one another. Leaving the other two who were playing with us to head off towards their own drives, Larry and I headed off to sit and wait patiently while one of them took a few minutes in search of a possibly lost ball.
"How do you do it?" I'd asked him while we stood swiping at the fairway with our clubs in preparation for hitting our second shots. We'd been discussing sex in general, along with his most recent breakup for the past five holes.
Larry stood there grinning at me. "There are other alternatives and ways to find excitement, have a good time, and enjoy a good orgasm on occasion without simply jerking off all the time," he told me seriously. I know I cast him a curious look as he smiled even wider and laughed.
"Chris, listen to me. I know you'd never consider getting involved with another woman."
"Of course not!" I interjected. "I love Dianne and would never do that to her!"
"I know that," he responded back. "But what I'm saying is this, if you had the chance or the opportunity to have a little fun and excitement, no strings, no entanglements, no commitments, would you entertain the possibility of that?"
I laughed back. "That's the impossible dream Larry and you know it. And believe me, I've had the opportunity to enjoy a one night stand with one of the girls at the office. That sexy little redhead from payables I told you about."
He remembered. Dianne and I had gone to the company Christmas party the year previous. As it turned out, the restrooms where located a considerable distance away from the ballroom where the party was being held. I'd delayed going as long as possible for two reasons, one because of the distance involved, and two, because I also needed a smoke. The hotel had a small courtyard that had been designed just for that purpose just a few short feet away from the restrooms. Dianne was engaged in some lively conversation with one of the guys I worked with.
"Hey baby, I'm going to take a pee and then have a smoke," I informed her standing up.
"Take one for me too," she said sweetly, then continued on with her conversation as I made my way down the long hallway and down the stairs towards the bathrooms. Having finally relieved my more than full bladder, I fished out a cigarette stepping outside into the courtyard. Moments later Melinda stepped outside joining me. I watched politely as she fumbled inside her purse for a moment obviously looking for her lighter.
"Here," I said stepping over towards her. I flicked my Bic, cupping the small tiny flame as she leaned over to light her smoke.
"Thank you," she smiled.
Obviously I'd seen her quite often at work. We'd shared a few words from time to time, even flirted a little. But it was always fairly innocent even then. The Melinda I was seeing now however was obviously a little tipsy, as she'd apparently had several cocktails already. Not to mention the very low-cut dress she had on that was accentuating her more than ample cleavage. I'd admired her luscious breasts on more than one occasion at work, but had never seen quite as much of them as I was seeing now.
"Enjoying the party?" she asked slightly slurring her words as she spoke, inhaling her smoke. I then watched as she blew out near perfect smoke rings a second later.
I again laughed. "You know, I've never been able to do that," I informed her.
"Oh? Really? Well it's actually a lot easier than it looks. I just hold my mouth just like I was giving someone a blowjob, and pop the rings out with my throat," she said demonstrating her unique ability once again. But it wasn't the perfect smoke rings she was now blowing that had garnered my attention. "Maybe that's why I can't blow any," I said teasingly.
"I could teach you," she responded wickedly.
"We still talking about blowing smoke rings?" I flirted back suggestively, which is when Melinda took two steps towards me, her hand suddenly reaching out and finding the bulge that had grown inside my pants. Admittedly, I was taken by surprise and more than a little shocked, but now that she actually stood there caressing my erection with her hand, all sane and reasonable thoughts had suddenly left me. All I could do was stand there smiling like an idiot, enjoying this unexpected wickedly dangerous sensation.
"What I'd like to do is suck you off right here, right now!" she said seriously, her hand now tightly squeezing my erection through my slacks. God I was tempted, more so than I had ever been before since Dianne and I had gotten married. Which served to remind me, I'd already been gone longer than I'd intended. If I didn't head back soon, I knew Dianne would come looking for me, and the last thing I needed was for her to discover my cock inside another woman's mouth.
"I'd like that too," I told her honestly, meaning every word. "But I've got to head back. My wife will come looking for me if I don't return soon," I stated stepping back, forcing Melinda to actually release me, which I immediately regretted doing as I'd been enjoying the touch and caress of her hand. She pouted too. A sweet sexy pout that promised heavenly wonders that I had no doubt she was capable of showing me.
"Maybe later then," she hinted.
"Maybe." Though I personally doubted that was going to happen under the circumstances.
I hurriedly made my way back to our table where Dianne was just standing, spotting me as I approached her.
"I was beginning to wonder where you took off too. Thought you might have snatched some woman up and taken her to our room for a quick fuck and a blowjob!" she kidded.
Guiltily, I looked towards the door watching Melinda as she entered the room, thankfully heading towards the opposite side of the ballroom where she'd been sitting with her husband and friends.
"Yeah right!"
We'd gotten a room for the night so that we could both drink and have a good time without worrying about trying to drive home. "You about ready?" she asked.
I knew what she was referring to of course. "More than!" I said grinning, feeling my still hard firm erection throb in anticipation of the evening still ahead. And even more so now.
"Good, me too!" Dianne licked her lips lustily. "Lets go!"
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"My point is..." Larry began again, there are ways, places to go where you can have the kind of exciting sex I was talking about without anyone being the wiser, and without any hang-ups or repercussions coming out of it."
"Yeah? Where?" I asked jokingly. "If there really is such a place, I'd like to see it!"
"What night does Dianne go out with the girls this week?" he asked suddenly.
Long ago, Dianne and I had agreed to set aside one night a week where we could go out with our friends and spend some time by ourselves. Usually that was golfing for me one Sunday a month, a monthly poker game with the guys, or simply spending time with Larry at one of the local titty-bars sharing a drink together.
"I think she said something about Tuesday night. She and her girlfriend Roxanne are going out to the movies or something."
"Now that's another woman I wouldn't mind boning!" Larry mused. "God she's got a nice looking body on her! Too bad she's married. I might actually consider settling down with that one!"
Admittedly, I'd had my own fair share of fantasies regarding Roxanne. And like Melinda to some degree, she was always flirtatious as well, but had a way of letting you know that's all it was, and all it ever would be. The fact that she was also my wife's best friend kept me from entertaining any thoughts or going beyond the occasional banter back and forth whenever she came over.
"Anyway..." I said reminding Larry he'd left off in his train of thought.
"Oh yeah, Tuesday then. After the girls have left for the evening, come over to my place and I'll take you to a private club I recently joined. I'm allowed to bring a guest, but there's a couple of things you need to be aware of."
"And what's that?"
"One, you need a recent certificate of health."
"You're kidding me?"
"No, I'm not. They're really serious about who they let into the club. Not just anyone from off the street can come in for one thing. Which protects everyone who does come in. And for another, it's pricey. At least the first time anyway. After that, its not so bad if you actually become a member."
"How much?"
"A hundred for the first time."
"Holy shit Larry, that would just about wipe out my lunch money for the entire month!"
"Trust me Chris, it will be money well spent."
I had a certificate of health as I'd recently gotten a full physical anyway, and that included all the various 'tests' that came a long with it. And I also had the money though as I'd mentioned, I'd have to cut back on a few things which might include passing on going out drinking with Larry for a few weeks.
