I arrived at Caleb's house just in time for dinner. We were friends throughout college and had lost touch since he got married but I was excited to see him again. Walking up to his house, I couldn't shake how strange it was for him to already be so deeply ingrained in the suburban lifestyle at just 26. His McMansion surrounded by perfectly manicured hedges, his new Tesla in the driveway. It was certainly not the direction I went after graduation.
"Come in, come in!" said his wife Michelle, "I'm so glad you're here. It's been ages." She hugged me tight, which I didn't mind given her ample chest. Michelle was in the picture most of college as well. I liked her. She was bubbly and sweet with a bit of an edge. You'd see her sitting front row in class during the day, and then dancing on the bar at the club that night.
"It has been ages. I miss you guys," I replied. "You look great!" And she did. If anything she was even more fit than the last time I saw her. She was never really what I looked for in a woman but most guys would disagree. Long blonde hair, huge boobs, a tiny waist with an inexplicably large ass, bright red lipstick and perfect pearly white teeth. She was basically the porn star next door. A little cookie-cutter for my taste, but undeniably gorgeous and sexy. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't fantasized about her...well, mostly about her and Caleb fucking.
"Hey, there he is! Come here man." Caleb came around the corner and pulled me in for a big bear hug. Ironically, he was exactly what I looked for in a man. At just over 6'3, he was heavy set, not chubby by any means, but just a huge dude. He was strong with giant biceps and beautiful olive skin, a scruffy black beard, and striking green eyes. He always dressed like had just gotten off the golf course - a dry-fit polo and skin-tight slacks. I found him extremely attractive...and I had also always been a bit envious. I was probably considered just as handsome, and I was definitely more ripped. Lines of muscles cut all down my arms and legs, and my rock-solid pecks topped an impressively defined six-pack I'd been blessed with since 16. But I was not the tall dark adonis Caleb was. I had a significantly smaller frame, only about 5'10, and I was fair-skinned and lightly freckled. A hot ginger, but a ginger nonetheless.
The three of us caught up over dinner (and a LOT of wine) and retired to the den in their basement for a nightcap. The two of them were cute together, Michelle playfully sitting on Caleb's lap while he occasionally lightly kissed her shoulder. He was so much bigger than her. One couldn't help but imagine what it was like to watch them have sex. And I did so...often.
After a glass of scotch, Michelle whispered something into Caleb's ear and he chuckled a bit before saying, "Um hey man, we're beat. Going to hit the sack. You're probably pretty tired from traveling anyway."
"I actually think I'll have one more if that's cool," I said. "But you guys go ahead. We have plenty more time to hang tomorrow."
They disappeared up the stairs as I poured another drink. I was severely jetlagged and didn't think I'd fall asleep anytime soon, but after finishing my glass, I decided to head to bed. That's when I realized they hadn't actually shown me to the guest room. I walked upstairs and made my way down the first hallway I saw. I could see a sliver of lamplight through a cracked door at the end. As I got closer, I could hear some not-so-quiet moaning.
"Yes, yes, please, right there," I heard Michelle plead. Not able to help myself, I peered through the crack in the door and saw their bed was positioned directly across the room. I had a perfect view of Caleb's muscled butt sticking up in the air, his cheeks spread wide revealing a tight, pink asshole with a huge set of balls dangling below. His head was buried between Michelle's legs, and he looked to be devouring her clit. She reached down and gripped a handful of his hair, shoving his head into her crotch, while her body spasmed.
"Yes, I'm cumming, baby! Yes, don't stop, oh my god, yes!" She was basically screaming at this point, arching her back and slapping the headboard with her free hand.
As her orgasm subsided, Caleb sat back on his heels and then leaned forward to slide his dick into what I'm sure was a very wet pussy. But she pushed him away, "That was a lot, sweetie. I'm tired. I owe you one but I'm going to shower and then go to sleep."
"Uh, what the fuck, Michelle?" Caleb groaned. "You always do this."
"I'm sorry, I'm just not into it right now. I want to go to sleep," she replied.
Caleb's head fell. He looked so defeated. Not mad, but sad...and maybe a bit ashamed. Even though I was extremely horny at this point and I was dying to get a look at Caleb's cock, I suddenly felt like I was violating a very personal and private moment. Still not knowing where the guest room was and afraid of calling attention to myself, I went back down to the den.
Moments later, Caleb came bouncing down the stairs. "Hey dude! I was hoping you were still up. Want to have another drink with me?"
I said sure and he poured us each another scotch. "Couldn't sleep?" I asked.
He looked down at his glass and mumbled something like "nah" then took a swig. "Honestly, I thought I was going to get laid tonight but it didn't happen." I waited guiltily for him to elaborate. He was quiet for a moment and then went off on a rant about how he and Michelle were great together but they never had sex anymore. Not penetration at least. He went down on her all the time and she would occasionally return the favor, but she never wanted to actually fuck. She was entirely uninterested in having him inside her.
