Hello, I'm Alice and I love my husband. That may not be too surprising but to listen to my friends talk about their husbands you would think actually loving your husband was totally bizarre.
We called it a book club and we met every Saturday but we rarely if ever talked about books. It was a chance to drink wine and talk gossip and that was all. I enjoyed most of the subjects we routinely chatted about but when the conversation inevitably turned to husbands and how much they were disliked, I normally fell silent.
"I think I'm going to leave Mike," said Jane. This was a little more serious that the usual husband talk but I guess it was inevitable eventually. "He asked for sex three times last night," she continued.
"He didn't!" the others chimed in with scandalised expressions. Asking for sex as the main crime my friends' husbands commit. Most of them just don't like sex -- they will put up with it about once a month but any more than that they see as an unacceptable imposition -- but Jane actively disliked it, at least with her husband Mike. She had told us numerous times before about how big Mike was in the trouser department and how uncomfortable she finds him when she does let him have his way with her (normally only on his birthday and at Christmas).
I love sex. I love my husband and I love sex. We normally screw about four or five times a week, not that I tell my friends that or they'd think I was gaga.
When Jane first told us about her husband's member, I was half way through congratulating her when she and the others looked at me like I'd said I'd given up wine.
"He was like a wild animal last time I let him," Jane continued.
The last time she'd let him fuck her was his birthday, 5 months ago. I'm not surprised he was eager, he'd been going up the wall since Christmas. If I made my John go that long I think he'd bore clean through me when I finally let him have a go.
"My Billy's the same," said Emily, "he's always asking me, but not three times in a day," she said in a tone that suggested he had murdered someone.
"I just wish he'd go see a professional," said Jane, "or cheat on me with another woman."
As she said this, our eyes met. She looked directly at me as she said she wanted her husband to cheat on her and she kept the eye contact a second or so longer than felt natural, like she was saying she meant it.
The others all laughed but I could see a couple of them thinking it actually wasn't a bad idea.
Not long after that, the 'book club' broke up and we all went our separate ways. I took the shortcut back to my house, across the fields, which meant it was easiest for me to enter through the garage instead of the front door, which meant no one heard me as I came into the house.
As it happened, and this is what made Jane's look to me feel even weirder, but Mike was actually at my house. He and John were in the living room drinking beer. The book club is held at a different house each week and the husband of the host normally makes themselves scarce while we talk about them behind their back.
"You poor man," I heard John say as I emerged from the garage and into the kitchen. "However do you cope?"
"I mostly don't! I asked her three times last night but she wouldn't bunch. I'm going absolutely spare."
"I bet you are; I wish I could help. I bet Alice would jump at the chance to give you a ride."
"Ha, I wish! Your missus is quite the woman. But I couldn't do that to you. Or Jane," he added after a while, but I could tell he wasn't so sure about not wanting to cheat on his wife.
"I wouldn't mind," said John, "I'd say the more the merrier."
I felt guilty about accidentally overhearing their conversation, especially such an intimate one, so I closed the door to the garage and put my purse down on the kitchen counter with as much noise as possible.
"Hi John, I'm back," I called out, "book club ended a little early. Can I bring you anything?" I asked as I popped my head into the living room. "More beer? Tea? Something to eat?" A slow hard fuck against the wall, I added in my head.
"Some tea would be great," said Mike as he took a lingering look at my body. I wasn't wearing anything particularly tight or revealing but I guess anything looked good after 5 months.
"I'll come help you," said John as he got up from the sofa.
Back in the kitchen, I put the kettle on, which I hopes would drown out our voices to Mike.
"Did you hear much of our conversation?" asked John.
"Not much. Just the last bit, where you were pimping me out to your friends," I said with a smile.
"He's really hurting," said John seriously.
"I know. I wish we could help him. Jane said something similar too."
"Really?
"She said it like a joke but I don't, she may have been serious."
"What did she say?"
"Just that she wished Mike would see a prostitute. Or cheat on her with another woman. And she looked at me with a really weird expression."
The kettle finished boiling and I poured the three cups of tea. When I looked at John his expression was very strange.
"What do you think?" he whispered.
"You're serious?" I asked.
"Only if you are. I meant it when I said the more the merrier. I would love it if you could help out my friend in his time of need and if Jane has given her okay, why not?"
I hadn't really given it any thought until now as it seemed so unlikely but now I considered it, I didn't have anything against it if John didn't.
"If that's what you want," I whispered.
I took the teabags out of the cups and added the milk and we carried the tea through to our friend in need.
I gave Mike his tea and smiled internally as he looked down my top then John and I sat down on the sofa opposite him.
"So, you want to fuck me then?" I asked innocently.
Mike almost choked on his tea, coughing as it went the wrong way.
"What did you say?" he asked as he recovered.
"John tells me you want to fuck me. How about it?"
Mike looked from me to John, unsure what was going on.
"Like I said, the more the merrier," said John.
