Alex and I were at Jake and Mary's place for a party. Jake had arranged for a birthday cake with fifty candles. Fifty! I thought he was gonna burn the house down. Both Mary and I turned fifty this month and that seemed sufficient to justify a big party – our "Half-Century Party" as we called it.
The Roberts had been our friends forever it seemed. We had met them when Alex and Jake joined Apex Chemicals as junior executives over twenty years ago. They are both senior vice-presidents now. We had partied together, vacationed together, worked together for over two decades. They were our best friends and we were theirs.
We had just returned from two weeks in the Caribbean visiting several islands including St. Martin, famous for its nude beach. I remembered that beach. After a lot of discussion we drove our rental car to the beach and saw a lot of naked people from a distance.
"Okay Dianne," Mary had said. "Are you gonna do it? I will if you will."
"We're a little old for this," I had said.
"We'll never have another chance," Alex had said.
I had laughed, "Alex wants to see those naked women up close. Some of 'em are real young."
Mary had looked at her husband, "Jake, can you do this without getting a hard on. I don't want you to embarrass me."
"I'll be okay," he had said. "You just try not to stare at the big ones."
We were slow getting naked but we did it. It was not the first time we had seen each other naked. We'd done hot tubs in California and often rented a cabin at a lake in northern Minnesota and gone skinny-dipping. I had to admit that the last few years seemed to have made a big difference in our bodies or maybe it was the bright sunlight on the beach.
We were all wearing sunglasses but what none of us knew was that our technical expert Jake had a Google Glass under his sunglasses and was snapping pictures of the nude people on the beach including us. No one knew it till Jake offered to show slides of our recent vacation. We always had a party with slides after each vacation and Jake was our official cameraman.
After the cake was cut and the congratulations were extended Jake brought out that old fashioned projector of his that we had used for years and the cassettes of slides. We began to relive that vacation laughing and drinking – maybe drinking more than usual because of the occasion. St. Martin was our last port of call and those pictures were in the last cassette. We saw the usual hotels and restaurants and beaches with everybody except Alex in the pictures (as always). From our albums you'd think there were only three people on vacation.
Then suddenly the projector showed a buck naked, beautiful, twenty-something blonde with a brunette beaver and tits that would fit perfectly into a Playboy centerfold.
"Where did you find HER?" Mary yelled. "You bastard! Was that the afternoon Dianne and I went shopping?"
"She was just down the beach from you," Jake laughed and projected a picture of Mary naked as the day she was born with a big smile and an even hairier beaver than the young gal. Jesus, I thought, look at her tits – they sag. Well ... she's fifty.
The next picture was of me and I had to admit I looked good – big tits that didn't sag, flat belly, thick curly haired beaver, great ass and legs, a big smile, and not an ounce of extra fat. Jake had photographed me exactly like I would want to look in Playboy and I didn't even have to pose for it.
"This is the one I'm gonna do as an eight by ten and frame for my den," he said laughing.
"You got me you bastard!" I said. "Enjoy it but don't show that to your buddies."
Next came a picture of my husband Alex with his flaccid peter that looked very small. I remembered Jake's extra-large, uncircumcised cock. I'd seen it before but somehow it was especially attractive on that sunny beach. He was a lot bigger than my husband I thought. I wonder what he looks like with a hard on!
Then in rapid succession there were slides of more young girls and big black studs that were hung like stallions and finally pictures of the three of us as singles and doubles and triples – all of us buck naked. There was one picture that brought out laughter – it was me turning my head to look at a black stud that was really hung. That dick had obviously caught my interest. By the time he finished that cassette we were all laughing so hard there were tears in our eyes.
Jake poured another round of drinks, which we didn't need and we sat and reminisced about other vacations and then about our skinny dipping in Minnesota. There was a lot of nostalgia aided by the liquor. Then Jake took my husband into his study to have another look at those slides from the nude beach.
"Our bodies were a lot better in Minnesota than St. Martin," Mary said. "Your boobs still stand up but mine sag too much and I got a paunch. You kept your figure pretty good. That bastard Jake must have liked it, he got some great pictures of you naked."
"Nothing we can do about getting old," I said. "But I miss being young. What do you miss?"
"I'll tell you what I don't miss," Mary said forcefully.
"What's that?" I asked.
"The sex," she said. "With all those pelvic operations I haven't been able to have sex for two years now and I don't miss it at all. Just the thought of sex makes my belly hurt."
"Poor Alex had prostate surgery two years ago," I said, "and then radiation seeds and then more surgery. He hasn't been able to get it up since his first operation – it just flops around. It's useless! He's like you; the thought of sex never enters his mind. But me, well, I haven't had sex for two years and I'm ... well ... you know, frankly Mary, I'm horny."
"Jake is like that," Mary said. "He's in the bathroom every day when he thinks I don't know about it jacking off – pounding that big thing like a kid. I feel guilty that I can't fuck him – not for me, you know, but for him. He really needs some quality pussy."
We sat there silently feeling a bit sorry for ourselves and then I had an ugly thought. I thought about Jake on the beach with that big cock and in the bathroom every day with the damn thing hard, masturbating. Mary and I were certainly mismatched – we needed to swap husbands. I just sat there in silence thinking about that big dick. My pelvis was sending me messages about needing a friendly penis, preferably a large one. My poor husband Alex with his wrinkled little phallus was no longer receiving any messages from his balls because of all those treatments.
I must have rubbed my belly because Mary suddenly asked, "What are you thinking about Dianne?"
How do you tell your best friend that you're thinking about her husband's big dick and him masturbating because she can't satisfy him? I said nothing, closed my eyes, and dropped my head down. Mary read my mind!
"Dianne you are thinking about Jake!" Mary said.
How the hell did she figure that out? I nodded slowly with my eyes still closed.
"I was thinkin," I said slowly, "I was thinkin that you can't do Jake and ... and ... Alex can't do me and ... and we both need it. We got a hell of a mismatch here."
Then I laughed and added, "But we can't swap husbands!"
Both of us sat there silently sipping our scotch.
A full two minutes later Mary said, "Why not?"
Obviously we'd both had too much scotch!
"What do you mean?" I said.
"I mean it would sure be good for Jake and that would make me happy," Mary said. "But it's different with guys. Alex probably couldn't take it – I mean – his buddy banging his wife."
"I don't know," I said. "You're probably right. He loves me and wants me to be happy and he's said several times that his major regret is not being able to take care of me. That's how he says it – not being able to take care of me. He feels guilty. He wants me taken care of for sure but I'm not sure he'd want his buddy doing the job."
We sat for several minutes wordlessly. One of us has to say it, I thought.
"What we're both thinking about is me fuckin your husband while you and my husband sit downstairs and drink," I said forcefully. "Can you deal with that?"
Mary looked directly at me, her lips clenched into a thin line. Then she nodded slowly.
"I love him," she said with determination. "I don't like watching the man I love jackin off in the bathroom like a high school kid cause I can't give him what he needs. If Alex can take it, I can take it - somehow."
"How would it work?" I asked. This still seemed unlikely but it was getting interesting.
"We'd use our place – it's two stories. At your house the bedroom is too close to the living room – I don't wanna listen to you fuck my husband. You two would come over here on Friday night like for bridge as usual like tonight. We'd have a few drinks – well, maybe more than a few. Then Alex and I would sit down here and have some more drinks while you and Jake would go up to the master bedroom and ... and ... well ... you'd fuck!"
"That's good except for one thing," I said.
"What's that?" Mary asked.
"I'm a screamer! When I get off I scream like hell!"
"Jesus," Mary said. "That would be hard for most husbands to take. Could Alex take that?"
"I have no idea," I said.
We sat silently for several minutes. Then I asked, "Are we gonna talk to our husbands?"
"We've had a lot to drink," Mary said. "Now is as good a time as any. And I think it's better if I talk to your husband first. If Alex won't do it then it's over. I can sell Jake easier because he's as horny as a mountain goat, he's tired of jackin off, he really needs some user-friendly pussy and he's been looking at all the naked pictures of you on that beach."
"My pelvis is so needy that for sure it'll be user-friendly as hell!"
We walked out of the living room and down the hall to the study where the boys were looking at slides of naked women – the pictures Alex had taken on the nude beach. I was flattered to see several of me and if I do say so I looked pretty damn good. Of course I was drunk and thinking about getting laid for the first time in two years. Maybe my pelvis was sending me signals.
Mary knocked on the open door and said, "Jake you and Dianne go back into the living room. I need to talk to Alex."
The boys looked puzzled. As Jake followed me back down the hall I heard Mary say to Alex, "I hear you've been feeling guilty."
Jake and I sat down in the living room and he turned to me with a puzzled look.
