A Reasonable Request

My name is Ted Parsons and the story I'm about to tell you is going to be hard to believe. I lived it and I'm still shaking my head. It all started with a reasonable request, but what actually is reasonable? I suppose for some it would be others not so much. Before I tell you what the request was, so you can make your own judgment, I will give you the back story.

I have lived all my life in a small Midwestern town. I met my best friend Alvin or Al in kindergarten. Our dads both worked at the mill. They were friends, our families were friends and so we were friends. The Mill was our town's lifeblood for the last 127 years. Owned and operated by the same family. It was a wool mill and had made many things over the years. A few of the things we've made and continue to make are blankets for the army, sweaters, and socks. No big sole source deals, no contracts with vultures like Walmart. The owners kept the equipment current and the production as flexible as possible. A few things were constant, the owners were great employers, the workers were great employees and the farmers who supplied the wool were all local. Wars had come and gone. the Depression, recessions, booms, and busts but the mill never faltered. There were tough times, sometimes the farmers bailed out the mill, and sometimes the reverse happened. Some years there were 4-day weeks and some year's bonuses. In all between our families, 72 people had either worked or were still working at the mill. I would be the third generation from my family to work there. Al's family could trace its work there all the way to opening day!

We would have also met our future wives in kindergarten, but our town had more than one elementary school. Thus, we met them in high school. My wife Barb was born on one of those sheep farms. Al's wife Sarah's parents both worked at the mill. It all seemed very natural to me the day I saw Barb was the day I knew we would get married. She admitted to me two years later that she felt the same way. Our relationship progressed from there. We were pretty typical, I guess, high school sweethearts. First kiss with each other, lost our virginity to each other and after high school we got engaged. Al and Sarah took a little longer to get together but they did, and they were also engaged after high school. I must remember to mention that Barb and Sarah had been friends since they met in grade one.

Barb still looks as great today as she did then. Dark brown hair, brown eyes, nice B cup handfuls up front, and curves in all the right places. Sarah had blonde hair, now it's dirty blonde, and blue eyes. She has more than a handful up front and has more curves in all the right places than Barb if you know what I mean. They both have aged but Barb looks as good to me today as she did then. I know Al felt the same about Sarah.

Al and I were both hired at the mill after high school graduation. Al married Sarah a year later and I married Barb the year after that. Best man and maid of honor respectively at the weddings. Kids followed two for Barb and I and three for Al and Sarah. We had a boy and a girl and they had 2 boys and a girl. We did life together for 38 years! Obviously, we were "uncle" and "aunt" to their kids and vice versa. We vacationed together at the lake in the cottage we co-owned. Our oldest son Mark married Al and Sarah's daughter Sue. When Barb needed a kidney Sarah was a match and gladly donated one of hers. When Al was injured, I took care of things at his house for him until he was well. Babysat for one another, the list could go on and on. We were the best of friends and life was good. Life was very good.

Then came the day when Al was killed in a car accident. Not much of an accident really, the kid driving the car that hit Al was texting on his phone. The idiot was not paying attention to the road and killed my best friend. All of us were devastated. Clearly, Sarah was hit the hardest, but we all suffered. Yet we pulled together as the one big family, that we were. After Al died the kids and grandkids made sure Sarah was busy on the weekends and after school. We had her over every Wednesday night for dinner. Sarah also joined us once or twice a month to go out to the movies or a restaurant.

Time marched on and soon two years had passed. Barb had tried to get Sarah to date but Sarah wasn't interested. Sarah did admit to Barb on occasion however that she did miss the physical contact that Al used to provide. This is when my story begins, when Sarah asked Barb what she believed was a reasonable request.

The next part was related to me by my wife.

One day as they were having coffee after shopping downtown Sarah asked Barb the question that would dramatically alter our lives, not that we knew it at the time.

"Barb, we have been friends pretty much our whole lives. I would do anything for you, I even gave you my kidney. We have shared cars, a cottage, kids, and almost everything that two people could share. Now I have been thinking about this a lot and what is the one thing we have never shared?"

Barb started to think hard about Sarah's question. They had shared clothes, recipes, secrets, so many things that she couldn't even think of something they had never shared.

Sarah interpreted the silence to mean that Barb was stumped.

"Barb, we have never shared our husbands."

It hit Barb like a lightning bolt! She was flabbergasted, what was Sarah getting at? Was she having an affair with her husband all these years and she was going to confess? Did Al and her have a secret swinger sex life? Did Sarah want to sleep with my husband? She tried to avoid the inevitable by saying nothing, but her head was spinning. Then it came to her,

"That's not really true Sarah, we have shared life together, for example, remember when Al was injured and Ted was always over doing what Al normally did? It was like we were sharing a husband then."

"True enough Barb but I was talking about intimately."

Barb didn't like where this was going. Barb and I had a great marriage based on trust, respect, and love. We didn't express our love in a sexual way as much as we used to but when we did it was still great. From everything Sarah had told Barb Sarah and Al's marriage had been the same. They were all lifelong friends and had shared almost everything but where this was heading seemed like too much.

"Barb, I have been thinking about this a lot. So much I finally had to ask you what I think given all of our history and friendship is a reasonable request. I would like to share your husband in an intimate way. I am not sure about the details, but I would like to have intimacy, but I don't want a stranger. I have known Ted as long as I have known Al and, well, it makes sense to me. You guys have a very strong marriage and doing this favor for me will not change a thing. I don't want to take your husband, no way! I love you too much to do that to you. We are like sisters, and I could never do anything to hurt you. However, I would like to ask this one thing, and given all we have done for one another in the past I think it is a reasonable request."

Wow thought Barb. She has a pretty good argument from a friendship and history point of view. If she just wanted a platonic date night with Ted, I am pretty sure I would agree right now but intimacy? Wow.

"Sarah, I do love you like a sister; you are my best friend after Ted, and I understand what you are asking but I need time to process this and talk to Ted."

Sarah could accept that and then did her best to make the rest of their time together that day as "normal" as usual.

Barb spent the rest of the day wrestling with the word reasonable.

That was a Thursday and Barb hadn't spoken to me yet by the next dinner with Sarah on the following Wednesday. Things were a little tense around the table. There was a tension in the air that had almost never happened between us. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore,

"What is going on with you two? Did you have a disagreement, because something is off?"

I said my piece and Barb couldn't meet Sarah or my eyes. While she looked down Sarah looked at me,

"She hasn't spoken to you, has she?

"About what?"

"About my reasonable request."

As she said it Sarah did the air quotes motion with her hands.

The tension was thick as neither of them would tell me what it was. Sarah cracked first,

"I asked to borrow you once a month."

"For what? I already am over at your house helping out when you need it and so are all of the kids."

The words exploded from Barb's mouth,

"She means SEX, she wants you to have sex with her."

I was astounded.

Sarah quickly started selling her idea, all of their history, their sharing and caring. Barb joined her in explaining how this all was rational. After what seemed like hours, I finally put a stop to it.

"Let me get this straight. Sarah thinks that it is reasonable for me to sleep with her once a month. Barb, you agree that it is reasonable but have reservations, the most obvious being to not hurt our marriage. So, if this can be all done, and we act like nothing different is happening it is a good idea?"

Silence. My speech was inquisitive, but my tone was angry, and they were afraid.

"I'm going to assume your silence means that you agree and want to start this plan of sharing. Well, I got news for you I AM PISSED OFF! I. believe our vows mean something. I believe this will wreck our marriage. I don't want to have sex with anyone but you Barb! You both have gone insane, good night!"

I went to bed. Barb joined me at some point, and they left it alone for a week. Then two. but I will admit I couldn't stop thinking about it. The word reasonable never seemed to leave my conscious mind. After three weeks they brought it up again at Wednesday supper. It was Barb who spoke first,

"Ted, I know you like I know myself. You have been thinking about this since we brought it up. Have you decided if Sarah's request is reasonable?"

She or they had certainly put a pile of effort into starting with that question. She knew me too well,

"Yes, as a request from a friend for life who saved my wife with a kidney donation it is reasonable. However, I don't know if I can do it. I'm sure you are going to ask me that next and I will give you my answer in one more week."

They left it alone, respecting my wishes. Next Wednesday however came way too fast. I told them after dinner I would give them my conditions but not to get their hopes up.

When I served the coffee, I gave them both a sheet of paper. This is what it said:

Nonnegotiable.

1. No other people. Barb doesn't get to sleep with anyone but me. I only get to sleep with Barb with the exception of Sarah. If Sarah starts seeing someone its done.

2. I only sleep with Sarah once a month with the full knowledge of Barb. Any secrets from Barb and its done.

3. Any one of us at any time feels uncomfortable with the arrangement its done.

4. I will only sleep with Sarah if it feels like I'm sleeping with Barb. If it doesn't feel that way it won't happen.

They studied my proposal and right away zeroed in on number four.

"There is no discussion, those ate my conditions. Nonnegotiable. You figure out how to make it happen or nothing happens. No more discussion."

Three weeks go by, and nothing is said about it. I am starting to think I prevented disaster with my conditions, but they were very determined. It was Friday night and the three of us were going to go out. It would be in the nearest "big city" 35 minutes away. There wasn't much to do in our town. Dinner first and then dancing at a club that catered to us older folks.

I was all dressed and ready to go but Barb wasn't ready yet, so I went to watch TV while I waited. When Barb came downstairs, I was reminded again of how good-looking she was. A nice white blouse with a hint of cleavage. Short but not too short black skirt. Fishnet stockings and red three-inch heels. Wow, what a babe!

"You look stunning Barb let's postpone the reservation or just cancel."

Barb laughed,

"No there will be time enough for that later, lets go. Remember we have to pick up Sarah."

I was so enamored with Barb that I forgot all about Sarah. So, we got in the car and drove the 3 blocks to Sarah's house. When the door opened, and she came out I could not believe my eyes. It looked like Sarah was Barb's twin sister. Same blouse, skirt, stockings and heels. I would bet the same underwear. Her hair was now dark and styled just like Barb. As she came closer, I saw her eyes they were brown. There also must have been some weight loss as well.

Before I knew it Barb was in the back seat and Sarah was in the front. From the back I heard my wife actually say,

"Hi Barb, hi Ted, its good to see you."

Sarah of course replied while I remained in a state of shock.

"You look great tonight, Sarah."

I drove to the restaurant; they had definitely met the requirement of point 4 of my conditions. Barb must have spent the last three weeks coaching Sarah. Yes, we had known each other for forever but Barb had given her intimate details. At one point during supper Sarah whispered in my ear to make sure " I ate up so I would have energy for later." This was Barb's side of one of the little intimate conversations that couples repeat. I of course replied, "Worry not fair maiden." It was from a high school play in case you are wondering.

When we went to the club and started to dance with each other I really knew I was a goner. Sarah knew all of Barb's moves to turn me on. From another button undone on the blouse when we danced to the dangling her shoe off her foot when she sat. At one point I was just getting back to the table with Barb, and I said another one of those intimate lines,

"Barb you are such a babe every guy in here is watching you."

To which Sarah seated at the table replied,

"But you're the lucky dog that gets to take me home."

Wow these two had really worked hard on condition four. The final thing they did to seal the deal was when we left the club to go home. I knew they were both aroused and so was I. Now what would normally happen in this situation if it was only me and Barb was as follows:

I would open the car door for Barb, and she would show me lots of thigh when she got in. I then would get in and head for home with my hand on her thigh. Soon enough my hand would move north, and my fingers would find her bare eager pussy. I then would get her off with my fingers. When we got home it was a blow job followed by me giving her an oral orgasm. This would be followed with a loving round of intercourse.

I opened the passenger door and Sarah moved into the car. Plenty of thigh was shown. I went around to the driver's side and got in. Barb sat in the back seat. I started to the car and immediately began to play with the heater and radio. Sarah gently grabbed my hand and put it midway between her knee and where she really wanted it to be. My hand and fingers then just followed their usual routine. When my finger touched her labia, I heard her whimper.

Immediately I looked in the rear-view mirror and Barb was looking out the window, seemingly oblivious to what was going on in the front seat. She must have known what was happening but when Sarah came shortly thereafter Barb still looked oblivious.

Sarah then opened up my pants and pulled out my cock. It was hard as a rock, and she was eager. I don't know if she usually swallowed but Barb did, so Sarah did too. She was just zipping up my fly when we reached her house. Barb said thanks for the fun night as she stepped out of the car and went into Sarah's house. Sarah and I continued to Barb and my house. l ate her to another orgasm and then we had a long round of intercourse.

I awoke to the smell of bacon and an empty bed. Normally after a night like that, I would go to the kitchen and find Barb in one of my shirts and some sexy panties. She would have made pancakes and bacon. The pancakes would be on the oven staying warm and the bacon would be on some paper towels drying off. I would then come up behind her, she would find an excuse to be bent over, and I would give it to her doggie style. When we were done, we would have breakfast and carry on with the day. I was intrigued to see what was going to happen.

There was Barb dressed like I described bent over and checking the pancakes. The only difference in what happened next is I made sure Barb came. Usually, she did not on the morning after, but I thought she might be pretty wound up still from last night. I guessed right and she whimpered and moaned as she came on my fingers. Nothing was said about Sarah then or later.

It was like it never happened. The next time I saw Sarah it was dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. I started to think it was a one off because after a month nothing more had happened. The three of us had even gone to open up the cottage the past weekend and nothing. We did what we normally did to get the cottage ready for the season. I slept with Barb; Sarah was our friend. The job was done, and we went home.

The next Friday however Barb wanted to go see some movie. Guess who was waiting for me at home after work with supper ready? Sarah looking like Barb of course. This time really showed me how much work they put into this. After the movie I went to bed with Sarah but woke up with a Barb who knew everything that happened Friday night. I'm sure they were recording everything I said and studying it after. Barb and I discussed the movie Saturday morning at breakfast, clearly Barb had gone to see it by herself. Moreover, I had told Sarah that one of the guy's wives from work wanted to ask Barb about her apple pie recipe. After breakfast, Barb phoned the woman!

This carried on for 6 months. Nothing was said but once a month Sarah became Barb. Finally, as Barb and I were alone one day I brought it up.

"Barb do you still think Sarah's request is reasonable?"

Barb thought about it for quite a while before responding.

"Yes, I do. Sarah is much happier, and we are doing great. You always try extra hard after Sarah to make it good for me. That makes me feel so loved. How about you?

I didn't need as much time because I thought about this all the time.

"You are happy, Sarah is happy, our marriage is good. I sometimes wonder if Al would be doing the same thing if I had been the one to die. It is surreal sometimes though. If it wasn't for the difference in voices, I sometimes wouldn't know who I was with."

It continued for almost two years and life was good. It was really good and then it wasn't.

Sarah and I were out on a date. Something at the restaurant we were eating had disagreed with Sarah. We decided I would take her home. When we arrived Sarah and I both went in. I figured I might as well take Barb home. Sarah was ahead of me and entered the living room first. Then I heard Barb scream, Sarah shout and things crash. A man blew past me out the door! Then Barb blew past me with Sarah yelling and screaming out the door. I went outside to see the man jump in a car across the street and drive away. I saw Barb get in her car and drive away. Sarah was bent over and was vomiting all over the lawn.

What a night. I stayed with Sarah. I cleaned her up and put her to bed. I stayed in one of her spare bedrooms. Barb we soon learned fled to our son's house. Yes, the one married to Sarah's daughter. What an epic shit show!

In the morning Sarah was still furious at Barb's betrayal. I was numb. I was mad, sad, disappointed, and puzzled as to why Barb had done this. In the week that followed we heard the story from my son Mark and.......

This guy who had a thing for Barb had noticed me out on a date with Sarah. He had planned to use this information to get into Barb's pants. When he approached her instead of fury and maybe some revenge sex he got part of the story. Enough of the story to figure out what was going on. This caused him to pivot and start working the fairness angle. Was it fair Ted got strange but Barb had only ever had Ted? Wasn't she curious? He was determined, patient, and slick. He had been at it for seven months.