Things on our street had quietened in the few months since our last fling with our neighbour Rick.
Some things remained the same. Our sons were still best friends, and as before, when Rick's ex-wife took her turn looking after Rick's son, our son frequently travelled with them, leaving us all to our own devices.
Some things had changed.
Meg continued to coach basketball and look after herself. She was as gorgeous as ever but had become concerned that her "wild side" penchant for getting naked around people other than me after having a few drinks might be putting our family at risk, so she decided to drink less. Whether it was because of this or something else, despite my high sex drive, our sex life had become frustratingly more vanilla and "normal", fucking only once or twice a week and sometimes less.
Rick, our neighbour, had found a girlfriend. He'd met Lisa through a mutual friend, and they'd hit it off straight away and moved in together at Rick's place. Like Rick, Lisa had not been in a long-term relationship since she'd divorced following a stifling marriage about two years ago. She was tanned, tall, blond, and lean. Like Meg, she looked after herself and was not backward in showing off her D-size tits. She had an insatiable appetite for life (and for sex based on what Rick had told me) and felt as though she had a lot of catching up to do. With no kids, she was a perfect match for Rick.
Rick and I continued running and working out together, upping our time in the gym. We had become more serious about our health, focusing on lifestyle and our diet. Both of us were ripped and looked good. I was a tall 6'4" and lean, and Rick was a stocky and slightly shorter 6'.
We'd all become good friends and often get together as a group and head out to see a band or show and grab a meal. We had a lot of fun, but with Meg drinking less than she used to and Rick and I not wanting to drink too much either, these evenings tended to be reasonably sober. A glass or two of wine was the limit.
With our kids due to be away the weekend after next, we decided to all catch up at our place for a BBQ lunch on Saturday. As things would have it, by the time Saturday came around, the mood in our house was not good.
There were many reasons - Meg's basketball team had recently lost an important game, and I had been working hard and not managed to get as much done around the house as we'd hoped. But that was not the real reason. The real reason was that our sexual appetites were becoming more mismatched. When we had sex, it was great for both of us. For years, we'd been having great sex two or three times a week. Over the last couple of months, it dropped to once a week or less. It was not for want of trying on my part -- I regularly let Meg know I was keen for some action, but I was knocked back with ever more elaborate excuses more often than not. A part of my frustration was knowing that Meg was not so much losing interest, more that she was restraining herself. It had been over a week since Meg and I had had sex, and Meg and I had the shits with each other. I was short-tempered, and Meg's reaction was to be bad-tempered herself. I had no hope of getting down and dirty before our visitors arrived.
We had pulled the house together and were sitting in different rooms waiting for our guests to arrive when we heard a knock at the door.
Welcoming in Rick and Lisa, it immediately became clear that they weren't getting on either.
Lisa said to Rick, "Can you put these in the fridge, please?" Rick responded, "The fridge is right there. Why do you need me to do it?"
This was going to be a blast.
Meg and I looked at each other, and we knew it was time to set aside our differences and take the chill out of the air. "Let me get you both a drink. It sounds like you need one," Meg said as I put on some music.
We headed to the deck and sat down around our cosy round table. Meg joined us, bringing a bottle of wine and glasses.
"So, how's life in paradise?" I asked to glares from around the table. "It's going great," Rick said. Lisa glared at him, which I was happy with as it took the focus off me.
Smiling, Rick said, "Actually, it is going great. It's just that after our divorces, we're both used to doing what we want when we want. It's taking some time to adjust to living with someone again."
Not one to beat around the bush with friends, Lisa said, "Oh fuck.. just spit it out... I want to have more sex than Rick wants. He feels pressured, and I feel frustrated. On the positive side, it's the only thing we've fought about."
"Hey," Rick said, "you make me sound like I don't want to have sex -- nothing is further from the truth!"
"Two or three times a week might be enough for an old married couple, but a young couple like us that has just met should be at it like rabbits."
Stupidly, I smiled and said, "To right! What's wrong with you man!"
Meg stood up, said, "I need a real drink," and walked into the kitchen. Lisa followed.
