Quite a long story, told in short chapters to move things along.
UK English from a bumbling dyslexic, expect mistakes, if that upsets you, don't read it. Your call.
Chapter 1 -- Matt & I
Matt & I had gone to school together, we were neither of us book smart but neither of us were dumb either. In our late teens we had a chat decided that we were fucked if we were going to saddle ourselves with large debts from a college education and that there was a very good living to be made in the trades.
Plumbers were often in short supply and Matt's uncle was a plumber, he was older than Matt's dad and reaching an age when he was happy to have an apprentice or two that he could underpay whilst they learned the trade of him.
He was also of an age and had been frugal with his money so, retirement was something he was not far from ready for and somewhere like Florida with a better climate beckoned where his rheumatic joints would do better in the milder winters. Matt envisaged either him or both of us taking over the business and developing it into something bigger.
So, we joined his Uncle Steve, worked as apprentices for low pay but got the grounding and the skills we needed.
We had a plan but before that we had all the trials and tribulations of growing up, making our way through the teen angst, the learning about life, learning about sex and as important about relationships with both male and female friends, what made people become and stay friends, what people valued and made them want to be around you, being good company, loyalty and the whole nine yards.
In school we had each other's backs, others soon learn ed that if they took on one of us, they took on both of us. We were not huge guys, but we were physically hard from sports, and we had each had our share of fights.
I suppose our friendship solidified for all time one day when I was having hassle from two big football players and Matt cruised in swinging fists, before they knew what was happening we had teamed up to put both of them down and after that we were inseparable, and nobody seemed to want to tangle with us anymore.
When it came to the opposite sex, Matt was a bit of a player, liked to spread himself thinly and seemed to rarely be without some lady on his arm.
Me? I'm Jim by the way, and I became infatuated with Kate in my first year out of school as Matt and I were learning the plumbing trade from his Uncle Steve.
I had met Kate in a bar one night and we just seemed to hit it off, we liked each other and spent a lot of time together, eventually it moved to the bedroom, and we discovered we were just as compatible there.
Matt started to feel like a third wheel, he was not happy to have lost his wingman, but he said that I had done really well for myself and that if I hadn't connected with her first he'd have loved to see where he could have taken things with Kate.
In company we all got on together so well, it seemed like we were all family, it was not uncommon for Kate and Matt to hug fondly, and I thought nothing of it. We were buddies, you never have to worry about your buddy around you girl, right?
Chapter 2 -- Changes
Life moved on, nobody more so than Uncle Steve who retired, sold the business to Matt and I and headed to Florida. My parents had gone guarantor for a loan that funded my part in buying out Steve, Matt's money came as a gift from his parents, so I was the only one carrying a debt.
I had married Kate 2 years ago and life seemed pretty sweet, marriage good, business starting to thrive even more as we put effort into growing it, a little advertising, some social media with past client recommendations and soon we were as busy as we could manage.
The option was to hire more guys, but trained plumbers aren't always easy to find at rates we could afford to pay, so increasingly, we were working longer hours.
Kate was working as a clerk in a law office, the pay was ok, but she didn't really enjoy the work and that there was a creep of a lawyer who tried to hit on her, but she fended off. Then she said that she was looking forward to starting a family. I wasn't sure when that would be, with my loan, we were doing ok but it wasn't exactly a perfect time to lose her income.
As my hours became longer and longer and we had no real chance to start the family, Kate began to retreat into herself a bit and I started to worry about possible depression. I kept telling her that it won't always be this way and that happy days were ahead of us, but that didn't stop her unhappiness.
Then one day, it was like someone had flipped a switch. Kate had a smile on her face and the tension seemed to be gone. I wondered what had happened but was really just happy to see my wife smiling again so did not overthink it.
Soon, our stalled sex life sprang into life, with Kate seemingly recharged and pretty much in need of sex most days. Who amongst you would be bothered by that?
Then one day I was bothered.
Nothing dramatic, but suddenly she seemed to want to suck my balls every time we got together, I liked it, but where did this come from? She had only ever paid passing attention to my hairy sack, now she loved to lick it and suck on my balls like they were a delicacy.
I was unsettled, I needed to think this out, was I making a problem where none existed or was her sudden happiness and love of my scrotum align with something else happening?
A few weeks later and I needed to talk to someone, the obvious candidate my best friend Matt.
Chapter 3 -- Matt Chat
Matt and I met in the Staging Post bought a couple of beers and took a booth at the back wall.
"What's eating you buddy?" Matt asked, "You've been kind of off for the last few weeks, I've been waiting for you to talk to me, didn't want to interfere."
"I hope it's nothing Matt but it's about Kate, she was down, hated her job and had a snake of a lawyer hitting on her at work. Then about 6 weeks back she changes, happy as the day is long and two weeks later, she's trying to fuck me to death almost every day."
"And your problem with a happy wife trying to fuck your cock off?" Matt said with a smirk.
"Well, after a couple of weeks, I notice that she has suddenly become very fond of licking and sucking my ball sack. Thing is she's never really shown any interest before, it got me thinking, Where the fuck is this coming from? Is she learning new tricks with some other bastard?"
"Fuck I love having my nuts sucked." Matt said, then I caught a slight 'what the fuck did I say that for' look crossing his face before he quickly recovered, "it's all good Jim."
We stayed a couple of hours and drank some beers but now I had two people who concerned me. I'm not an educated man but I've heard of Occam's Razor -- when various solutions present themselves, the most obvious one is usually the correct answer.
Chapter 4 -- Who?
