It began like many other Saturday nights before it. My wife and I got together with Josie and Tony every couple of weeks, sometimes at our place, sometimes at theirs. This particular evening we were at their place and had planned to spend the night to avoid having to drive home after a night of drinking. This happened quite often. Josie and my wife Kelsie had been best friends for around 4 or 5 years, and she and her husband were one of the few couples we socialized with.
After spending so many years focused on family and careers, our circle of friends had become very small, and it was nice to have another couple that whom we enjoyed spending time. Whether it was a backyard BBQ at our place, a pool party at their place, or just talking or playing cards on a Saturday night, it was nice having a bit of a social life again.
Kelsie and I have been married for 16 years. At 38 years old, she is 5 years my junior, and at the risk of sounding cliche, I'm as turned on by her now as I ever was. We enjoy many of the same things, have a like-minded dark sense of humor, and have an active sex life. All in all, we have a pretty great life together.
Josie and Tony's marriage has a completely different dynamic. They don't show a lot of affection and argue quite frequently. After several drinks, Josie will frequently belittle her husband, which sometimes resulted in our evenings ending early due to some sort of fight breaking out between them. Tony was generally quiet and reserved, whereas she was much more outgoing and opinionated. An odd couple, I always thought, but they'd somehow made it work.
After several drinks Tony would eventually begin to stand up for himself, issuing jabs of his own at his wife. On more than one occasion he would complain about how infrequently she had sex with him. He gave the impression that she purposely withheld sex from him, for some reason. Hearing him moan about it made him sound desperate, but I felt bad for him and their situation. His complaints would typically piss off his wife, and hence often became the downfall of what had been a good night up to that point.
Despite feeling sorry for him, I also considered maybe that was what worked for them. Maybe he secretly enjoyed being submissive to her dominant personality. Or maybe she had genuinely just become bored with their sex life like many married couples eventually do.
On the other hand, when they did have sex, he took the opportunity to gloat excessively about how incredible it was. I thought, if I was only getting it a couple of times per month, I'd probably think it was amazing too, but I didn't say anything.
However his bragging about it did pique my curiosity, and I sometimes found myself imagining just how naughty and dominant Josie might be in the bedroom. Her sex appeal was undeniable. She was a 5'4" dirty blonde, maybe 130 lbs, with huge breasts, which she seemed to make every effort not to conceal. Who could blame her: if you've got it, flaunt it.
After a few drinks, Josie would often flirt with me, which I always assumed was just another way for her to torment Tony. It never struck me as genuine interest on her part, simply being drunk and trying to piss off her husband. I had never considered anything happening between us, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy the attention.
This most recent Saturday night was like any other. We were all feeling pretty good, particularly the girls. That was nothing new. They rarely made efforts to pace themselves when it came to their alcohol consumption, so things could get pretty messy some nights. This particular night appeared to be headed in that direction.
After several drinks, Josie was flirting with me in her typical way. At first, just subtle things like taking my side during some trivial debate we would all be having or laughing a little too hard at some of my clever but sarcastic observations. Kelsie didn't seem to pick up on it, or if she did, just brushed it off. Tony on the other hand seemed bothered by it, so I tried to act as if I didn't realize she was flirting. Eventually, he grew more frustrated and by midnight he announced he was going to bed. Josie splashed a bit of fuel on the fire with a comment about him being a downer. With that, he glared at her before storming off to bed.
Things were awkward at that point. After realizing the vibe of the evening had taken a turn for the worst and there was no chance of recovering, Kelsie eventually said:
"Ok, I think it's time to go to bed. I'm hammered and I'm exhausted."
Her words were slurred, but I caught her drift. Josie pleaded for us not to go, saying she was still having fun. I looked at her and shrugged my shoulders, as I was led off to their guest room. I wasn't going to argue with getting pulled to the bedroom. Kelsie had been teasing me under the table throughout the night, so by this time I was pretty worked up.
Josie gave us an obnoxious "BOOO!" as we left. I figured she was probably more ready for bed than she realized.
The guest room was just two doors down from Josie and Tony's bedroom but on the opposite side of the hall. The bathroom sat between the two bedrooms. Kelsie and I retired to our room and closed the door, stripping down to our underwear before falling into bed. I could feel my dick pushing hard against my boxers in anticipation. Given just the right amount of alcohol, Kelsie could be pretty uninhibited in bed, and I was hoping she had reached that point.
Kelsie lay on her back with her hands covering her face.
"Oh god, the room is spinning," she groaned.
I turned toward her, putting my hand on one of her breasts, a lame attempt at foreplay. I figured given our drunken state, we could probably skip the romance.
"I don't think I can, hun," she groaned. "I think it would make me sick. I shouldn't have drunk so much, sorry. Maybe after the room stops spinning."
She glanced around the room, searching for something to use in case she were to get sick.
Shit. Guess she overshot that perfect amount of alcohol I had hoped for. No one looks for a garbage pail when they're feeling horny.
Disappointed, I laid there on my back with my hand on my dick. I waited for it to soften so that I could just go to sleep, but the longer I laid there the more frustrated I became.
Finally, I thought fuck it, one way or another, I needed some relief. I crawled out of bed as quietly as I could, not wanting to disturb Kelsie who was passed out by this point. I figured I would quickly head to the bathroom and take care of business myself.
I slowly turned the doorknob trying not to wake anyone. The hinges made a creaking sound, and I froze. I didn't hear anyone stir, so I stepped into the hall and left our bedroom door open just a crack, hoping to be quieter upon my return. I softly walked the few steps to the bathroom. I noticed Josie and Tony's bedroom door open about a foot, and I wondered how they could just fight like that and still go back to normal the next day. Maybe they enjoyed the make-up sex, I thought.
I went into the bathroom and closed the door quietly behind me. I looked around trying to decide where to sit for this pathetic ritual: toilet seat or side of the tub? I decided on the side of the tub and quietly slid the shower curtain back. I caught the scent of what must have been the shower gel or shampoo that Josie used. It smelled fantastic.
I dropped my boxers and kicked them away, thinking that that wonderful smell wouldn't hurt my efforts. I took my cock in my hand and gave it a couple of soft strokes to prime the pump, but found my attention drawn back to that smell. I looked over my shoulder and saw a pink scrub sponge on the corner ledge.
Jesus Christ, I thought, how immature and pathetic am I? Undeterred by my shame, I picked it up and inhaled the sweet smell. Oh yea, that was Josie's scent, no question. The sudden thought that at some point today, this had probably scrubbed her massive breasts, before making its way down her torso to clean that most magic of places between her legs made my cock throb in my hand. I started to stroke with more purpose now.
Suddenly I heard a faint knock on the door. I froze, not knowing if I should respond but then I heard the door handle try to turn. I had locked it but still felt certain that it might somehow open.
"Who is it?" I asked, startled.
"It's me. Let me in," Came the faint whisper outside the door.
Great, I thought, Kelsie is going to be sick. So much for finding a quiet place to jerk off.
I pulled my boxers back on and crossed to open the door, my hard cock jutting out the front of my underwear. I turned the knob softly and pulled it open, stepping back to let her in. Instead of my wife, Josie stepped through the door and quickly closed it behind her. I instinctively took several steps backward, before banging into the wall behind me. She locked the door and turned to face me, smiling slyly.
"Whoa, whoa, what are you doing, Josie?" I asked with panic in my voice.
She was wearing a white silk bathrobe that stopped just above her knees. The top folds were opened wide enough to leave little to the imagination.
