I'm Victoria, married to Johnny, he's a keen Rugby player, we have been married for almost ten years, neither of us are particularly into families, I haven't taken contraception since we married, we look on it like this, if I fall pregnant we will see how we feel at that time but as I haven't fallen in ten years I doubt if it will happen now.
Johnny had two loves in his life, the first was Rugby and the second was me, I had no doubts about that, we still had sex regularly, if Johnny's team won on a Saturday we fucked and he was like a stallion, if his team lost, then I blew him to commiserate. It wasn't something petulant on his behalf, if he lost he was usually so banged up and in so much pain that he would be incapable of fucking me, if he won, the adrenalin would carry him through to my climax before his injuries hit him. The trouble was that he was at an age where the injuries and losses were more frequent so I saw less and less of the stallion.
We were having a cuddle one night, not sex, just a cuddle, Johnny started whispering in my ear, I can't remember exactly what was said but the gist of it was that he was wondering if I had ever thought about sex with someone else, the thought had never crossed my mind until that point but as Johnny talked about how he would love to see me 'enjoying' another man, I began to get incredibly turned on. Eventually I ended up pushing Johnny onto his back and I climbed on top of him, I rode him like a stallion until I had drained every drop of spunk out of him.
My reaction to Johnny's pillow talk gave him ideas, a few days later he mentioned other men again and we had sex, good sex, no, great sex. A week later Johnny came home from Thursday evening training, "I've had a word with 'Dodgy Dave' and 'Red Robbo', both of them think you're sex on legs and both would love to, well, you know, what we talked about last week!" I couldn't believe that he had mentioned something like that to two men that I knew.
We live in a small farming community, all the single women in the area get snapped up fast and being a farming community there were three men to every woman so Dave and Robert had never been married even though they were in their late thirties, I doubted that they even had steady girlfriends in their lives, they tended to have holiday romances that lasted just long enough for the woman to find out that they were farm labourers rather than farm owners.
Johnny brought up his two best friends several times over the next few weeks, usually while we were having sex or in bed cuddling, eventually he got round to the, for him, important question, "If I brought Dave and Robbo home with me would you at least consider fooling around a little?" I just shrugged my shoulders; in truth I couldn't see me doing anything with someone other than Johnny.
It took a few more weeks but after Thursday evening training Johnny told me that he had invited Dave and Robbo for dinner on the following Sunday. I was a little shocked, both invited for dinner on the same day, what the hell did Johnny think I was going to do, 'eni-meni-miny-mo' on them to choose one to stay and send the other home?
I cooked a typical Sunday lunch, Robert and Dave arrived together, each carrying a bottle of my favourite wine. We ate, mainly in silence, with a little small talk, I was being overly reserved, watching what I said and over analysing everything that was said to me. I started to clear the table but Dave took over, "You go and put your feet up, we'll sort out the pots!" I retreated into the living room, Dave washed, Robert dried and Johnny put the dishes away.
In the living room, I stood, surveying the seating, we had two comfortable chairs, that were facing each other on the north and south sides of the room, a three seater sofa on the west side of the room and the window was in the east wall, it went through my mind that if I sat on one of the two comfortable chairs it would probably end whatever Johnny had planned. Usually I would sit on the right hand side of the sofa with my legs up under me, effectively taking up two seats, I didn't really want anything to happen particularly but neither did I want to upset Johnny's plans.
I decided to sit in the middle of the sofa, at least I was doing my part in the play that was being acted out but I didn't know how far Johnny would go before macho jealousy overtook him and he kicked his horny mates out of the house, I had never seen Johnny being jealous before but I had boyfriends when I was younger who would have killed me just for talking to another boy so naturally I was a little concerned at the pathway that Johnny was taking us down.
As the guys were washing the pots I could hear a lot of heavy whispers, not enough to hear what was being said but I was picking up on the fact that they didn't think things were going well, I got the feeling that everything was being left up to me but I wasn't sure. Johnny came into the room with another glass of wine for me, I wasn't a big drinker, one glass was usually my limit but I took the second glass. Johnny kind of nodded to the other two, moving his head in the direction of the sofa I was sitting on. Dave sat on my right hand side and Robert on my left, Johnny moved one of the comfortable chairs so that he was looking straight at the sofa.
I was suddenly hit by a wave of anxiety and self consciousness, Johnny had just done exactly the wrong thing, we sat in total silence for almost three hours, neither Dave nor Robert made any kind of move, I sat looking at the TV, I was definitely on edge, there was a certain level of excitement inside me, some kind of expectation, I realised that I had been on a sexual high since I started cooking dinner and now it was changing to disappointment and frustration, if Johnny had chosen just one of his friends I was sure that we would be in bed right then, having fun with two men. There was no way I could have chosen between Dave and Robert, they were the same age as Johnny, both large, fit, reasonable looking men, both had the same sense of humour and the same sense of humour as Johnny too, they had all grown up together, spent most of their lives together, went to the same schools, did the same jobs and even competed for the same position on the Rugby field.
At seven o'clock Dave suddenly stood up, obviously frustration over took him, "I think we should retire to the pub for refreshment!" I was invited but turned them down, I needed to relax, I had a job interview at eleven o'clock the next day, a job interview in Northampton, I would have to catch the nine o'clock bus into town, kick my heals for an hour, then, if the interview went past forty-five minutes I would miss the twelve o'clock bus back home, the next was the three-thirty school special, not the best bus to catch but better than waiting until the six-thirty bus.
The guys went to the local pub and I decided to hit the bathtub and see if overly hot water would take my mind off of the 'itch' that had developed between my knees.
I got out of the bath at nine o'clock, I put my large towelling bathrobe on, took a book to my sofa to read while I 'auto-dried' in the bathrobe. Within seconds my front door bell sounded, Dave was at the door with four bottles of extra strong cider, "The music was a little loud for me, they have a 'Rock and Roll' band on tonight, I think they are called 'Use noise as a weapon', Johnny told me to bring you a drink and you wouldn't mind if I stopped here until closing time!"
I was sitting in my usual position with my legs up under my bottom, that left one seat on the sofa still free and the two comfortable chairs, Dave sat on the sofa, I had to pull my feet back slightly to stop them being squashed under Dave's bum.
We drank cider from the bottle, I could only have one or I would be totally shit for my interview, "Does Johnny ever massage your feet to help you relax?"
I shook my head, "Would you like me to try a foot massage on you, see if it helps you to relax?"
