A couple weeks back, some friends and I decided to take a long weekend, rent a cabin, and spend the weekend riding side by sides through mountains and drinking beer. It was 3 couples and 1 husband, (his wife bailed at the last second). The cabin overlooked a lake and was big enough for everyone to have their own rooms.
The first night was a late night. We cooked out and the men stayed up way too late, which made for a late start to the day. We got the day started anyway, but right out of the gate, the single husband, who happens to be my best friend, his side by side wouldn't start. After an hour working on it, we gave up. My side by side is a crew cab, so there was more than enough room for him and my wife.
It was good for him to be able to ride with us. He needed time to vent. He only gets to share his problems with me, and he has a great way of venting without bringing the mood down. I am the opposite. It's probably why we are friends. One of their biggest issues, is of course, sex and intimacy. She weaponizes sex, and "gives him a little" a couple times a month. She just needs one orgasm a month for her own benefit. It's frustrating for him, as you can imagine. Even though my wife and his wife are friends, he knows my wife is a vault and values him more than her. They were both at ease, talking, listening, giving advice, and trying to work through stuff. It wound up being a great trip that day. It was needed.
When we went to bed that night, the wife started talking about him and his wife's problems. Of course, she knows how I feel about him and his wife, but also knows how I feel about someone weaponizing sex. Sex is my wife and I's love language. We have sex every single day, most times twice per day. The only time we don't is when it hurts during her period. She also knows that I have a fantasy of sharing her with another man, and he's one of them. I love the guy. He's like a brother to me and sharing her with him almost seems like the right thing to do. So, while talking about them, she raised an eyebrow and said, "no, don't get any ideas." I shrugged, we made love, and went to sleep.
The next day, we all headed out again. The mountains were beautiful. We would drive for 20 minutes or so, then get out and drink a couple or three beers, and then move on. We stopped next to a running creek for lunch. My wife doesn't typically drink, but today, she drank one beer every time we stopped. Then at lunch, she drank 3. Drinking that much, especially during the day, was more than rare. It never happens. As it was, she was having a blast. My little reserved, conservative wife was acting as though she was the life of the party. It made everyone else drink and have more fun. I had forgotten how funny she can be when she lets loose.
When lunch was over, we started riding again, and she told me that she wanted us to let the others go first, in front of us. It made sense because we have a windshield, and the others didn't. So, off we went. After a few minutes, she pulled out the new panty vibe toy I had bought her. She showed it to my friend and mentioned that I had just bought it a couple weeks ago and that we had used it at the movies a few days ago. He started laughing and asked questions about it. She then pulled her shorts and panties open enough to install it. When she did, I glanced over to notice that I could see down her a shorts a bit. I looked at him and found him looking. She caught us both. He had the look like he was caught with his hand in the cookie jar, apologized and turned beat red. She and I laughed.
She handed me the remote, and said, "get to it."
I started out with it low. He laughed to himself and just shook his head. I ran it up to high for a second, and she yelped and grabbed both our legs, squeezing hard. I ran it back down, and then set it on a pulsating mode, and left it for a bit. She never moved her hands from our legs but sat there moaning and biting her lips. As I slowly increased the tempo, her breathing became shallower, and her hands began to roam. She grabbed my dick through my jeans, and looked to be headed his way too, when the UTV's in front of us stopped. I slammed on the brakes, and she quickly told me to turn it off. It was break time. The time had gone by fast. We sat there for a second getting our wits about us, then I got out.
After getting out, I grabbed a beer, and he walked back with me. He wasn't saying much. I looked at him and broke the silence. "You, okay?"
"Um yeah, you?"
I of course told him, something I've never told him before. I told him not to worry. I'm cool. I went further and told him that I'm fucked up and this is something we've discussed and fantasized about and played with during sex, but she sternly stated to me that it would never happen. I told him we'd talk about it more later, but if he was into it, to just relax and have fun, and not worry. He assured me he was good.
We stood around, hanging out with everyone else and drinking beer, just like nothing ever happened. She grabbed another beer and continued her new outgoing manner. She walked over and whispered to me to turn the panty vibe back on, but low. Walking back to the group, engaged in conversation across from me, I could see her eyes glass over, but only noticeable to me. During the talking, he found himself next to her, and he could sense something was off with her. He looked at her questioningly, and then back to me. I gave a slight shrug, and when he looked back at her, she gave a shit eating grin that was to die for.