"Dinner should be ready by around six thirty honey" I told my wife Laura over the phone. She was at work cocooned in her office at the investment firm she works at. It was a day off for me and I liked to make a hot dinner for her on days like this, it made me feel less guilty about staying home watching TV while she slaved her ass off.
"Ok babes, there's nothing much going on so I should get out of here on time today. I suppose Alex will be joining us again?"
My buddy Alex was hanging out with us a lot lately. He split up with his common law wife last year and the guy took it pretty badly. I was worried about him for awhile but he seems to be coming around now. We took him under our wing to get him through the bad times and told him he could always pop over whenever he was feeling lonely. For the first three months all he could talk about was that skank and how much he missed her and he couldn't live without her. Now he barely mentions her but we can tell the guy is lonely.
"Yeah he's coming by after his shift, don't worry we won't be a couple of drunks by the time you get home"
Laura laughed. "Well that will be a refreshing change of pace, we might actually have coherent conversation over dinner tonight!"
Alex and I both work at the airport; we repair avionics on those big passenger jets. The pay is great but sometimes we pull odd hours. The company we work for has contracts with most of the major airlines and there always has to be technicians on hand at all hours of the day or night, so we work rotating shifts. I enjoy the work, it's challenging and most of the people I work with are great.
At quarter to five Alex rang to doorbell then let himself in like he usually did. "Hey Todd, boy am I glad to get outta there today!" He put the six pack he brought with him in the fridge, minus the one he tossed to me and cracked one open himself. I closed the oven door, set the timer then joined him in the den to watch the baseball highlights.
We sipped our beers and talked casually about work. Laura hates sitting idly by while we talk shop so we took the opportunity while we had the chance. Alex was telling me about the obnoxious note some co-pilot left taped to the console of the plane he worked on, telling us how to do our job. We had a good laugh, but then Alex went silent for a couple of minutes.
"Hey uh, what do you know about those escort service places? How does that work?" He kept his eyes on the TV while he spoke, clearly a little nervous to ask.
"What, those agencies that leave the fliers around the business class lounges? I'm not sure, I guess they are a step up from picking up a hooker from a street corner. It looks expensive though. Why?"
"I might...look into that"
I chuckled but I knew he was serious. I was hoping he would come around and want to start dating soon but this took me a bit by surprise. The more I thought about it the more I couldn't find anything wrong with the idea though. Maybe that's what he needs to get back in the game so to speak.
"It's been awhile since you've gotten any action hasn't it? Well maybe it's not a terrible idea, just don't get yourself into any shady situations though ok buddy?"
Alex grinned at me "I just have to get some before I forget what it looks like, you know man?"
We laughed and turned our attention back to the TV.
A short time later Laura came home, stopping into the den to say hi and to give me a quick kiss. My wife is 36 years old, around five foot eight and has just the right curves to make heads turn on the beach. We first met at the gym but lately we've let that slide and frankly I like her with a little more softness under her skin. She tends to dress conservatively for work in a way that downplays her D-cup breasts but she purposely has a few outfits to show off the goods. I should mention she is very comfortable about her body and that confidence makes her that much sexier. She has long wavy brown hair to just past her shoulders which she sometimes wears up in a bun. When she's not working she usually wears a t-shirt and jeans that makes her bust really evident. We once ran into one of her clients by chance out shopping and I could swear the dudes jaw hit the floor when he saw her.
I'm about five years older than her. We met about six years ago and got married about a year after that. I'm six feet tall and my work keeps me pretty trim but I could probably also benefit from some more gym time.
Alex on the other hand admits he's slightly pudgier than he'd like, but honestly the guy is not bad looking at all. He's 38, slightly shorter than me at around five foot ten and he tends to dress nice when he's not working. Polo shirts and slacks are his mainstay.
Laura excused herself to change out of her work clothes while I pulled dinner out of the oven.
We ate and talked about our days. As usual after work my wife had changed into a loose t-shirt and track pants, and also as usual her bra was now long gone. Laura told us a humorous story her co-worker had told that day about their daughter's disastrous first date ever. Every time she laughed Laura's breasts would jiggle noticeably under the loose fabric of her t-shirt. From the corner of my eye I caught Alex taking a quick glance. I don't know why I never noticed him do that before, has he been eyeing my wife all these months?
After dinner we retired to the den and watched TV, the three of us hanging out like old friends. I sat next to my wife on the sofa while Alex stretched out in the leather armchair next to us with his feet propped up on the ottoman.
As we sat in silence watching one of Laura's crime dramas I couldn't help but stare at her, some thought was stirring in my head but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. At one point my wife must've noticed me out of the corner of her eye because she turned and looked at me, cocking her head as if to silently say "what?". I just nodded and chuckled. Alex kept watching the show, oblivious. I knew now what I was thinking but it was so crazy that it could never happen. Still, I felt my heartbeat pick up a little when it became clear in my head.
At around 9:40 pm I announced I needed to head to bed, I had to be up at 4:30 the next morning to make it in for my shift. Laura said she just wanted to see the end of her show.
"Me too, then I am headed home" announced Alex.
I climbed the stairs, brushed my teeth, crawled into bed and turned out my light. As I lay there waiting to fall asleep I thought about Alex and his physical dry spell. I felt truly bad for the guy, he'd had a rough year and he deserved better. Then I thought about him looking at my wife like that over dinner. It makes sense, the guy is horny, he didn't mean anything by it, he just couldn't help himself. I wasn't mad or anything, why wasn't I mad?
At around 10:15 I heard Laura come in the room and get ready for bed. She crawled in, topless and in my old boxers she liked to sleep in. I felt her warm breasts press against my arm as she leaned in to kiss me goodnight.
"Alex on his way home?"
"Yeah, the poor guy" she chuckled.
"Why do you say that?" As if there aren't a few possible reasons to have pity on the guy.
"Well we chatted a bit when the show was over, he asked me if I thought it would be creepy of him if he saw a hooker" Laura chuckled again.
"Oh he told you about that? Really!" I was caught off guard that he would have mentioned that to her. I guess we really have become quite comfortable around each other these last few months. I don't think Laura and I have ever had a friend quite this close to us since we were married. "What did you tell him?"
"I told him it wasn't creepy if he needed it, but it is a little sleazy. I think it's completely unnecessary for a guy like him to pay for it, he's quite capable of attracting suitable women on his own"
"Yeah I think so too, but I think maybe he's just not ready to get involved in anything. I think he just needs a good fuck without any strings"
