Just a quick fun story. I hope you like it.
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Last month I, Tim, was out drinking with my two best friends, Kyle and John. It is our monthly meetup that usually involves us drinking too much. Usually around drink 7 we start talking about our wives. Tonight it's complaints but it isn't always that. I complain that my wife works too hard and its starting to take a toll on our love life. My wife and I are both in our early thirties and have no kids, I feel like our sex life should be thriving. That said we have been married almost 10 years and the mystery of sexual exploration seems pretty well charted at this point.
Kyle and his wife are only 6 months in, so small differences are still a big deal to them. Kyle starts complaining about having to do dishes all the time and all the other shitty chores. John and I crack up, as we well know that is just part of the gig. Kyle kept talking about when he lived with my buddies it was way easier. "But you weren't getting laid as much I bet." John added. They were still in their honeymoon phase which had them at it about three or four times a week. Lucky bastard.
And then we got to John. John came out of left field saying he thinks he is asexual. Kyle and I both unclear what that means and ask him to explain. He begins with, "I have a very low sex drive and i can pretty much get all I need from looking at porn once a month." He keeps explaining for awhile but this pretty much covers it. My first thought was about his wife.
"Does Jane know yet? Are you meeting her needs?" I asked this because at age 30 he married a 22 year old. That was only 3 years ago. There is no way that she has a decreased libido and I was feeling bad for her. Actually, her libido has probably increased. And, if I am honest I have always been attracted to her but pushed down those feelings. This time I let my mind began to wonder to that day we all went to the river and Jane, his wife forgot her swim suit. So she swam in her lacy thong underwear and thin lace bra. I was living in that memory for a couple minutes before I was brought back to reality by Kyle hitting my arm.
"Oh, are you meeting her needs?" I say again.
"No Tim," he said laughing at me a little. "Like I just said, she wants sex at least once a week. I can't keep up. With work keeping me as busy as it does, our crossfit team, and volunteering, I feel exhausted all the time."
Kyle adds, "It sounds like your stressed and that's why you think you are asexual. But I don't know man..."
We talk for a while longer and try to figure out a game plan so he can start to want to have sex again. He says he is willing to try again but it also seems like he has already decided. He said it's been 2 months since he has had sex. At this point we are walking back towards their houses. Kyle and John live in the same neighborhood so our last bar is usually near their house so we can walk back. I have to call one of those phone app cars to make it back home safe. If it's too expensive, sometimes they offer for me to crash at one of their houses.
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Today I met up with Kyle and John after work again at our usual starting point, the local brewery. Kyle couldn't stay long tonight because he had to meet up with his brother for some project they were working on. So we got right down to it and I started interrogating John. "Not much to report" he said and gave a bunch of reasons why our plans didn't work. We convinced him though that he should try another couple weeks before fully giving in to this asexual identity. It's a fine line being supportive to a friend that could be "coming out" and trying to help a friend find a reason for their predicament. We did our best to walk that line.
Anyway, After Kyle took off John and I went pretty hard I got trashed by 10pm. Pretty sad I know. I have a higher tolerance than him so i helped him home. I sent a text to my wife that I would crash at Chris' house and then passed out on the couch.
Around 1:00am, I heard Jane get home from her shift. I am a light sleeper so I listened to her walk around a bit, she even came into the living room for a second and I pretended to be asleep. I didn't say anything cause I didn't want to freak her out. It wasn't the first time I had ended up on their couch after we went out drinking. So I figured she would see me sleeping when she came in the living room. Their "house" is basically an apartment with the kitchen and living room on one end and the bedroom and bathroom on the other side. It's shaped like a U with a patio in-between the living room and bedroom.
At this point there was no way I could sleep and I was thinking about grabbing an Uber home. So, I got up to get a drink of water and went back to my couch spot to try and sober up. Feeling a little dizzy so I laid back down and looked up how much the ride home will cost me. I then heard the bathroom door open and I got nervous so I covered back up. As I lay there Jane emerges from the bathroom humming in her two towels, one for her head and one for her body. She walks right past the couch where I lay in the dark and goes for the kitchen. She starts washing some dishes or something and drinks some water.
Then my dreams literally came true. She dropped her towels and hung them over a stool. Standing there completely naked she was more beautiful than I remembered. She is a blonde with green eyes and short straight hair. Think a crossfit version of Elisha Cuthbert but stronger and a little bit bigger ass. Maybe a C cup? I am bad at these things. Either way, she is super fit but not overly muscular either. She goes to crossfit 3 times a week and a trail run on the weekend. The best part is that she is constantly wearing clothes that show off her figure. Not in a over-exposure kind of way but in a well chosen outfit that fits her perfectly kind of way. Not to mention that she is a EMT who can also cook great food, makes her a 10 in my book.
From the kitchen she grabs the remote and turns on the TV in the room I am in. I squint my eyes in case she sees me but she doesn't! The couch is off to the side of the TV because they usually watch from their lazy-boys. After she doesn't cover herself up I figure the brightness of the TV must be blinding me from view. That is when I realize I have my phone in hand and start taking pictures and video of her. It was only a min before she grabs the towels and leaves the room. A minute of visual bliss.
Needless to say I was kinda freaking out. I wasn't sure if I should stay so she could find me later or leave and she would most definitely hear me leave from their room. I decided to stay, it seemed like the chance of a life time to witness Jane in, hopefully, more exposing moments. Finding this resolve just in time to hear her coming back.
Jane walks in wearing a black tank top and matching underwear. Then she stops suddenly and I immediately close my eyes and again pretend to be asleep. She turns towards the kitchen, pours herself a glass of wine and sits on her lazyboy pulling a blanket over her. She turns on a recorded episode of The Bachelor. It wasn't long before I started dozing. I hate that show. I was still at little drunk and definitely tired and it didn't help that the show is terrible and boring.
Not sure how long later, I started to hear a squeaking. I open my eyes and Jane is in her chair (about 6 feet away from me) full on masturbating to porn on TV. Still unsure what to do and wanting to remember this for the rest of my life I pull out my cell phone again and start recording. She is watching a little but keeps her eyes closed for while using her hands to pleasure herself. She has her feet pulled up and her legs spread to the arm rests. Then she bucks her hips a little and turns a little to the side. Nope, I was wrong. She is rubbing a small vibrating dildo on her clit, moving it up and down her slit. Then she started alternating between that and fucking herself with it. It wasn't long before he had her shirt pulled up, one tit exposed, and her nipple between her fingers. Her moans are soft and breathy. No words, just the raw pure feminine.
It isn't long before I can see her orgasm under her own fine handy work. Afterwards she continues to play with herself and turns the TV back to finishing her episode of The Bachelor. It was clear she was still sexually unsatisfied, physically acting restless. She didn't cum that hard and she yearned for a harder cum. While sighing in dissatisfaction, she had covered back up with a blanket and put the vibrator aside. I was wide awake at this point but still stayed as motionless as possible.
It was only about a minute later that John came out from the room to say hi to his wife. I wondered in that moment and still do today if he knows she masturbates to porn. Anyway, they were talking in a whispering tone about their days for a minute but Jane's voice kept getting louder and John would quiet her. Finally she got frustrated.
"John stop making me whisper, our walls aren't that thin. Our neighbors can't hear us talk."
"Jane, shuush. I just don't want to wake up Tim on the couch. Frankly I'm surprised he didn't already. He said..." And I slam my eyes shut and try to sound completely asleep. You know, steady breathing, still, and every once in awhile change positions slightly.
She interrupts quietly, "What the fuck! Tim is on the couch?" She hit John on the shoulder hard. "Why didn't you tell me? I'm not fully dressed. And... I was watching tv right next to him. You think he woke up?"
"Oh, no. We were pretty drunk and if he woke up he would be talking to us right now."
"Are you talking about me?" I said pretending to wake up. Giving a good smirk to both of them but especially Jane.
John clearly also still a little drunk added, "Why are you such a light sleeper? I swear, a pin drops and this guy wakes up. And clearly you were having pleasant dreams." I look down and see a clear outline of my semi hard dick.
"Its a curse really, the light sleeping..." I said
