"Well good for her," I thought unfacetiously, observing the scene cast in half light before me, "Well done!"
That scene before me was my naked wife, Elaine, in a light sleeping embrace with Danny, my longtime friend, who was also naked. The scene was our upstairs guest room where Danny had been quartered as our guest for 3 days and nights. As the dawn was nearing, the dim light lit the scene well enough to see a bed destroyed by their love-making. "Well done!" I thought again to myself.
Not the reaction you expected from ol' Jim, Elaine's husband? Well, I'd have to agree--until it happened. Maybe that needs some explaining.
Elaine and I had been married 17 years. We began as a normal young couple, vigorous, vital, lusty, very sexual. Neither of us had any sexual complaints. Yet somehow, over the last 5 years or so, our sex life seemed to have disappeared as if it was an insignificant thing, passing into obscurity unnoticed.
How it happened was hard to pinpoint. On reflection, it was probably business and "busy-ness" on both our parts. We had drifted into a strange independent alternative sex arrangement of me jacking off privately if the urge hit, and Elaine having weekly 1-hour hot baths, which I suspected were really masturbation marathons. I guess we did it because sex had just become another item on our already too-full "to do" lists, and as with everything else on the lists, it was more efficient and economical of our precious time commodity to masturbate than to have sex with each other.
Bluntly, her list and my list took the positions of utmost importance for both of us, and our sexual time for ourselves, together, wasn't even on either my to-do list or hers. My priority and biggest time eater was my business. Hers was a part-time job, clubs, and organizations, then her childless aunt who developed Alzheimer's and needed a guardian and help with everything. Too many "irons in the fire," not enough time, and not enough energy led to a seeming lack of sex drive. It was if our sex life was starved into nonexistence.
When we did skip the self-service sex and had a few days to be together, we fucked, but it seemed to be perfunctory and lacking passion. I think we both felt it and recognized it, but we both seemed incapable of stopping or reversing the respective treadmills that we seemed to be stuck on, traveling away from each other, caught in our own figurative riptides and unable to break their hold.
Consequently, when I saw that Elaine had broken out of her routine and had become extremely passionate and sexual with Danny, I was surprised at how pleased I really was that she had regained an unbridled, primal passion--even if I was not the one it was focused on or enjoyed with. I was even more surprised that my cock was harder and more erect than it had been in years! I was tremendously aroused.
As I watched, Elaine stirred and soon reached beneath the sheet for Danny's cock. She pulled back the sheet, bent over to kiss and lick and tease it, causing it to harden rapidly. As he reached for her, she pushed him back and mounted him astride. What followed was a masterpiece of woman-on-top fucking. Everything you ever heard of or dreamed of, she did--and she did it masterfully.
She soon began cumming and he grabbed her hips as her large tits dangled in his face and then he thrust hard and fast up into her, cumming in full-body convulsions himself. I knew he had just cum inside her, probably not for the first time that night, but I was aroused beyond words or concerns--nor was I jealous. I was almost grateful.
As testimony to the power of his Elaine-induced orgasm, Danny was snoring lightly again not long after she dismounted him. She laid beside him a while, kissed his cheek lightly, then looked at the clock. As she began to get off the bed, I stepped into the room, naked. Elaine's eyes widened in panic, then looked down guiltily. "You saw?" she whispered in a scared rasp.
"Not all of it. Only the last time," I told her quietly.
"I came up to check on him, maybe to flirt, maybe to tease--maybe just to be noticed, and... well, we were both very horny, and we... we, uh... we fucked--several times. I'm sorry, I just got carried away. I swore I would never do anything like this," she sobbed. Then she whispered, "I've felt so lonely for such a long time!" and she began to cry quietly.
"Honey, do you know what I thought when I saw you two lying naked in the disheveled shambles of that bed?" I asked.
She looked up and shook her head. I told her, "I thought, 'Good girl! Good for you! Well done! You let your passion and the sexual woman inside you run free!' "
"What?! Really?! What now?" she asked in an intrigued whisper.
"Stay the night with him here. Wake him up for more if you want to. Enjoy yourself. We'll talk later," I said.
"Are you sure?" she asked, surprised.
"Yes. Get some sleep. You might get a few more rounds in before a late breakfast," I said, smiling. "We'll spend some time in bed having fun ourselves later, I promise," I told her.
Looking at my large erect cock, she exclaimed, "You're certainly aroused!" Then she chuckled. "Do you think you're going to be OK with sloppy seconds?"
"A bit more than 'seconds' I imagine," I laughed, teasing her.
"Well... yes... more like sloppy sixths, I believe, if my count is accurate. We both had a lot of sexual energy and tension to work off and Danny was a sex machine. But I gave as good as I got!" she chuckled again.
"If what I saw was any indication, you certainly did!" I assured her.
I was eating breakfast 3 hours later when Danny came in. I had heard him in the shower earlier, and I'd heard Elaine "sneaking" back to our bedroom not long before that. I guess the "sneaking" was for Danny's benefit, not mine because I knew where she was and what she'd been doing.
He said, "Morning," sleepily and went to the coffee pot.
"Looks like you didn't get much sleep...," I threw out there to see how he'd respond.
"Not much," he said, standing sort of rigidly at the sink, looking out the window, drinking coffee, not turning around, not offering any explanation.
