Brian and Marta split up just after their daughter went to school. It was sad, of course. Divorce is just about the most awful thing any family has to deal with but like every black cloud it came with a silver lining. We, my husband Charlie and I, really didn't like Marta much. How could you not like Brian though? He was just an adorable happy little guy. He seemed to just enjoy everything and my Charlie, being one of those glass half empty sorts, needed someone like Brian. We kept him in the divorce, or he kept us I guess. He and Charlie bonded over beers and golf and all those sorts of things guys do. By the time winter rolled around and the snow fell and the streets froze they were inseparable. Charlie was like one of those teenage girls with a BFF.
The storm hit the weekend between Christmas and New Years. If you are going to have a storm shut down the city, it was the best time of year for it. No one was really working anyway and there was tons of football on television. We braved the frozen streets once to slip off to the warehouse store where we loaded up on beer and chips and meat and everything else we thought we might need. We filled the back of my van until Charlie couldn't see to back out. We headed home to lock our little family in and spend the weekend trying to stay warm.
Charlie's mom called before we even got home. We were supposed to drive up to Colorado Springs to pick up the ten year old. She had taken him home Christmas afternoon for a couple of days. She had made one of her grandmother decisions. The governor had said we were supposed to stay off the roads. She did not think getting him home to spend the weekend with his video games could be classified as an emergency and had simply gone online and ordered a PlayStation for her house. Amazon had just delivered it and she was keeping our son.
Charlie made an unexpected turn that caused my little van to shudder and slip a little. I asked him where we were going and he smiled at me. I knew then exactly what he was planning.
The dispensary was packed and the cupboards were bare. We ended up with some edible gummy candies and a quarter ounce of something called trainwreck. We drove home giggling despite not having opened either little sealed plastic envelope.
I was in the tub enjoying the hot water and bubbles, slowly feeling the high creep over me. He was in the kitchen putting away the supplies and putting a beef brisket into the oven. I heard his phone chirping from time to time but didn't think much of it.
No. That's a lie. There is no reason to lie here. I only mentioned his phone chirping because each time it did, an insidious little thought crept into my head. It was the type of thought I only have when I am stoned. Since they had legalized it, Charlie and I had only partaken of the stinky weed a couple of times. When they had campaigned for it, they had listed all sorts of things marijuana was good for. From my point of view, there was just one. Charlie and I used it as a marital aide. In the 18 years we had been married we had gotten high less than a dozen times but each of them ended the same way, Charlie and I naked for hours, humping, sucking, kissing, toying, and coming until we fell asleep grinning from ear to ear.
Stoned, warm, wet, and horny I listened to his phone chirping and each time hoped for something almost impossible to admit, even to myself.
With my eyes closed and my hand nestled between my parted thighs my finger moved in little circles as I imagined my husband offering to share me with his friend.
"You didn't drown in here, did you?" His voice was deep and quiet and far away.
"Mmm... not yet." I answered. I didn't know how long I had been in the tub but I had added more hot water a couple of times and the bubbles were gone. My hand was still in the same place. I hadn't let myself orgasm, I just kept myself posed right on the edge as fantasies, little dirty images, flashed through my mind's eye. "Who were you texting?" I asked him. I heard my voice as if someone else had been speaking. It was slow and quiet and lusty.
"Your son."
"Benji wants to come home?" I asked dejectedly. My hand slipped out of the water and was cold and wrinkly.
"Not Benji, the older one."
Fuck, that was even worse. Our 18 year old was supposed to be home for the weekend. He was at CSU as a freshman. He had been home for Christmas but had gone back to campus for a couple of days. He said he had work to do but we were sure it was probably more about some blond co-ed.
"He should not be driving today." I said, disgusted with my own selfishness. Still, even if my motivation was selfish, it was the right thing for him to stay on campus.
"That's what I told him. He was pouty. He was bringing someone for us to meet. I told him next weekend would do."
"The one from Instagram?"
"No clue."
"So... he isn't coming? Or he is?"
"Isn't"
"Oh good."
"Why is that good?"
"Isn't it good?" My fuzzy head suddenly wondered if he had different ideas than I was having."
"No, it's good. I was just a little curious. You seemed to be... enjoying your bath? I was wondering what you were thinking about for this weekend."
"I was thinking about those gummies." I admitted.
"And?"
"And your big fat cock!" I said as sultry as I could manage.
"And?"
"And sucking it."
"And?" I couldn't help but wonder if he was daring me. He was puttering around my bathroom sink. It was weird and curious and too much to try to figure out at that particular moment.
"And you licking me?"
"Licking you where?"
"Licking my pussy." I said, the emphasis on pussy. It felt so dirty. He turned from my sink and kneeled beside the tub. "Oh god yes!" I muttered when he placed his hand in the water on my pussy. His fingers knew me so well. He went straight for my clit. I had been diplomatic about it, trying not to touch it too directly. He went straight at it and it felt like an electric shock as a short sharp orgasm hit me.
"And?"
"You fucking me?"
