Honeywildcat and I had so much fun with the first story we wrote together, we decided to do it again. Literotica really needs to start a category for multiple writers. It's really easy to co-write with someone as talented as she is. Send us some feedback and let us know if you enjoy it.
Sarah was in her back yard. Even though it was just starting to get dark, she was weeding her flowers. Actually she was ticked off.
She had tried to entice her husband into an amorous evening and had been rejected. She had put on a very skimpy nightie, sat in front of him rubbing lotion into her skin, and had given him a back rub. Well, his reaction was to turn on the TV after she had kissed him and proceed to ignore she was even there. He didn't even thank her for the back rub.
Sarah was finally tired of trying. Was it too much to ask to be wanted? Realistically, she knew that after twelve years of marriage, their sex life would slow down, but to go without for six months was just plain ridiculous. She was lost in thought as she attacked the weeds in her flower bed, imagining that with each one she pulled, she'd have some miraculous stroke of genius to banish her problems.
All right, O.K., she didn't look like a model, but she was still nice to look at. And she was willing to please her husband anyway he wanted. She kept trying to send him the message that she wanted him, but it was no good. They hadn't had sex in six months.
"Remind me not to piss you off." Sarah jumped, she was so intent on her problems she hadn't realized anyone else was around. "Those weeds don't stand a chance."
She smiled, in spite of herself. "Hi, David, I didn't know you were there." She liked her neighbor, even though he was much older than her, she found him attractive. He had always treated her nice.
"Oh, it's nothing."
"Bullshit." Sara just looked at him in shock. "If you're out here and mad as hell, and he's in there, then you have to be made as hell at him."
She chuckled, "How do you know that?"
David smiled, "Been there, done that. So what's up?
She was still reluctant to say anything. Shrugging her shoulders, she wondered if David and his wife had gone through the same thing at some point in their marriage. She was still hesitant to mention something that personal to him though. Sarah thought she would seem like some sex starved woman, so she just said, "We just don't see eye to eye on certain personal aspects of our marriage lately."
David's voice sounded understanding, "I know what you mean. It happens to the best of us."
Sarah sighed, "Yeah, I know. I just wish it didn't."
"Are we still on for tomorrow night?" Sara nodded her head. "Um, it's getting a little dark to see that and I didn't hear your brain rattle a yes or a no, so I guess you are just going to have to say something."
She started laughing, "Yes dinner tomorrow is still on for the four of us." She heard his laugh and somehow felt better.
Sarah was really looking forward to David and his wife's arrival. Over the past few months, they had really become great friends. As she set out all of the salad ingredients for supper, she ran through her mental checklist. Steak and chicken were ready to go on the grill, potatoes were done, table on the deck set and ready, wine and glasses were set out, so now all she needed to do was finish the salad.
As she chopped the vegetables, she thought about David and their impromptu conversation last night. Even without coming right out and telling him what was going on, he seemed to understand. Sarah also felt a little guilty for wishing that she was just having dinner with David tonight. She liked David's wife well enough, but for some reason she'd always been more comfortable with David.
Glancing at the clock, she realized they'd be there any moment. She walked into the family room and found her husband watching T.V. like usual. Lightly she touched his arm, "Can you start the grill? They should be here soon."
Sarah listened with half an ear as Jared grumbled about having to grill the food. She rolled her eyes and went to the front door as she heard the door bell chime. She greeted them with a ready smile at the door.
She ushered them in the house, giving David's wife a brief hug as she passed. When David stepped up, she held her breath as he bent down to kiss her cheek. He cupped her arm and Sarah could have sworn she felt his fingers brush against the side of her breast. She felt the heat that blossomed across her face and willed her reaction to his nearness to go away.
She took a step back away from David, "Would you all like a glass of wine or a beer?"
Carol, David's wife said, "Wine, please. Where's Jared?"
"Manning the grill, go on out. I'll bring the drinks and salad out shortly."
Sarah was opening the wine when she felt someone watching her, so she glanced over her shoulder. David was leaning against the door frame, smiling. He asked, "Can I help?"
"Sure. Grab the drinks, if you don't mind."
As David was doing so, he asked, "Did things get better last night?"
Sarah sighed, "No."
David lowered his voice, "You want to talk about it?"
When Sarah looked up, David was only a few inches away. Her gaze landed on his lips and she couldn't help but wonder how his lips would feel against hers; soft and gentle, or hard and demanding?
Sarah licked her lips involuntarily. She wanted to ask his advice but how? She was saved from her indecision when Jared called out, "It's ready!"
