"Almost there," John said, barely containing the excitement in his voice as he told his wife Barb again how close they were. She smiled, excited as well, as they turned down the street to their new house.
After years of saving, they could afford a small starter home. The apartment complex they'd lived in prior had more closely resembled a retirement community; most of the people living there were twenty years older than the couple.
John backed the moving truck into the driveway and entered the new house to check it out. They decided to wait until their children, eighteen-year-old son Robert and his ten-year-old sister Donna, arrived before they unloaded anything.
What followed was the typical chaos involved in moving into a new place. The adults carried boxes and furniture while Donna acted as a director, telling everyone what room things went into.
About an hour into unloading the moving truck, one of their new neighbors stopped as she was walking by with her nine-year-old daughter, Tammy.
"Hi!" Stacy said, glancing inside the moving truck.
John and Barb both stopped unloading the truck to talk to the newcomer.
"Hello," Barb said, wiping the dust off her hand on her pants. The two women shook hands.
"I'm Stacy, and this is my daughter, Tammy."
"It's so nice to meet you," Barb replied. "I'm Barb, and my husband, John."
John waved at Stacy before turning around and picking up another box to carry into the house.
While John unloaded the moving truck, Barb took Stacy on a house tour. The tour ended in the kitchen, where the two women talked and drank beers. After a couple of hours, they became fast friends and acted like they had known each other for years.
"I hate to break up the party," John said, popping his head into the kitchen, "but I need some help if you want to have something to sleep on tonight."
Barb put down her beer on the counter and stretched. "Well, Stacy, I enjoyed meeting you and would like to sit and talk, but I am looking forward to sleeping in my bed tonight, so I should help John unload the truck. It has been a rough couple of days sleeping in the moving truck."
"Well, Stacy, I enjoyed meeting you and would like to sit and talk, but I am looking forward to sleeping in my bed tonight, so I should help John unload the truck. It has been a rough couple of days sleeping in the moving truck."
Stacy stood up and put her empty beer can in the trash. "How about I get my husband Tom to come over and help John finish moving the stuff off the truck? We could start putting the rooms together while the men lift."
Barb smiled. "That would be great. We can get everything unloaded and maybe have the bedrooms put together tonight!"
Stacy picked up the phone, called Tom, and told him to come over and meet the new neighbors. Tom arrived in a few minutes, and the two men worked on unloading furniture while Barb and Stacy put the beds together.
Tom arrived in a few minutes, and the two men worked on unloading furniture while Barb and Stacy put the beds together.
After unloading the bedroom boxes, the two men began taking boxes to the basement while Stacy and Barb started unpacking the boxes in the main bedroom.
"Well, what do we have here?" Stacy asked as she opened one of the boxes stacked against the wall. She held up a 10-inch dildo that was at least 2 1/2 inches around.
"That is just one of my little friends," Barb said, blushing as she walked over to take the box from Stacy. Stacy put the dildo back in the box and pulled out a ball gag and some restraints. She looked at Barb and raised an eyebrow.
"John sometimes ties me up," Barb said, turning a deeper shade of red. Stacy gave the box to Barb, and Barb put the box on a shelf at the top of the closet.
"Tom doesn't do any of that to me," Stacy said. "It's always the same thing. Tom wants a blow job to start, then jumps on top of me for an incredible three minutes before shooting his wad. After pulling out, he rolls over and falls asleep. I wish he were into more things."
Stacy moved to the next box but not to a new topic. "I love him to death, but he doesn't want to try anything new. I tried to get him to go down on me once, and he told me that was gross."
Barb was shocked. While she'd had boyfriends who had acted the same way, she had chalked it up to them being boys. "John always makes sure that I cum before he does and likes to try new things."
"Well, you are a lucky woman. I don't think I have ever come from Tom fucking me. I don't want to hurt his feelings, but after he finishes, I wait until he falls asleep before I bring myself off."
Uncomfortable with Stacy's apparent unhappiness, Barb changed the subject to her daughter and the school system. Stacy cheered up, and they spent the rest of the night putting things away and talking about the kids.
***
As John and Barb lay in bed that night, Barb rolled onto her side, facing her husband.
"I just want you to know that I realize how lucky I am to have a great husband who loves me very much and knows how to keep me happy."
John laughed. "What brought that up?"
"I was talking to Stacy, and she told me how unhappy she is with her marriage and how she felt that Tom did not appreciate her."
John rubbed his eyes. "Women," he sighed. Then he glanced over and saw that Barb didn't want to leave the conversation there. "You just met her; for all you know, it's as much her fault as Tom's. If you ask me, you should stay out of it."
To put it mildly, his words did not have the desired effect. He sighed again. "Babe, we're both exhausted. If you want to talk about this some more, I only ask that it wait until tomorrow." With that, he rolled over and fell asleep.
***
Stacy returned to John and Barb's house Saturday afternoon. She and Barb sat in the kitchen, drinking beer and talking while John escaped to the den and started working on some documents due on Monday. After a couple of hours, he returned to the kitchen to get something to drink.
Barb and Stacy had been whispering until John had entered the room.
"How are things going?" he asked, his mind on the presentations he was working on.
"Things are going fine," Barb replied, glancing at Stacy. The two women were smiling at some shared joke to which he was not privy.
"That's cool," he commented, noticing the exchange but not caring what the two were cooking up.
"Hey, would you mind watching the kids while Stacy and I go to the bar?"
John grinned at his wife. "I don't see why not. Robert's eighteen and should be able to take care of himself. Since I can't go anywhere until the presentation is finished anyway, one of us should get out and have some fun."
"You're amazing, babe!" The two women jumped up from the table and grabbed their purses, but Barb did spare a moment to give John a quick kiss. In record time, the two housewives were walking out the front door.
"See you after a while," Barb yelled over her shoulder at John as she left.
"Hey, if you have too much to drink--" John started to say before she cut him off.
"Yeah, yeah. I will call you so you can pick us up. I can handle it, Dad."
With that comment, she shut the door. John watched Stacy back her car out of the drive and then drive down the suburban street like a woman on a mission.
After checking on the kids, he smiled and returned to the den to work.
***
A few hours had gone by before John had even realized it. He quickly glanced at the clock and realized it was past Donna's bedtime. He walked through the house until he found the kids in the living room. Donna was asleep on the loveseat next to Robert, who was watching a movie.
"She fell asleep during the movie," Robert said, "and I didn't want to wake her up until it was over." The older boy yawned in spite of himself.
"I think you need to go to bed, too," John told his son while picking Donna up.
After getting Donna cleaned up and into her bed, John checked the clock again. It was after 10 p.m., so he decided to call Barb.
"Hey, how are things going?" John asked his wife when she answered the phone.
"Other than Stacy being a mess?"
"That bad?"
"Yeah, she has complained about Tom almost non-stop."
"Are you still at the bar on Broadway?"
"No, we left there. Stacy wanted to go to another bar on the other side of town. The atmosphere isn't bad, and they have billiards! So far, it reminds me of Jake's."
Jake's was a little pub near their old home where John and Barb often went on date nights.
"Hey,"
Barb said,
"you know that if you get done working, you could come up here and have fun."
"I will if I get this damn thing finished," John promised.
"Well, don't let me keep you,"
Barb said. He could hear some people calling her in the background. "
Sorry, got to go. It's my turn!
" She hung up quickly. John smiled, imagining Barb playing pool as she made new friends.
An hour passed before John felt the presentation was finished. He had just shut down his computer when his phone rang.
"Hey,"
Barb said, sounding a little hurt, "
I thought you were going to come up here."
"Sorry, babe. I just finished and was on my way to the car."
"Well, hurry up!"
"I am on my way," John assured Barb as he hung up the phone. He went to Robert's room and knocked on the door.
