Jennie Marie Jenkins almost seemed to have a long-distance relationship with her husband. Things had not always been that way, but they had become addicted to their cell phones. They both spent time away from each other for long times because of their work. They could communicate easily through text messaging.
She had married a man who was quite a bit older than herself. She was about twenty five and he was almost fifty at the time. Things were pretty good for a while. They had been pretty inexperienced when they married. Her husband, Joe was a bit of an introvert and geek who buried himself in his work.
Joe was a good provider. He made good money as a professor at the local college. He also made a good deal of money on the side as a motivational speaker. Jenny did not care for his time away from home, but it was a trade-off. Less time together, but more income for things they both enjoyed.
As Joe got older, it became more and more difficult for him to get aroused. Jenny didn't care for sex that much, but took it as a personal affront that he was not that interested. She felt a little guilty that it was getting difficult for him to get aroused. She tried hard to be accommodating to him. If he wanted her to dress a little sexier, she was a little reluctant, but would try to accommodate him if it wasn't too outrageous. Lately, it was getting a little more outrageous. Whatever he asked for generally got him going for several months.
My wife's best friend moved to San Francisco a few years ago and met some guy. They have been dating for a while and they recently came to visit for a weekend.
Both my wife and I are 24 and my wife's best friend Laura is 23 and her boyfriend is 22.
They came to our house the Friday night after they arrived. We were all sitting around in the living room talking by the fire and drinking wine when the topic of sex came up.
We quickly learned that for some strange reason Laura's boyfriend wasn't ready to have sex with her and that the situation frustrated Laura. She mentioned that she was forced to satisfy herself whenever she got "in the mood."
This is a story that happened about four or five years ago. My life has changed since the time of this story, but it came up in conversation with some friends and they insisted that I write it down. While I have to change one or two of the details so that I don't get caught, the story is essentially true. The woman in question is a real person is hard as that might be to believe.
I was at kind of a low point socially. I had been through an emotionally and finically devastating divorce, and was having trouble getting going again with the opposite sex. My ex-wife, Robin was a beautiful, fiery redhead that I had been totally in love with. Robin had wonderful freckles, a great body with large breasts, and a bright red pussy. I was convinced that she was my sole mate until the day she ran off with my best friend, and most of my possessions. It had been a year, and I was ready to move on.
I didn't think it was possible, but Mark had been a very naughty boy. Again. It wasn't enough that I had punished him once... or twice... it just seemed that he could never get enough of it. Maybe he was just lonely and thought that any attention he could get would be worth it. So I would be more than happy to oblige him.
I heard the knock on my apartment door at exactly the moment I told him to arrive. When I didn't answer, I knew he would use his key and let himself in, thinking he would be surprising me. Little did he know!
My wife and I joined a couple for a night of drinking and cards. My wife is in her late 20s, about 5'3" and 125 pounds of exquisite flesh. She has large tits with nipples that can stick out about a quarter inch. We went to visit Carl and Kathy, who are very close. Kathy is only 23 and is short and slight. She has a blond pixie haircut and her small titties compliment her 100 pound frame.
We sat down to play a game of spades with Kathy being my partner. The rule was, whoever lost a hand, that team had to do a shot of Tequila. It didn't take long before everyone was feeling good and a bit warm. The girls started to object the continuation of shots, so we suggested that a piece of clothing could be discarded as substitute. Everyone agreed and I have to admit, I didn't mind losing that often because as I did... so did Kathy.