My friend Malcolm and I shared a passion for classic cars and he had tracked down a 'Barn Find', a 1950s Ford, in a farm the other side of the country that he wanted to restore. His only worry was that it needed to be bought home on a trailer but as his car wasn't up to the job of pulling it he asked me if he could borrow my more powerful pick-up truck and go get it.
When he said where he was going and that it would entail overnight stops I said that, "No worries, sure you can use my truck but I'm coming too, sounds like it could be a fun trip."
He had no problem with that idea and said that he would book an overnight motel stop on the way up and another coming back. I made a joke out of saying, "Two beds, right?" He laughed and said he didn't have the slightest interest in sleeping with me but, "No worries, I'll make the booking."
During that week my wife Anya, who was sweet on Malcolm, heard where we were going and decided she wanted to go too, ".. to keep us out of trouble," she said.
"No worries," we both said (our automatic response to anything that was suggested) and the plan was slightly adjusted to make room for her and we set off in my truck and everything went just fine.
We had a great trip through some great countryside and arrived at the motel in the evening. There had been no suggestion made of changing the booking for separate rooms, we were good enough friends not to worry about such things as privacy.
The motel was out of town but there was a pub with food across the street so we enjoyed a decent dinner and drinks. I had done all the driving to get there which had been a bit of a strain and without giving it too much thought I had several drinks which coupled with my 'driving fatigue' meant I was dog-tired when we eventually staggered our way back across the street to our motel room.
Once there, Malcolm pulled a bottle of vodka from his bag and offered to share a nightcap. Anya accepted the offer, I declined (I don't like Vodka) and as he poured out the drinks for Anya and himself I stretched myself out on our bed.
They saw that I had little interest in joining the party so, being considerate, they turned off all but one light and engaged in conversation while I began to doze. I tried to keep up with the chat but it was becoming too much effort and I finally stripped off and climbed beneath the covers still trying to take part in the conversation but not able to fight my closing eyelids.
I don't know for how long I had drifted off but I was awoken as Anya emerged from the bathroom wearing her nightie. Malcolm then went in and I heard him shower as Anya sat on our bed, finishing her last drink. I closed my eyes again but, tired as I was, sleep didn't follow.
Malcolm returned and slipped into his bed and Anya flicked off the last light and now it was only the motel sign outside lending a soft glow through the curtains. Anya and him continued talking very quietly over the short space between the beds. I made a move to get more comfortable which caused Malcolm to call over to me. I didn't answer and he assumed that I was indeed asleep and returned to his quiet talking with my wife.
But, no, I wasn't asleep, I was listening more intently to the quiet talking which had taken on a flirtatious tone. No, I was acutely awake in the darkness listening to Malcolm talking about missing his wife who had left the marriage long ago. He said that since she'd gone that he just never had the will or confidence to go looking or dating and, besides, he was too old for that scene now.
He sounded a little pathetic to my mind but Anya, who always had a soft spot for a sob-story, became very complimentary towards him, telling him he was a great looking guy and that he needed to 'get out there' and find a nice woman, that everyone needs to do what comes naturally between a man and a woman. He chuckled that it was a nice thought but that it had been so long now that he had a woman around that the desire had worn off for him and he just went without these days.
Well, as the mention of sex (no matter how oblique) was made I began to have stirrings as this conversation went on. Hearing Anya talking like this to another guy in the darkness seemed to charge the atmosphere with the hint of sex and soon I had an erection wondering what was going to happen.
Anya loves having sex with me, she loves that I have, in her words, 'a good cock' and she know how to please me. I know how to please her and I am not one of those guys who might be looking for a 'bull' for their wives, however, I have to admit that I have often wondered in the past whether she might ...
Anya sort of teased Malcolm that maybe he had nothing to offer a sexy woman. They were now almost whispering so I twisted on to my back so I could hear better started and faked a snore and opened one eye carefully to check that Anya couldn't see my face. She momentary glanced my way but they just murmured on.
Malcolm also leaned to one side to look my way and I gave another soft snore to convince him I was still asleep and he went on to say to Anya that he had lots to offer a woman ... and he was very able to use it too.
"Really," she said softly, teasing, "that's what YOU say."
