I work for a national hardware chain. During the recent economic downturn I had to accept a transfer to a small interstate branch. My wife and I have no children and our relationship was in the doldrums so it was easy for her to decide to stay in Sydney. We agreed to a trial separation for six months, at the end of which she could buy out my share of the house.
I packed the car early on a Friday morning, aiming to be in a motel at Gundagai by dinner time. After that I had no definite itinerary; my new home was only 600km further to the south west. It was a long weekend so I didn't have to report to work until Tuesday morning.
About ten thirty I had all the essentials loaded into the car. I went back into our bedroom and sat on the bed. I ran through my mental checklist one more time. It had been many weeks since my wife and I had screwed. Being a faithful husband I had gotten into the habit of pleasuring myself so I decided to leave a farewell stain on the precious bedspread. I stretched out on the bed as I unzipped my shorts. I started rubbing my penis through my underwear. I felt that familiar lump as my cock started to grow.
As usual my wife was at work so I was very surprised to hear the front door open and close. I looked out the window and saw only my own car. I sat on the edge of the bed, listening. After a few moments I heard the sound of footsteps on the kitchen tiles. I reached for the large torch I kept under the bed and stood up.
As I crept out of the bedroom I heard the rear screen door slide open. I paused before walking into the hall. I could hear the sound of familiar voices across the patio. I replied and dropped the torch. I quickly walked through the house and greeted our neighbours, Bill and Sally, walking back into the kitchen.
I reached into the refrigerator and took out two beers. I placed them on the breakfast bar. Bill grabbed his beer and sat at the kitchen table. His wife sat on a stool at the bar. They asked me if I was going to have one. I replied in the negative due to my imminent departure. I grabbed a soda water and sat on a stool next to Sally. I leaned back and thought of all the beers we had shared. The three of us had created some legendary hangovers in this kitchen.
Over the years my wife and I had gotten to know Bill and Sally quite well. They were regulars at our pool parties and had watched most of the major sports telecasts with us. My wife is a non-drinker so whenever we started getting loud she left us to it, knowing that she could trust me not to make a fool of myself. They were a devoted couple and good friends so I never thought of them in a sexual way.
I leaned back and watched Bill. He was a decade older than me, heavier but slightly shorter. He kicked off his shoes as he opened his can. He was wearing a white t-shirt that made his arms seem more muscular than usual.
We talked about the good old days. They told me how much they would miss my companionship. I told them that I would keep in touch, but I knew I wouldn't. They were on their third beers when Sally started to reminisce about the summer pool parties. I mentioned how much I liked the bikinis that she used to wear.
Bill startled me when he said that he had wanted us to skinny dip. He told me that he wondered what my wife looked like under her one piece. I confessed that I had often thought about hosting clothing free parties but knew my wife would have vetoed them.
