I used to make fun of guys like me.
It was easy. I was young and had no real experience with life. The idea of "never say never" was foreign to me. From my point of view everything was very cut and dried. No deviation from the plan. Even when, just after we were married, my wife suggested we see Y Tu Mamá También I was hesitant. I had to watch a move with subtitles?
Not having the benefit of the internet at the time I had no idea what this movie was about. To me it was just a foreign film that I had to sit through. Marie really wanted to go so I figured I could deal with a few hours of boredom. It wasn't my type of movie and I was pretty sure it was going to be entirely forgetful.
Was I ever wrong!
If you have never heard of Y Tu Mamá También I suggest you see it. It's actually very good. Without giving anything away it was basically about a short lived love triangle between a woman and two younger men and takes place in Mexico. I enjoyed the movie much more than I thought I would. Since it was a foreign film I was of course hoping to see nudity. I did mention that this was before I had access to the internet.
The beautiful scenery combined with the increasing sexual tension between all three had me transfixed. I was still hoping for the nudity but I was really into the story. Eventually I got my wish. One night after a lot of drinking and dancing they ended up in a hotel room together.
I had always been a fan of the movie Summer Lovers starring Daryl Hannah which was about a three way relationship between a man and two women. My simple brain wasn't sure how to deal with what I was seeing on the screen before me. Still hoping for maybe a nice shot of her tits I kept watching.
And then the two guys kissed.
I was shocked. My wife was shocked. She actually let out a very audible gasp. I felt uncomfortable and wanted to look away but I couldn't. This wasn't right. Sex was supposed to be between a man and a woman or between a man and two women at the same time if you were very lucky. That was how God intended it.
I can't even remember the rest of the movie. After it was over Marie and I walked quietly to the car. Normally we liked to talk about movies afterwards and get each other's take on it. There was nothing but silence. We got into the car and just sat there. After a few minutes I started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. We were half way home when she asked me to pull on to a secluded side street. I wondered at the time why she just couldn't wait until we got home. We could talk about what was on her mind then.
I pulled over, turned off the car and my wife attacked me.
I'm not talking "attacked me" as in she was a bit aggressive. She was all over me. Marie was ripping off her clothes at same time as trying to mount me in the driver's seat. Thankfully it was summer so there wasn't much to take off but she did hit the horn on the steering wheel a few times with her ass trying to get my shorts off.
I could feel her hot breath on my neck as she desperately tried to guide me into her. She maneuvered herself so that she could impale herself on me and my cock felt like it was melting inside her. She was so incredibly wet and I was drenched in seconds. My head was spinning. We had fucked so many times before but it was never like this.
Marie worked her hand in between us and I could feel her move against the base of my cock as she fingered her clit. I was already feeling the pressure building in my balls when she let out a low guttural moan that seemed to come from deep within her. Her entire body tensed up as her orgasm took over. I had no chance now of lasting any longer and unloaded inside her.
I could feel the contractions from her orgasm through my cock as if she were milking me.
Even when the spasms subsided within her I could still feel her trembling as I held her close. The car windows were beginning to steam up and the smell of sex permeated the air.
That had to be the fastest and most incredible fuck we have ever had.
I pushed Marie back a bit so that I could see her face. Against the soft moon light coming in through the window I saw that she still had a wild look on her face. Her hair was tousled and it seemed that she couldn't focus on me. It was almost as if she was still coming down from her orgasmic high.
"What the fuck was that all about?" was all I could manage to ask.
My voice seemed to startle her.
"What?" Marie asked. Her breathing was more even now.
"I absolutely loved it but I have no idea what just happened." And I honestly didn't.
"I...I guess I don't really know," she stammered as she climbed off my lap and sat in her seat, "It just felt right".
It was more of a question than anything else. For some reason Marie couldn't look me in the eye. She actually looked embarrassed.
I just smiled and started the car. I pictured us in our favourite restaurant and seeing that wild look on her face I saw earlier. Worst case scenario we get arrested. At the very least we get banned.
We didn't talk about it when we got home. In fact we didn't talk about for a long time. Things returned to normal and our sex life continued on as it had before. I also stopped being concerned about Marie attacking me in public. The memory of that night stayed with me though and was occasionally the motivation for my many extended jerk off sessions.
Fast forward about 4 years. We decided to spend the money and brought the wonderful and exciting world of the internet into our lives. Up until this point Marie and I would buy Penthouse Letters and read them together. We enjoyed the stories immensely and would talk about some of our favourite scenarios to spice things up a bit. It was safe and mostly pretty standard stuff.
The internet change all this very quickly.
What I had access to was very new to me. Up to that point porn could only be purchased in seedy little stores in seedy little strip malls and, being from a relatively small town, I wasn't going to take a chance of being seen going into one. Besides, Marie wasn't really interested in porn instead preferring to read stories. So I didn't push it
For good or bad the internet gave me an entirely new collection of material to use to enhance my solo sessions. Marie would occasionally work night shifts and was well aware of the fact that I enjoyed taking things into my own hands. I needed to do it and she was ok with it. I'm pretty sure that the Vatican would be disappointed in me but it was guilt free self-abuse and life was good.
Things would have continued on this way too if it hadn't been for Jack.
I think that everyone has a "Jack" in their life. Someone that doesn't seem to have that filter that keeps them from saying whatever is on their mind no matter what the situation. Don't get me wrong...Jack is a great guy and one of my best friends. We have known each other forever and I can honestly say that I would trust him with my life. He just can't help it. A more open and honest person you will never find.
We shared a house with a few others back in university and he was never shy about walking around in the nude or announcing to no one in particular that he was heading off to bed to "choke the chicken". Jack was completely comfortable with himself and there was no pretense about him. I guess we in turn became comfortable with the way he was. There was never any attraction on my part; it wouldn't even have been on my radar instead it was more of an appreciation of how cool it must be to be Jack.
We kept in touch as much as we could after we graduated and lived within a drive-able distance to each other so it was possible to get together from time to time. I got married a few years before he did and luckily the four of us got along well. Looking back on it now anyone who would marry him would have to be a pretty laid back and understanding person. Suzanne definitely was that person. Our favourite saying when we did get together was that he was just "being Jack".
The weekend that changed my life forever started out innocently enough. As had happened a few times before Marie arranged a girl's weekend away with her friends and Suzanne was a part of that group. Typically what would then happen is Jack would come to visit for the weekend and he and I would hang out. We had just installed a hot tub so I figured we could try it out. Jack seemed particularly happy to hear about our new purchase when I told him. Hindsight is 20/20 but at the time I just thought he really liked hot tubs.
Jack and I went out to get some pizza shortly after the girls left and headed back to my house to relax. I was planning on putting on the TV and seeing if there was a movie we could watch but Jack kept eyeing the hot tub through our back window.
"Is the tub good to go in now?" he asked, "like...is it ready?"
"Sure, " I answered, "I check the levels every day."
He quickly got up and went out the back door on to our patio. Jack stood in front the hot tub and looked at it for a long minute. Almost as if he was taking in its beauty. I was watching him through the window trying to figure out what his plan was when he turned his head to me, smiled and started to strip.
"Shit," I sighed, "just can't wait can he?"
