‘You brought them!’ Caroline smiled in delight and clapped her hands together in a childlike way that belied the girlfriends’ thirty something ages.
‘I did indeed,’ Tracy said with a mischievous little grin. She liked this role she had slipped into: smut girl. She was single handedly bringing sexy back, as it were, to her best girl friends with her collection of smutty books. After the usual conversation about books with Delia – the third in their ‘best girl’ trio, friends since university almost two decades ago – had turned to erotica, Tracy was surprised to find out that she was the only one in the clan who read it. Looking to rectify what she considered to be this egregious wrong, she loaned a few choice picks from her collection to Delia post haste. Needless to say, Delia’s Sebastian had been a very happy man the night Delia started reading.
Caroline had wanted in too. ‘I wanna see the smut! Lend me one!’ she said, after a glowing report from Delia.
But Tracy had been reluctant. It wasn’t that she didn’t want the same sexual satisfaction for Caroline. Of course she did. But Caroline didn’t have the support at home, shall we say, that Delia did and she didn’t want to frustrate matters.
The three friends were all aware of Caroline’s situation. She had dated Bill for years and, on the outside anyway, they appeared to be the perfect couple. With her fair blonde beauty and his dark, dashing ruggedness, they made a striking picture. Caroline had waited patiently for a marriage proposal, watching as all her other friends got hitched, and for a time it looked as though it wouldn’t happen. How Tracy had fretted and hoped for her friend, wondering what in the world Bill was waiting for, what was holding him back. But a proposal did finally come and as Tracy watched her beautiful friend repeat her vows on her wedding day, her heart was full knowing that Caroline was getting the life she wanted for herself.
And for a time it did seem like everything was falling into place. After years of shlepping at an entry level grunt job in a production company, Caroline was finally offered a more senior position. With a handsome husband and a rewarding job, Tracy had never seen Caroline so happy, so contented.
In the end that time was the calm before the storm. One night, three years into what Caroline had thought was their happy marriage, she decided to surprise Bill at work and walked in on him pulling a Bill Clinton behind his desk. Except that the mouth slurping greedily on his cock was no Monica Lewinsky. More like Martin.
Everyone was shocked. Caroline was devastated. When she told her friends that, after a horrible fight, Bill finally admitted to her that he was gay, nobody could believe it. He seemed to be the preeminent man’s man, and not in the way Mr. Lewinsky liked it. But everyone’s shock wouldn’t end there.
‘We’re going to try and work it out,’ Caroline said at their girls’ night, over drinks.
‘What?’ said Delia.
‘Bill said he still wants to be married to me and he’s willing to try and over come his… feelings.’
‘Caroline!’ Tracy gasped. Shaking her head in disbelief she sputtered, ‘Wait, what decade are we in here? “Overcome his feelings?” He’s gay! He’s a gay man. You’re not some senator’s wife, standing by her man. We don’t even live in the south! Why in the world would you want to stay married to him?’
Caroline paused, her head hung. She couldn’t look up to meet her friends’ eyes when she said, ‘Because I love him.’
At the time, Tracy had all kinds of judgments about her friend’s decision. She wanted to take her, shake her, tell her to run, run from this man who lied to her and turned her life upside down, run and don’t look back. But she didn’t. Trading looks with Delia, she remained quiet as they listened to Caroline continue to justify what they thought was this fruitless attempt at reconciliation. How could she judge? She didn’t know what it was like to be deceived by the love of your life. To realize your marriage was a lie. To have the rug pulled from under you. Caroline was desperately trying to cling to her life as she knew it, to put it back together in some way she could recognize. Who was Tracy to tell her she couldn’t do that? Marriages were tricky things. And the heart wants what it wants. Not to mention other body parts.
Tracy herself knew that firsthand. And while she didn’t consider her situation to be as problematic as Caroline’s, she and Peter had their own hurdles to overcome. Namely that Tracy was an insatiable beast in bed. Peter struggled to keep up.
Tracy spent years trying to get Peter more interested in her. She worked out, bought sexy outfits, rented porn, whatever she could think of. But no matter what she tried, Peter was just a once every couple of weeks kind of guy. ‘Of course I love you, I totally think you’re hot, babe. I just can’t do it all the time like you.’ So Tracy learned to satisfied herself with her erotica novels and regular and frequent masturbation. Still, she thought, there’s got to be something that gets him going.
Then one day she found it.
One Saturday night they decided to stay in and sit back with a drink and relax. Peter had brought her a rye and ginger, her old standard when she was in school, and that got them talking about old times. The drinks flowed while they rehashed university and all their favourite crazy stories.
‘Our standard trick at the bar,’ Tracy told her husband, ‘was when Caro and I would start dancing together. We’d move close and then start pressing our bodies together, swaying to the music, rubbing our hands all over each other. Guys would be in a line to buy us drinks!’
‘Yeah, we had that whole bi-curious, heteroflexible act down way before it was cool. We’re trendsetters, really.’
‘D’you ever take that act into the bedroom?’ Peter asked, one eyebrow raised.
‘Well, whaddaya know. You are like every other guy after all.’
‘Just curious,’ said Peter.
‘We did make out a couple of times…’ Tracy said, head down but eyes up checking her husband’s reaction.
‘What?? Oh my god!’
‘You asked!’ Tracy said, now regretting the admission.
‘Yeah, but I never thought…’
‘Forget it! Never mind.’
‘No, come on!’ Peter scrambled to get the conversation back where it was headed. ‘You can’t say something like that and not finish it. What happened?’
‘No way. I’m not telling you now.’
‘I’m not shocked, really babe. You just caught me off guard.’ He paused. ‘Okay, so you made out with your best friend. It’s no big deal. It’s just kissing.’ Another pause. ‘Right?’
After a long silence, Tracy took a breath. ‘And I may have,’ she stopped and then quickly continued before she lost her nerve, ‘felt her up and kissed her nipples.’
‘See? I knew I shouldn’t have told you!’
But tell him she did. Peter wrestled the whole story out of his wife, how she and Caroline had come home after a night of clubbing, tipsy, giggly and how they ended up making out on the couch with Tracy finally removing Caro’s top and licking and sucking at her stiffened nipples, Caro with her fingers through Tracy’s hair, sighing out her name.
‘Did you want to go down on her?’ Peter asked intently.
‘I don’t know,’ Tracy blushed. ‘She stopped it before it went that far. She was dating that English guy and she felt like she was cheating on him.’
‘I know, but would you have? If she didn’t stop you,’ he urged, moving next to her on the couch.
‘Maybe.’ She looked up at her husband’s intense stare. ‘Anyway,’ she murmured, ‘What does it matter? That was years ago.’
‘I would love to see you eat another woman’s pussy,’ Peter whispered as he began nuzzling her neck. ‘I would love to watch a girl go down on you and make you come.’
That night Peter was the insatiable one. And ever since her confession Tracy had little need for her erotica and solo efforts. One little hint, a few words about her sexy blonde friend, and Peter was ready for her.