Lena's husband, who I call 'Bod', is away on business most of the time. A civil engineer by profession, he works for the World Bank on development projects that take him overseas for a year or more. I only met him once. A short, nondescript kind of guy who wore an NRA baseball cap on a dome-like, prematurely balding head. For most of the evening he lectured on the second amendment and told jokes about reinforced concrete.
I knew Lena through my wife Eve, a friend of her best friend from school. This is the inconvenient part. I have no qualms about taking another man's wife to bed, especially if he decides to absent himself from his own. Casual fooling about with my wife's friends is another matter. Like fooling about with colleagues at work it is likely end badly.
Being unachievable only made Lena all the more desirable. To make matters worse she was a flirt. Whenever we met I would spend the next week thinking about the way she moved, the way she dressed and how nice it would be to undress her and to slide inside her tight young body.
Eve, Lena and their friend Trixie live a hundred miles apart but they gossip regularly on conference calls that can last an hour or more. After discussing work, kids and their disgust at whatever happens to be the outrage of the day, the conversation invariably turns to sex. Eve sometimes put the phone on speaker mode at this point so I can listen in.
Lena makes up for lack of quantity with variety if not necessarily quality. She has all the best sex toys and according to her reports, Lena and Bod have tried every position a man and a woman can engage in. Eve and I have even tried some games at Lena's suggestion, though Eve drew the line at anal sex. Trixie was slightly more adventurous but only once and after her report, Eve made clear that if I ever had the experience it would not be with her.
"It was disgusting!" Trixie exclaimed.
"All sex is disgusting!" Lena retorted, "deal with it."
"And it hurt" Trixie continued.
"Eeww!", Eve added, "and ooww. Eeeeww and Ooowwowwoww."
"It's not like that at all. Not if you do it right" Lena protested, but she was clearly losing the argument.
The argument continued on in similar fashion for quite a while with Lena giving increasingly graphic advice and Trixie and Eve taking turns to express their disgust.
* * * * *
The call from Lena came late on Christmas Eve: A pipe had burst and no plumber would answer her call, what should she do? After I directed Lena to the likely location of the main shut-off valve, Eve decided there was only one option: I headed out to the garage to find a pump and my plumbing tools.
After two hour's drive in freezing rain and several more hours cutting and soldering pipes in Lena's waterlogged basement, I hit the sheets in the guest bedroom at three in the morning. Alone.
I woke late the next day to the sound of Eve and Lena talking in the exercise room next door. At first I think that Eve must have driven out in the other car (my car as it happens). Then I realize that Lena has Eve on speakerphone. They are talking about sex again.
This reminds me that if I was home, Eve and I would be having the Xmas mid-morning bonk we had planned. Eve is thinking the same thing.
"Yes, tell me about the waiting for sex thing", Lena replies, "not like I ever have do that."
"You can warm him up for me if you like, its Christmas after all."
"What, fuck him?"
"I was thinking more of a hug, but go ahead, fuck him if you like."
"He might not want to."
"Very funny, you know he lusts after you."
"Be careful making offers you don't want to keep. Its been so long I might just take you up on that."
"That's the idea."
Lena is incredulous, "Eve! You are serious!".
This seemed as good a time as any to announce my presence. "I very much hope so", I announced as I walked through the open door. Lena was on the treadmill in running shorts and a sports bra.
After greetings and the inevitable banter, Eve had to go, "Stay there, I'll join you later. But don't use up all your strength. Anything you do to her, you do to me when I get there."
"Sounds like a plan", I said, ever hopeful.
Lena immediately dashed my hopes. "Dream on," she laughed, "I am off for a shower. Then with particular emphasis added, "Alone."
I went back down to check the basement. Everything I had done the night before had held and no new leaks had appeared. I packed up the gear, put it in Eve's van and headed back upstairs to report my success to Lena.