"Hey, Love? Lo-ove?"
Carla's voice floated into the kitchen from the living room and just caught my ear over the sizzle of sautéing mushrooms. Her tone brought an affectionate smirk to my lips. When she drew out her words like that; I knew she wanted something.
"Yes, sweetheart?" I answered as I flipped the pan.
She sauntered into the kitchen wearing a comfortable pair of shorts and a tank top that framed her breasts nicely. But, it wasn't her body that caught my attention this time. She was biting her lip, and her face revealed a bit of mischief and concern. I moved the mushrooms off the heat and immediately gave her my full attention.
"What's going on?” I prompted, as I could tell something was bothering her, but also that she had most likely already done something about it.
"Hold on a second, Khloe," she said quickly into her phone, then turned her attention to me.
"You wouldn't mind if I've invited Khloe to dinner tonight, would you?" she asked.
With a slight look of confusion, I quickly replied, "Of course not. I wouldn't mind at all." Then gave her a reassuring grin.
"Good." Then, with a tone laced with timid guilt, Carla continued, "or...maybe...for dinner for the next week...or so...maybe longer?"
'There it was,' I thought to myself. That was the 'ask' I had read into her lo-ove, a moment ago.
"Sure," I said slowly, "but what's going on?" I was now a little concerned. Reading between the lines, it sounded like Khloe would be staying with us for a while. I definitely didn't mind, but we would normally discuss something like this before putting the other on the spot.
"I'll fill you in in just a minute," she stated, then turned her attention back to her phone as she returned to the living room. "See? Not an inconvenience at all. And, I told you he wouldn't mind if you..." Her voice trailed off as she passed through the door.
I just shrugged and went back to making dinner - apparently for three of us now. It must have been something important, or she wouldn't have asked me like that without some kind of warning beforehand. My first thought was that I hoped Khloe was okay.
Khloe and her husband Derek were what you might call "off again, on again" friends. We had known them for years, but we'd had times when we were all pretty close and times when we weren't. Honestly, a lot of the drifting apart was due to Derek and his tendency to be an arrogant ass-hat. Most of it came down to the fact that Carla and I could only tolerate him for so long, and then we'd need a break. That was the story of our friendship with them: sometimes we'd all plan a beach trip, and sometimes months or a few years would go by without getting together. This was how it was and how it had always been, until - that is - about a year ago.
Last summer, during a broiling-hot July weekend, Khloe rescued me from a sweltering house and a failed AC. It was a small gesture, but she gave me a room for a few days and a comfortable place to stay while I waited on an overpriced repair. As frustrating as the situation was at the time though, the circumstances couldn't have worked out better. Our families were both out of town, so there was little inconvenience to them, and it had given the two of us the chance to rebuild a stagnant and much-needed friendship.
Besides all that, during the two rather serendipitous nights at Khloe's, we discovered that we shared a rather 'private' habit. In a fit of frustration and interesting timing, Khloe ended up confessing that the only satisfaction she had felt in years was from the work of her own hands. Turns out, we discovered that we both thoroughly enjoyed masturbating. And, this little discovery of ours - along with several stiff screwdrivers - helped reveal that we each surprisingly also enjoyed playing both voyeur and exhibitionist.
So, over those few days, our friendship went quickly from personal questions and intimate discussions, to shedding our clothes and watching one another stroke, squeeze, finger, and rub our ways to some explosively erotic orgasms. And, there may just have been a helping hand or tongue shared between us friends as well.
But as fun as that was, and despite how much we both enjoyed the mind-blowing climaxes, once I was able to return home, the opportunity never presented itself for us to take matters into our own hands again. So, our shared 'solo play' truly became solo once more. And since we both highly valued our marriages, neither of us pursued it. Honestly, we also appreciated the renewed friendship that came at a time when we both needed one far too much as well.
Interestingly, just after that orgasmic weekend, Khloe and Carla's friendship blossomed as well. They were talking more, confiding in one another again, and they were even spending time together outside of work. All of which apparently lead up to this phone call and Khloe joining us for dinner.
"So, what's going on with Khloe," I asked in concern when Carla made her way back into the kitchen.
A deep sigh revealed the worry behind her words. "She and Derek have been fighting again. I'm not exactly sure what started it this time, but she talked about him always putting his work and his friends before her. Apparently, it got really bad this time. Lots of yelling, some name-calling. It was ugly." Her words trailed off as she got lost in her own thoughts. "She needed a safe place to go..."
After a moment of processing, I rubbed my wife's shoulders lightly and offered, "well, Khloe's a close friend, and we both know how much of a dick Derek can be. We have the room, we're all on summer break from teaching, and our kids are away at camp for the month anyway. She can have a room for as long as she needs as far as I'm concerned."
Carla looked back at me with an appreciative smile and gave me a deep hug and a kiss on the cheek. I could tell this meant a lot to her.
So, about an hour later, just before we were ready to sit down for dinner, an exhausted and teary-eyed Khloe arrived at our door with a bag on her shoulder and a suitcase in tow.
I answered the door not sure what to expect. Khloe may be her jovial self, just happy to have somewhere to go to be away from the yelling. Or, she may be a frazzled, tearful mess fresh from a fight. But as I swung the door wide, I was greeted by a friend stuck about halfway between those two extremes.
Her cheeks were a light pink from crying and her eyes glistened from recent tears. But her lips offered a slight smile that spoke gratitude and relief. I simply smiled back, took her suitcase, and welcomed her. "Come on in; this is home for as long as you need."
Instead of taking a step, Khloe wrapped her free arm around my neck and pulled me into a hug. Her embrace revealed all the words I knew she wanted to say but couldn't find. Then, before letting go, she whispered, "Thank you, guys. Thank you."
The evening was much like you'd expect. We helped Khloe get settled in our spare room, the three of us shared a dinner, and we just listened. Khloe had needed not just a safe place to stay, but friends who were ready to let her get out all her grievances, frustrations, and anger.
After a long, quiet pause in the conversation, Khloe took a heavy sip of wine and sighed. "I really can't say thank you enough, guys. This means so much to me, you letting me stay here for a while. I just couldn't stay in the house anymore getting yelled at, told why I was wrong, or...or...getting called 'controlling, selfish bitch' again." Her last word came out under a partially controlled sob.
Carla reached out and put her hand on Khloe's. Then with an understanding tone, she reassured, "Well, like we said before, consider this your home for as long as you need. You're safe and welcome here."
"Seriously, it's no trouble. And, it's the least we could do after you put me up last summer," I added.
Khloe just looked at us both, her emotions showing strongly on her face, and nodded. "Okay," she finally accepted - this time without apology. "Well, if this is home for a while now, I think I'm going to go take a shower, wash this shitty day off of me, and get comfortable."
"Sounds good," I smiled back. "I'll clean up from dinner. You should have what you need in the bathroom, so just holler if you're missing anything."
So, as Khloe headed down the hallway toward her room, I set myself up by the kitchen sink and began washing a few pans and dishes.
As I tend to do during menial tasks, I got lost in a drift of thought. It was nice having Khloe here, and I was happy we could help her out. She obviously needed a place to go, and I know we were both happy to provide that. But, now that she was here, I couldn't help but wonder about last summer, the previous time we stayed in a house together. Did she still think about that time? Did she remember sitting across from me on the couch, spreading her legs to show me her beautiful, wet pussy? Did she still think about watching me stroke my cock as I watched her? Did she fantasize about us watching each other when she touched herself? Did the thought of exposing herself to me in such an intimate way still make her wet like it made me hard? Might there be just the slightest chance for us to do it again now that she called our spare room 'home' for a while?...
"Hey, love?"
Carla's words quickly snapped me back to reality and made me realize my wondering mind and thoughts of Khloe had really turned me on. I had to get this under control.
"Mhmm?" I stammered in reply, but saved myself with a friendly look in her direction.
"I've got the boys from camp on the phone, could you run these back to Khloe? Apparently, the boys used the towels in that bathroom before they left last week."
"No problem," I replied drying my hands and then taking the stack of towels and washcloths she had placed on the counter.
I made my way down the hallway and turned the corner to see the bathroom door slightly ajar.
"Khloe?" I called out. "I've got some fresh towels and washcloths for you. I'll leave them just outside..."
"Oh thanks! Can you put them on the counter?"
With a little trepidation, I slowly pressed the door open, not knowing what I would find.
The first thing that caught my attention was the discarded pile of clothes on the floor with Khloe's light pink, cheeky panties on top. They looked delicate but playful - just as I remembered Khloe to be when her fingers lovingly pleasured herself. The sensations, feelings, scents, and memories flooded my mind, but I pushed them back. I closed my eyes for a moment, cleared my thinking and stepped in. "No problem. I'll just put them right here for you." I set the stack of towels on the counter corner closest to the shower.
Hearing my voice, though, Khloe stuck her head out from behind the curtain. "Oh, thank you," she grinned softly at me. Her expression was one of friendly appreciation. And while there wasn't anything sexual about it, when she had pulled the curtain back, she had inadvertently revealed the entire right side of her body. I could see from her right ankle all the way up to her perky right breast.
"You're very welcome." I smiled back at her. I watched as her nipple began to tighten under my regard.
Then after a long pause, Khloe glanced down at her nakedness as if just realizing I could see her body and gave me a half surprised, half guilty look, punctuated by a slight grin.
I gave her a friendly nod and backed out of the room as she moved back behind the curtain. As I closed the door, I realized that my pants were now rather uncomfortable and that I was more than turned on. It was at that moment I knew that Khloe's tenure in our home had the potential to be both dangerous and very interesting.
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"Oh my god, that's hysterical!" Carla burst out with a gaffaw. "I can't believe he actually said that!" The ladies' voices and laughter echoed from the living room. After returning from her shower wearing a light tank top and a short pair of pink booty shorts, Khloe had joined Carla on the living room couch for some wine and girl time. I certainly didn't mind the talk or the view. Both ladies were now sporting casual sleepwear that revealed more than it covered. Neither were wearing a bra, so each time either of them bent over or leaned forward, it was a treat. And, it was now obvious that while their breasts were relatively the same size, my wife had larger areolas even though Khloe's were puffier. However, despite all the soft skin casually on display, I wanted to give them their space, so I grabbed my book and headed into the other room to read.
The ladies were enjoying themselves, swapping stories and laughing over their second bottle of wine in no time. I was glad they were relaxed. I was sure Khloe needed this, and with all the stress of this past school year, I knew that Carla did, too. I smiled at the sound of the friends and decided to just let them carry on as long as they wanted.
Quite a bit later, my attention drifted up from my book, and I noticed that the laughter and loud stories I had heard throughout the evening had quieted and taken on a muffled, more conspiratorial tone. Deciding to check on them, and just wanting to stretch my legs a little, I made my way toward the living room. But, something made me pause in the hall before walking in.
"...so, yeah, I haven't had real sex in over nine months. Hell, I haven't even seen a hard penis in that long." Khloe's voice was both sad and full of disappointment. I heard Carla give an understanding sigh. "So..." Khloe continued after a long breath, "at least my fingers and vibrator are getting some decent practice." Both ladies chuckled softly at this.
At that natural pause, I nearly stepped into the room, but then - to my surprise - Carla picked up the conversation in a quiet voice. "You know," she said slowly at first, "I don't think there's anything wrong with a little...um...personal stimulation," she said, reassuringly. I could hear a bit of hesitation but also a grin behind her words as her confidence grew. "I mean, I love Matt, and he certainly doesn't disappoint in the sex department - I swear his fingers are freaking magic - but there are times when I really enjoy lying back, burying MY fingers deep inside me, and...and just losing myself to my own touch." Her voice echoed relief as she said this, as if saying it aloud was releasing a long-hidden secret.
"Oh my, god! You, too?" Khloe exclaimed. "I love masturbating! There's nothing quite like a self-served orgasm when you need one!"
"Shh...shhh!" Carla shushed at her, giggling all the same. "Exactly! So, I know things are really hard right now, and - girl - believe me, I know you've got needs. But, at least you can take care of yourself and...you know...rub one out when you need to." I could hear a change come over her as she grew even more confident. "Or... maybe two or three when you REALLY need to." They were trying to be quiet, but the giggles and laughter had them both shaking.
'Holy. Shit. Holy shit. Ho-ly shit!' I thought to myself as I leaned back against the wall. My wife of over 10 years just confessed to enjoying masturbating. Wow and holy shit; this was incredible! My mind was exploding. It was rare to hear Carla speak like this at all, and here she was talking about something I thought she would consider utterly taboo! God, what a turn-on! Very rarely had we dabbled in masturbation together, and it was usually only in the throes of passion when we assisted the other already touching us. Now here she was talking about full-on, toe-curling solo play. A thousand questions hit my mind. Did she do it often? When did she masturbate? How did she masturbate? What would she think of me doing it? Would we ever get to masturbate together? There was no way I was going to interrupt this conversation now, so - even though I knew I shouldn't - I adjusted my growing erection and leaned quietly against the wall to see where their half-inebriated talk went next.
After the giggling subsided some, Khloe continued. "You're definitely right about that! Sometimes there's nothing better than lighting some candles, soaking in a warm bath with an erotic book, and finding an orgasm. Or two..or three!" Her tone shifted then and became more reflective. "But... you know..." she faded.
"But sometimes you just need to be touched and loved on by someone else, too?" Carla finished for her.
With an exhausted sigh, "Yeah..."
"And, sometimes you just want..." Now Carla's voice hesitated.
"Sometimes you just want to feel desired. To be...wanted. To be taken." Khloe finished with a tone of quiet sadness.
I heard a rustle of movement, so I carefully peeked around the edge of the doorframe. Carla had sat forward and wrapped Khloe in an understanding hug. They stayed there for a long moment. I couldn't tell if Khloe was crying, but when they pulled back from each other, I watched as Khloe wiped a tear from her cheek.
After somewhat composing herself, Khloe tried to lighten the mood a bit. "Okay, okay, no more tears for me tonight," she announced as much to herself as to Carla. "You said Matt doesn't disappoint, huh? Well, give me something juicy, some details. What's his best move?" I could see the twinkle had started to come back to her eyes. "Tell me...tell me about his... attributes." She finished a little hesitantly, biting her lip and raising an eyebrow.