Electric Hour

The opening of my eyes.

Do you ever wake up in that half life state, just another few minutes and then I'll get up. You lay there in this dream world, but are awake, everything is good in that world in your head.

Then a voice breaks in and disturbs everything. Do you?

"Do you ever think about when we got together?" Said the voice in my ear, that great feeling came into focus with it.

The feeling of a finger, or was it more than one, doesn't matter, it's tracing the sensitive part of my cock, slowly, drawing it out but feeling soooo good, soooo good.

I contemplated what Lynda said. Did I, oh yes, I remember it well.

I was going to be a man and ask Mary out, we had been getting to a point of it happening, me and her going all the way, we had gone past the just friends kissing, we were now into the ... tonight I was going to ask her to go out with me as my steady date, if she said yes ... I remembered my next move that night was to put my hand up and try to slip her bra off her boobs, we hadn't got that far yet. But I had plans.

They were shot down when my mate asked her before I had the chance, Rich, had been with Lynda I thought.

Mary and Lynda were best friends and seldom apart so this wasn't in my plans, not even in the back of my head.

But being young I did what any horny young man would do. I asked Lynda out instead. What a move that was, I didn't have to fight to get her bra off she took it off as I drove to the parking spot that all us youngsters used to make out at. I didn't ask. I was too busy finding out what turned her on and she with me.

That sealed the deal, we were two couples, we didn't have duel weddings, but they were close enough that we shared a lot of time together even after we married.

I put Mary out of my mind, I was in love with Lynda and she was with me. I assumed that Rich and Mary were in the same state and never had the thought to ask.

So here we are twenty three years on. Lynda doing what she knows from years of experience pleases me more that anything else.

"Do you ever regret not being the first to ask Mary that night. Wonder what would have happened if you had?"

My next move had been to roll over and mount Lynda, that's what had happened when she woke me up like this. But this morning she went under the covers and started to give me a blowjob.

I wasn't disappointed, I was loving it, but it was the questions that had set me thinking. Why, why ask now?

But Lynda was doing a great job and for the first time in ages she took me over the edge in her mouth.

She didn't swallow, she never had, she finished me off and turned to get a tissue to spit my load into, got out of bed and went to clean her teeth before coming back to snuggle with me again.

I was awake now, that dreamy state had passed, I went to return the favour but Lynda stopped me.

"No, I don't need you to, I just thought you needed a treat, I've been neglecting you of late,"

I asked myself what brought this on, it wasn't anywhere near normal. Lynda, still snuggling up to my side told me that Mary had called her yesterday and told her that she was splitting from Rich, she didn't tell me last night as she wanted to sort out her own feelings.

I, we, had known that their relationship was having a hard time, I didn't know all the details, I was sure Lynda did and she told me all I needed to know as far as I was concerned.

For the last eight months there were phone calls between Lynda and Mary, it had gotten to a point that Lynda went into the other room to talk Mary down from whatever was bothering her that day, it let me watch the TV in peace. But to be splitting, I hadn't realised it had got to that stage.

Lynda just said that had made her think, she said she thought we had been lucky to have each other and that's what made her do what she had this morning.

Okay I can live with that, and it crossed my mind that maybe it might become a more common occurrence. But I didn't linger on that thought.

Life went on, Mary was always on the phone it seemed to me, but Lynda was happy to talk with her so I let her. We had Mary to dinner once a week, if not twice. She looked washed out, not her old self by any means, but I understood that and made no comments.

Four months on and there was a change in Mary, she looked better, tidier, put more effort into how she looked, it was good to see her getting back on her feet.

She still came to dinner, but now she brought something along to help out, there was little talk of Rich over this time, all I knew was that he had moved to Scotland of all places. I'd tried to talk to him, but he said he didn't want to come between Mary and Lynda. Which I respected him for, I let the contact with him down to him calling me. He didn't.

And then came that Friday night.

I came home late, work, an accident on the motorway and I was over two hours late. I'd called and let Lynda know, but she was short with me and hung up quickly. I just thought she was having a bad day.

I walked in to Lynda and Mary sitting in the lounge. As I would expect.

But Lynda looked drawn, white even. Where as Mary looked amazing, I don't think I had ever seen her like this.

Her makeup was more for going out to a party than having dinner with friends, her lipstick was bright red and drew attention to her mouth in a big way. Mary had one of those mouths that looked like she could open it and take a wine bottle in it without any trouble, bottom first, but with this lipstick it screamed that it could and did it so easily; it made me think she was broadcasting the fact.

The dress she had on showed more cleavage than I had seen her show, and that saying a lot, I've seen her in a bikini.

The skirt part was tight, if the bottom of it hadn't had a inverted V in it she wouldn't be able to walk, mini steps at the most, but that inverted V split the front so her legs popped out with each step. What showed as well as she stepped was the garters that held her stockings up, it made my head look twice before looking away not wanting to be caught looking at somewhere I shouldn't be looking.

"Mary, ... you're looking good tonight, glad to see that you seem to be getting over Rich," Lynda blanched I saw out the corner of my eye, Mary smiled and her tongue slipped out and just licked her lip a little before she thanked me saying she felt it was time to move on.

I went to change, I took a quick shower felling sticky from the days work, dressed casually and came back to find that I was to sit in between the pair of them, on the only empty chair.

Lynda had put a prawn cocktail on our place settings. As we started to eat you, or I could feel the heat on one side of me and the iciness on the other. Lynda was the cold side, Mary was the hot.

That eaten, Lynda cleared away, I offered to but she told name to sit tight, Mary smiled, her mouth looking inviting.

A stew, lamb, was served, and we mostly ate in silence, it was me that asked a question and Lynda might respond with a one word answer, or Mary would say something that Lynda didn't answer.

That was up to when I had finished my meal and was putting the silverware down, then Mary asked a question that shouldn't be asked at the dinner table in the cold light of day, it was a question that was more suited to when we had all had too much to drink.

"So Dan, has Lynda been giving you a lot of head of late?" I couldn't help but notice that Mary had opened her legs, one was now touching my leg which made me look, that inverted V was up higher than previously, now both her stockings were visible, as would her panties be if she had any on. There sat beside me was Mary, legs open with her pussy on show. "Has Lynda ever told you why Rich and I had to call it a day?" There was a long pause as I didn't know how to respond. "No, I didn't think she had. Are you going to tell him or shall I Lynda?"