0 comments/ 8163 views/ 8 favorites Coming Apart at the Seams By: komrad1156 "How do you cope with all of this?" Jenna asked. "I drink." "No, seriously, what do you do to relieve the stress?" "Seriously, I drink. Or you could say I seriously drink." Monica was kidding, of course, but only to a point. Working with children who have autism all day, every day was incredibly stressful. She enjoyed her work, but it was often very frustrating and it had a very low reward-to-time spent ratio because it often took a really long time to make any kind of progress. It was the kind of work that would bring most people to their knees in short order. To her knees. Monica hadn't been on hers in so long she couldn't remember the last time. She was 32 and in great shape, but her husband didn't seem to care she still worked out nearly every day to stay fit and toned. Like her sister and best friend, Jenna, she got to the gym before work five day a week and also went during the afternoon on Saturday. She and their husbands, twin brothers Michael and David Thomas, had a standing dinner date every Sunday which alternated between homes every other week. "How do you deal with it, Jenna?" Monica asked her. Jenna was a probation officer who dealt with rapists, murderers, child molesters, and what most would call the dregs of society. Like Monica, she was a hopeless progressive who was endlessly patient and ever-hopeful that her efforts might help make society better. Were she honest, she'd have to admit any progress she made was very small as most criminals tended to be recidivists who ended up back in jail before completing probation. But Jenna Thomas didn't give up. Not at work and not at home. Were she a quitter, she'd be ready to throw in the towel on her marriage of five years to David who no longer seemed to know or even care she was alive. "I masturbate. A lot." "Jenna! For goodness sake. What is wrong with you?" "Nothing. I'm just a neglected housewife. Masturbation is perfectly normal. You should try it sometime." "Okay, you're not getting any attention at home either, but do you always have to be so...direct?" She loved Jenna. They'd been best friends since she'd married Michael's twin brother, David, a year after she and Michael had themselves wed. Being twins, the brothers were inseparable so what little free time Michael had, he wanted to spend with David. Monica understood that, but the understanding did nothing to alleviate the frustration and sexual tension which regularly built up inside her to the boiling point. Jenna was by far the more confident and outspoken of the two, but even her tendency to say what was on her mind hadn't yielded any appreciable results on the home front. Neither she nor Monica were getting kind the love, attention, and yes—sex—they'd both gotten very used to the first years of their marriages. As far as her outspokenness was concerned, Monica often found it annoying, but she loved Jenna dearly. She sometimes just wished she could tone it down a bit. All in all, Jenna and Monica loved one another like sisters and sometimes they fought like they were. Over the years, they had become as close as any two friends could. They'd hit it off immediately, but it took time for them to learn to trust one another with any and all secrets. They now shared things with each other they knew with certainty would never be repeated, not even to the other's husband. "Maybe I should start diddling myself, too," Monica admitted wistfully. "Lord knows it'd be better than what I'm getting from Mike." "I take it things are no better around here than the last time we had this discussion?" Jenna asked. "No, not really. Just the same old thing. Or lack thereof I should say," she told Jenna truthfully. "Seriously, how do you cope with the stress?" Monica asked because in addition to their stressful jobs, they both had mortgages, car payments, student loans, and the outrageous property taxes assessed in ultra-liberal Berkeley, California. Both of the brothers were worked for the city. Together, each couple made a little over eighty thousand a year, but that was more than gobbled up by monthly expenses and the occasional vacation. All four of the Thomases wanted children, but neither couple even thought about having them because of the added financial stress. So between that and their work, the added frustration of not getting laid was driving both of them crazy. Jenna sighed and said, "Honestly? I fantasize—a lot." "Fantasy. So...how's that working for you?" Monica asked with just a slight touch of snarkiness. She wasn't trying to be mean, she just wanted to know if that (or anything) actually helped. She genuinely wanted to know if it brought relief to Jenna, because it didn't do much for her. Monica thought of fantasizing as being little more than mental masturbation. It might make you temporarily feel better, but it didn't solve anything. As the more practical of the two, Monica was always looking for actual solutions to the problem while Jenna needed to talk—and vent. Sometimes however, Jenna took action and what she did often surprised or even shocked her sister. This was one of those times. Jenna didn't answer right away. She sat there and waited for Monica to look at her. "What?" Monica said when she finally turned Jenna's way. "Why are you looking at me like that?" "I just wanted to make sure I have your attention," her best friend told her. "Now that I do, I'm going to share something with you which is obviously off-limits to the guys. I um, well, I created a dating profile on line." "You what?" Monica said, her voice rising with incredulity. "Hear me out! I'm not actually dating anyone. I just decided to put up a profile with some pics and see what happens." "But you have to be single to do that. What if someone finds out? What if they try and find out who you are and learn you're married and playing with them? That might not end well, Jenn." "Well...it's a site for um...married people. So there's no issue with telling the truth because I am married." "Jesus, Jenna." Monica finished putting the dishes away then said down and said excitedly, "Okay, you have my full attention now. So...have you had any...interesting responses?" Jenna flashed a wicked smile. "Oh, yeah. A lot of them." Monica put the last of the silverware in the drawer then sat down at the table and said, "Okay, tell me everything!" Jenna told her she'd had replies from every kind of guy imaginable. Fat, bald, old, rich, poor, young, handsome, and even gorgeous. Many were single looking to hook up with MILFs, but most were also married and looking for a little fun on the side. "What's a MILF?" Monica asked. Jenna laughed. It stands for "Mothers I'd Love to Fuck." Monica's eyes opened wide. "You're kidding? Hot young guys want to hook up with older, married women?" Jenna slightly lowered her head and raised an eyebrow. "Are you kidding? MILFs hooking up with cubs—the name for younger guys—is all the rage. You can't possibly tell me you didn't know that." Jenna watched Monica's reaction then said, "On the other hand, I can see how being up to your eyeballs in kids all day long might make it hard to follow the latest social trends but, sheesh... Just trust me when I say it's a very big deal out there in the real world. Young guys with unending sexual desire and stamina want sex—and nothing else—from attractive older women. Older, attractive, married women." Jenna stayed in excellent shape, too, as she and Monica met at the gym closest to their homes every morning and on Saturdays when both could get free. "So...when you um...talk with these hot young guys, these...cubs...are you hooking up with them?" "Oh, hell no!" she said. "I'd never cheat on David. Okay, I do flirt with a couple of them, but that's as far as it goes. I've even IM'd with a few of the cuter guys, but I'd never give out my phone number or real name. Like I said, it's just fantasy. A fantasy I use when I masturbate. Which I do...a lot...these days." Monica was actually relieved and yet somehow a little disappointed. At some level, she almost wanted her friend to be having some fun, although the rest of her knew it would devastate her marriage and almost certainly end their friendship. But she was just so damn lonely and...horny...all the time lately. It was obvious Jenna was feeling the same way. They talked for a while longer before Jenna announced she had to get going. As usual, they'd talked a lot but solved nothing. As Jenna got ready to leave they hugged one another goodbye. On the way out to her car, Jenna turned and said, "Don't forget our appointment this afternoon at the lawyer's office." "Oh, right. No, I won't forget. We've got to get our wills redone. Or file for divorce, right?" Jenna laughed. Monica waved goodbye and said, "I'll see you there." When they all sat down at Hoffman, Brennen, and Rathburn, the firm both couples used, their attorney had the paperwork ready to go. David began by saying, "Okay, we've all talked about having kids, but so far, none of us has managed to make that happen. Even so, we all agree we want the other couple to care for them whenever they do come along." "Well, yeah. I mean my parents are divorced and on/off drugs all the time so they can't do it," Monica said. "Don't look at me. We all know the situation with my dad. They don't let men in prison care for orphans. Besides, is there anyone else on earth we trust more than each other?" Jenna asked. Her dad was one reason she'd gone into working with ex-cons. "Nope," Michael chimed in. "It's obvious my brother and I are extremely close, but both of us love and respect the other's wife, as well. We're all family here and we don't want anyone else raising our future kids." Both of the girls shot him one of those 'then why don't you have them with us' kind of looks making him feel he needed to add, "You know, when we finally do have them." "Same here," David added. The attorney summed it up then told them, "Okay, so all we need to do is have Michelle come in and witness the signing and these will be legal and binding." After each had signed the appropriate documents Monica said, "Don't forget about dinner on Friday this week instead of Sunday." Everyone nodded and agreed what they'd bring with them. Dinner at their house—again. How long had it been since she and Michael had had dinner alone? The thought made her cringe. It had been as long as the last time they'd had sex. Over a month. Monica understood married people, even without children, didn't have sex every night, but this was getting ridiculous. She'd settle for once a week although three times would be ideal. Hell, they used to do it that often or more all the time. It was just this last year when things had slowed down then nearly ground to a painful halt. Michael was feeling the same stress she was with finances and his job and they had been married several years so...maybe it wasn't all that unusual. Maybe this is just how things tended to go in most marriages. Even if that were the case in most marriages, it wasn't okay in hers. The thought of living like this the rest of her life was too much to even contemplate. She dreaded having yet another one of those sex talks with Michael, but if she didn't, she was going to lose it. She quiet literally felt like she was starting to come apart at the seams. __________ Michael was preparing for a public meeting with the elected city commissioners when he received a text from David: "Don't forget. Dinner. Tonight. Our place. 7pm. Bring a bottle of that pinot we all liked." He was punching in his reply when he got another text. This one was from Monica: "Hi honey. Just a reminder. We have dinner with D&J tonight. Luv U!" He hit 'send' to reply to his brother and ignored the text from his wife. His frustration with her was reaching a new level. She kept hounding him for sex. Every few weeks she'd lay into him with one her patented sex talks. She wasn't even happy with what sex they were having, and that only made him even less interested. He thought things were pretty good. They'd kiss a little, he'd feel her up, then take care of business. Sure, it was mostly in the missionary position, but what difference did that make? She was always asking him to do her doggy style, and occasionally he'd give in. Lately, he just didn't have any interest regardless of the angle of the dangle at insertion. David said things were about the same at his house. Like his twin, he thought things were fine, but Jenna just kept asking to try all kinds of new things while David was content with a little foreplay, intercourse, and falling asleep. Both of them had talked about seeing a marriage counsellor. Of course, they'd also joked about just hooking up with one of the many attractive, single, younger paralegals or secretaries who worked in their respective city government buildings, but that was just talk. Both of them were still head-over-heels in love with their wives, and that just made things seem that much worse. Something had to change. "Do you have the wine?" Monica asked as they got ready to leave. Michael tried not to flinch at the unnecessary, umpteenth reminder. He took a deep breath and said, "Yes, I have the wine." Monica's tendency to harp on things drove him crazy. She seemed unable to trust him to do anything and this penchant of following up on everything really pushed his buttons. After dinner, they were all sitting around having a second glass of wine when an oblique reference to sex in a legal case with a one of the city commissioners caused Jenna to pipe up. "Oh, hey. You'll never guess what I saw on-line the other day." Monica almost spewed her wine as she thought to herself, "Oh, please God. Don't say a word about your profile or MILFs or..." Michael took a sip and said, "Do tell, Jenn. What is it you found this time?" David laughed as Jenna was famous for finding the most ridiculous, unneeded things on-line. The fact that they weren't needed never stopped her from buying them and the fact that most of their attic was filled with the unused junk served as a stark reminder. He thought about bringing up the self-basting turkey pan, but decided to let it go. "No! This isn't like that. This might be...fun. Tell me what you think and don't laugh, okay?" "You're gonna have to tell us what it is before we can promise you that, hon," David quipped. "I mean, do I have to remind everyone about the last great thing you found on-line?" Uh, oh. Here it comes. A turkey baster joke. Michael roared and even Monica couldn't help but laugh when David started gobbling like a turkey and bobbing his head up and down. But it wasn't just the last purchase, it was the sum total of all that—crap—she'd bought and kept on buying. "Laugh all you want, but I think this would be great." Everyone settled down and all eyes were on Jenna. She really was very pretty. Several people had commented that she looked a lot like the actress, Monica Potter from the TV series Parenthood. She was blonde, had a great body, nice boobs, and a beautiful face. Monica had absent-mindedly joked once that if she ever switched teams, she'd be hitting on Jenna. The first and last time she said that out loud, Jenna had said, "Well, if you ever do switch teams, let me know immediately, okay?" Monica had felt her face turn red which only fueled the fire for more commentary from Jenna. "Ohhh! I think I just discovered someone's secret fantasy!" she'd teased. Monica pushed that awful conversation out of her mind along with the strange way it had made her feel. Jenna waited for everyone to get quiet. "Okay. I found this game that I think all of us could use to you know, kind of get everyone back in the mood." David was the first to moan and he did so loudly. "Oh, jeez. You gotta be kidding me?" Michael just smiled as his brother tried to fend of this latest idea. "You want us to play some sex game? You can't be serious. This is my brother and his wife we're talking about for Christ's sake. Come on, honey. Get real." "Get real? Okay, I'll get real. Do you know how many times we've had sex in the last six months, David?" He started to speak, but she held up her hand and said, "Oh, no. It's your turn to listen." She spread out the fingers on that one hand and said, "Five. Count 'em." She ticked off each finger as she did, "One, two, three, four...FIVE!" David tried to get a word in edgewise, but Jenna kept right on going. "I've burned up two vibrators this year and a third is on the blink. David, something's gotta give around here. And by something, I mean some ONE. And by some ONE I mean YOU! You need to start giving...it...to me." Everyone was used to Jenna's opinionated and um...open style but even David was a little taken aback by this rant. She looked at Monica who was silently trying to gesture something like, "Don't you dare say a word!" but that didn't stop the Jenna Express. "And from what I hear, Michael, things aren't much better at the other Thomas house." "Jesus, Michael. I'm so sorry. I don't know what's gotten into her lately. Maybe it's this wine," David said apologetically. Jenna sat up and said, "I can sure as hell tell you what hasn't gotten into me lately. Do you need me to spell that out for everyone, David?" Michael noticed Monica was about to die of embarrassment. He grabbed her hand and said, "Honey? Didn't you say we had to get home early tonight?" "Um, yes. We have that...you know...thing tomorrow morning so we can't be out too late." "Thing? You can't be serious! I mean, this is serious and all of us are suffering. And as far as getting home early, it's only 9 o'clock for God's sake!" Jenna said. "Come on. You two are having the same problems we're having. We all love each other. We share stuff and we all know it. So stop pretending like this is some big state secret or something. We want our husbands back and by that I mean..." "Okay, honey. We get exactly what you mean. No need to get into the details," David said. "So will you at least agree to try the game? Come on! You made it sound like you might be interested if it didn't involve your brother and sister. I'm saying who better to try this out with than them? Who do we trust more or feel more comfortable around than Michael and Monica?" The question was rhetorical. Jenna smiled at Monica who still had that mortified look on her face. Sensing her best friend's discomfort she said, "No! It isn't like that, hon. You just ask each other questions and get, you know...ideas and stuff. No one has to get naked or actually do anything but then again, that could be a lot of fun." "Well, if it doesn't involve doing anything like strip poker or spin the bottle, maybe it could help. But it's also up to the guys, you know," Monica said hoping one of them would bail them all out. She looked at Michael who looked at David who looked at Jenna. "No nudity, right?" he asked her. "No. Well, nudity is completely optional but otherwise it's just questions and ideas," she assured him. Michael was still holding Monica's hand. He squeezed it a little tighter and said, "I gotta tell you that just talking about this has um...given me some ideas." Monica pretended to be embarrassed but she felt a warmth spreading through her body that began between her legs. "Mi-chael! For heaven's sake!" she said loudly. Secretly, she was thrilled. Jenna took David's hand and said, "I've also got a few ideas of my own as soon as these two go home and start working on theirs." "See? Just talking about it helped!" Jenna announced proudly. "So let's give it a try. Lord knows things could use some spicing up around here. If it helps, great. If not, then..." Everyone knew what 'then' meant but no one wanted to talk about it. All of them were young, healthy, attractive people, and yet they weren't having sex. That couldn't go on because there were too many good-looking cubs and secretaries running around looking for people their age and if they couldn't get it at home, they would eventually get it somewhere with someone—else. Coming Apart at the Seams "Great! I'll order it tomorrow," Jenna said with an air of finality. "But I have other plans for you tonight," she told David as she stood up and drug him toward the bedroom. "You two know your way out. Oh, and...have fun, Monica, you hot MILF you!" Monica felt herself blushing again for the first time since 'the switching teams' comment. "You're terrible!" she said with feigned indignation to Jenna on the way out. "No, I'm actually very good and David's gonna find out just how good shortly," she said as she slammed the bedroom door and pulled her husband inside. "Well, if I can get him to pay any attention to me, that is." For all her many faults, Jenna did occasionally come up with a decent idea. Monica had to admit, playing this game couldn't possibly make things any worse as long as no one said anything to blow up their marriage. So for now, she just kept her fingers crossed that things wouldn't blow up so she could occasionally um...blow her husband...and finally get what she so desperately needed and wanted. The blowing part didn't happen that night, but at least they'd finally had sex. Monica felt so good afterward she didn't even stop to realize how lousy the sex had been—again. After all, it had been weeks and after such a long drought, any sex was good sex. Or at least 'okay sex', whatever that meant. David and Jenna had fared slightly better in the bedroom, but it was nothing like it had been the first few years of their marriage. The next morning, Jenna ordered the game which was called Get a (Sexual) Clue and it arrived Thursday via UPS in a plain, brown wrapper. When it came, she sent Monica a text reminding them it was their turn to host the four of them this Sunday. She also let Monica know about the game and how fun it looked. The game! "Oh, my God," Monica thought to herself. "Shit! I forgot all about that." She and David had had sex for the first time in...who cares? It wasn't great but it was sex and it felt so amazing to finally have an orgasm! And now this. The fact that the sex was lousy reminded her she/they had to try something and as much as she dreaded it, maybe the game really could get this rolling again. Even so, Monica felt the pressure building that always came from something she dreaded. Why had she agreed to this insanity? Then she reminded herself yet again she was barely ahead of Jenna in terms of how many times they'd had sex in recent months. She also thought about last Friday night. She and Michael had actually done it. It however, meant some kissing, a little touching, and then intercourse. Monica had been so relieved to have her husband's cock inside her she forgot how sterile sex had become between them. In fact, this was the best it had been in many, many months. The thought sent a cold chill through her. Maybe this game could help. Lord knew it couldn't get much worse. Or...could it? Having run the same thoughts through her head so many times she felt like a broken record, she let it all go—for a while. After dinner, Jenna told everyone, "Okay, you guys. We need to sit boy-girl in a circle. Each person picks a card with a heart on it and asks the question written on the other side. To make it work, you have to be completely honest. They start out easy then get harder in terms of being more uncomfortable to share your answers. And no one can judge or say anything negative no matter what answer is given, okay?" They all nodded with some amount of apprehension. Everyone had had a glass of wine and each had a second in front of them. The board was on the coffee table and each person sat in a chair on one of the four ends. "Okay, I'll go first," Jenna said surprising no one. The question was: Have you ever cheated on your SO (significant other)? If not have you ever fantasized about cheating? Monica thought to herself, "OMG! If that's an easy question..." Jenna put the card down and said, "No. I have never cheated." She looked at David for added emphasis and said, "And I never will. As to fantasizing? Um, well...yes. Many times and lately...all the time." Monica saw everyone cut their eyes toward everyone else to gauge their reaction, but no one said a word. "Honey, now you answer that question." "No. I've never cheated." He then added, "And I never will." Jenna took his hand and said, "Ah! I love you too, baby." Then he said, "And yes, I've fantasized...a lot. And lately, all the time." Monica forced herself to admit the same thing followed by Michael who essentially repeated what the other three had said. "Okay, next question," Jenna announced. "If you had to be alone on an island with one person of the opposite sex, who would you choose and why?" Jenna put the card down and said, "That's a no-brainer. I'd choose Michael." Monica's eyes opened wide, but before she could speak Jenna said, "Well...it's true! It'd be almost like having David there and since David is my first choice, Michael has to be my second...first choice." The guys chuckled at her sentence structure and she said, "You know what I mean." Again, each of them in turn chose the other person's spouse. "Next question. If you had to have an affair, who would you have it with and why?" To no one's surprise, all of them chose the other person's spouse. What surprised Monica though, was that she found herself wanting to say Jenna's name, but the pressure to conform was enormous. She didn't have Jenna's hutzpah, so she kept her feelings to herself. Still, she had to force herself not to stare at her best friend's pretty face. She'd never really had this kind of feeling before and she wasn't sure where it was coming from because she'd never had any girl-on-girl experience, even in college. Like so many other feelings that made her uncomfortable, Monica stuffed this one down deep inside her. "I'm starting to see a trend here," David said to Michael. "Yeah. Between this and the things we said at the will signing, I have to agree," his brother said. Monica was feeling very uncomfortable again and said, "Maybe it just means we're all really good friends and that we trust each other. Why does there have to be some deeper meaning?" Not wanting to argue, everyone shrugged and let it go. The next question was a level 5 meaning it was the most personal kind. Jenna read it out loud: Having stated your choice for a hypothetical affair, would you be willing to actually have sex with that person? If they are married, would your SO and your first choice's SO allow it? "Okay! That's where I draw my personal line in the sand," Monica said. "I'm not answering that and I'm done playing." "Party pooper!" Jenna said. "Well, I'll answer it. Yes, I would actually have sex with my first choice IF my husband said okay." All eyes were on David. "Um...well...this is still just hypothetical so..." "No it isn't!" Jenna said interrupting her husband. "This is a separate question and the question is would you allow it, yes or no? Come on, be honest and answer the question." David looked at his brother then at Monica before looking back at Michael. "I mean, I know you think Jenna's hot as hell, bro." He realized what he'd just said then looked at Monica and said, "Mon—that's not what I meant. I mean, my brother just thinks Jenna is attractive the same way I think you're attractive and..." Monica felt herself blushing again. She was also angry and angri-ER because she couldn't stop this childhood business of turning red lately. She wanted to say something, but she feared turning an even brighter shade of red. David sensed her discomfort and softened his tone. "Look. What I mean is that if that's what Jenna wanted and you were cool with it—then sure, I'd be okay with that." His eyes went from Michael to Monica who was clearly upset by all this. She was sitting there with her arms crossed and refused to comment. "Michael? You're next. Would you do me if David and Mon said okay?" He could tell his wife was really bothered by this and took the diplomatic way out. "Uh, Monica is the only woman for me. Sorry, but as beautiful as you are, Jenna, I gotta say 'no.'" "Thank you, honey!" Monica said. She turned toward him and kissed him on the cheek. "There's one more level five question left," Jenna said. "No thanks," Monica said flatly. "Count me out." Jenna ignored her best friend and picked it up and read it to the group: Setting aside your first choice for an affair, would you be willing to allow a third person or another couple to join you in love making? If it's one other person, would it be a man or a woman? Monica snorted indicating her displeasure with the question. She also glared at Jenna letting her know she didn't appreciate her not having her back and respecting her feelings. "I'd say 'yes' and the other person would be..." Monica shot a look that said, "If you say my name, so help me God I'll kill you!" And yet more than anything she wanted to hear Jenna say just that. Jenna could tell she was not only crossing a line but potentially harming her friendship. She was aware that everyone else sensed exactly what she was about to say. Instead she set the card down and just said, "Maybe that's enough for tonight." David chimed in and said, "Damn, honey. I was hoping to hear you say you wanted to do it with Monica or some other hot-looking girl!" Monica felt her face doing what she'd been dreading. To try and draw attention away from her crimson face, she said, "Okay! We get it," Monica huffed. "This game stinks!" she said folding her arms again. Michael could tell his wife needed help so he interrupted by saying, "Fantasy is one thing, but we all know Monica's not into women so it's a moot point. So is everything else for that matter. The game was a good idea, Jenn, but I don't think we got any real answers tonight." No one spoke for an uncomfortably long period of time. No one was surprised when Jenna broke the silence. "So did we learn anything tonight?" she asked. "More importantly, has anyone given any thought to actually trying something new?" The look she got from Monica was devastating. "I'm sorry, honey, but we're all sitting here fully aware things are shit in the bedroom. We have all these ideas and feelings and needs, but no one's really saying anything." There were some glances at one another but again, no one spoke. Jenna barreled on. "Okay. How about this? You guys go home and we all agree to discuss the options. And for Monica's sake, we'll include seeing a marriage counselor to try and find a way to make what was working in the past work again. Then next week, we get together at your house and tell each other what we decided." "Uh, yeah. I mean, I guess it couldn't hurt to at least talk about it. We all said we'd never cheat on our spouse, but would it be cheating if, you know, we kind of switched things up? I mean, as long as everyone is okay with a decision, it isn't cheating, right?" Monica shot David one of her looks but he kept on talking. "If Monica, Jenna, and I both agreed to let well, Michael you know...be with Jenna, then, at least in my book, that's not cheating. Mike? Am I being too much of a politician here parsing words or does that make sense?" Michael looked to see if Monica was getting ready to slug him again before saying, "No, I don't think so. About the parsing thing, I mean. Cheating is when one party sneaks around behind the other person's back and has sex or looks for emotional comfort from someone else. So I guess it wouldn't be cheating if everyone was okay with it." He looked at his wife when he said the word 'everyone' and just as he suspected, she shot him a look. "I totally agree!" Jenna said. "That just leaves one of the Four Musketeers as the odd-woman out." Monica just raised her eyebrows when Jenna looked over at her. "Come on, hon. I know you're not happy with the way things are. None of us are. We all love each other and we all love our spouses. Something has to change. Isn't the definition of insanity doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results?" Monica's gaze didn't soften but what Jenna said rang true. Even when she and Michael found time for sex, which wasn't nearly often enough, it was the bare minimum. It was liking giving someone who was starving a crust of bread and some water. It would keep them alive a little longer, but what they really wanted was salad, an entree, dessert, and a fine wine. "Okay, okay. We can talk about it, but it has to include seeing a therapist." "Fair enough!" Jenna exclaimed as though she'd won some big case in court. "Let's do that. We'll talk about what we've been doing, why it isn't working, what we could do to make it work, AND...other possible options. Agreed?" Both husbands said, "Okay. Sure. Agreed." Monica reluctantly said, "All right. I'll...give it a try." Everyone had a third glass of wine as they watched a romantic comedy DVD before saying goodnight. Sadly, Monica felt very uncomfortable among her three best friends. She couldn't help but believe the mood had changed; that the other three seemed genuinely excited to talk about a kind of more open marriage or whatever they'd meant, while she didn't even want to think about it. To make matters worse, she felt like things might never be the same again, and as bad as they'd been lately, staying the same might be preferable to...to...that. And then there was the added (and very uncomfortable) dimension of her inexplicable attraction to Jenna. Monica felt like her head might explode if she didn't die of a shriveled vagina first. As Monica crawled into bed, Michael reached over and put his arm across her. When she didn't respond he said, "Are you mad at me?" "No," she said flatly. "Disappointed is the better word." Michael rested on an elbow and said, "Why, because of something I said?" She didn't answer and Michael told her, "Mon, you're gonna have to talk with me. What's going on here?" Monica finally spoke. "You don't love me anymore. You almost never make love to me and you hardly even touch me lately. And now I find out you'd rather be with Jenna than with me." "What? Where did you get that kind of crazy idea?" he said with total incredulity. "Well, when everyone was talking about you and Jenna you seemed really excited about it," she said. "Well, I couldn't lie. She is attractive. Besides, David seems to have the hots for you and I didn't get upset at that, did I?" "No, but that's different," she told him. "Why? Why is that different?" he asked. "Because he's not my husband. That's why," she said matter-of-factly. "Are you honestly saying you don't find my brother attractive?" "Don't twist my words!" she said angrily. "I'm not twisting anything. I'm asking you a question. Is David attractive to you, yes or no?" Monica had her arms folded across her chest. "He's your identical twin so of course he looks handsome to me, but that doesn't mean I want to have sex with him!" Michael changed tact. "I noticed you got a little bit embarrassed when Jenn mentioned a third person and you immediately changed the subject. Is there anything you want to talk about in that regard?" Monica's frustrations boiled over. Tears welled up in her eyes. She blinked several times then began to cry softly. Michael held her close and said, "Hey? Why the tears? Don't you believe me?" Monica sniffled and said, "I'm just so confused. I don't know what to think anymore—about anything." "What are you confused about, honey?" he asked trying to coax her into talking to him. "This! All of this. You, David, Jenna, me—us. I'm just...confused." "Is that because my brother chose you as his potential other woman or because you chose him?" Monica was crying openly. She shook her head and said, "I guess." Michael thought he realized the real problem and said, "Oh, I get it. It's because Jenna and I chose each other. That's what's bothering you. Okay. That makes sense. But honey, I already told you I'd never..." Monica sat up. Tears streamed down her face. She reached for a tissue as she said, "No, none of that bothers me. It's...it's..." She stopped to blow her nose which was so loud it made both of them laugh. "Sorry," she said as they finished laughing. "It's okay. Don't stop, though. Finish what you were going to say," he said as he sat up next to her. "Promise me you won't say anything or use this against me in the future," she said as she sniffed and dried her eyes. "Use what against you, Mon? What are you talking about?" She reached out for Michael's hand and said, "When we were playing that...game...and Jenna chose the person she wanted to be with..." "Yeah, I remember. She said me. You said that didn't bother you but it did, didn't it?" "No," Monica said. "It really didn't." "Then what? It's okay, honey, you can tell me anything," he assured her. "I hope that's true," she said as she turned to look at him. Her eyes were bloodshot from crying and her face was a mess. "You can," he told her. "You can tell me anything." Monica looked away and back down at the comforter she'd pulled up over her. She took a very deep breath, exhaled slowly to calm herself then said, "Okay. It's just that well...when Jenna said your name...I wanted her to...to say...mine." She squeezed Michael's hand hoping that doing so would somehow mitigate his coming anger. "You...what? You wanted her to say what?" he asked his voice rising on the last word. "I know, I know. It's crazy. I'm sorry I brought it up. It's just that one time we joked about switching teams, you know, and she said if I ever did she hope'd I'd choose her and I was just hoping that...that tonight...she'd choose me. But she chose you. Then, when she had a second chance to choose me...later...as the third person she'd let into her marriage, I panicked and stopped the game." Monica felt tears welling up in her eyes again as she said, "Oh, Michael. I'm so sorry! I should have never said any of that." After hearing what his wife said, Michael sat up straight. "No. It's okay, Mon. Really. In fact, I want to ask you something. Well, two things. Would you really be interested in you know...having sex with Jenna and well...would you also be interested—not hypothetically, but in reality—having sex with David?" Monica immediately felt her tears stop. She grabbed another Kleenex and dabbed her eyes. She looked at her husband to see what his face was telling her. She could see he wasn't angry. In fact, he had a look that was what? Hopeful. Yes, he looked like he was hoping to hear her answer in a particular way. "Yes," she said very quietly. "Because David is so close to being you, it would be...I mean, it would almost be like making love with you. As to Jenna, well, I've had some kind of girl crush or whatever on her for a really long time. I hope you don't hate me, but you asked and I told you the truth." "Not only am I not mad, I think I may have a possible answer to what's been bothering all of us. Let me explain." Michael spent the next half hour pouring out his soul to Monica who listened intently to every word. When he finished, she spent several minutes doing the same. What they discussed was so exciting, he found himself rock hard just thinking about it. Monica saw the large "tent" forming under the blankets and said, "Need some help with that?" Moments later her mouth was taking him deep inside. "Oh, my God! It's been so long since you did that, baby," Michael moaned. Monica loved sucking cock but thought her husband no longer had any interest in that...or in her. Now she understand why. She took him deep into her mouth and held it until she gagged. "Fuck, that feels good!" he moaned. Monica got on top of him, turned around and offered him a delicious 69. After a few minutes of more sucking and carpet munching, she flipped around and guided his throbbing cock into her soaking wet pussy. As he entered her, she gasped loudly. "Oh, fuck!" she whimpered. She began raising up and down as Michael held her under her arms. He felt SO good inside her. As his cock pounded her warm, wet pussy, she remembered how sex had been before. The thought of how it could be—how it might actually be—in the future—made her cum. She pushed hard against Michael's cock running her clit up and down its length. "Cum inside me! Fill my pussy with your cum, honey!" she begged him. Coming Apart at the Seams Michael released months of frustration along with his load of cum into his wife's pussy. As he did, all he could think of was what they'd just discussed and the hope that things could actually be the way he and Monica hoped. As they fell asleep in one another's arms, both of them thought of how they would discuss this during their next get together. More importantly, they wondered how David and Jenna would react. __________ During their next dinner, Jenna couldn't wait to finish before speaking. "Okay, you guys. David and I talked...a LOT...about stuff this week." She looked over at her husband who nodded to indicate she should keep going. She barely got started before Michael and Monica chimed in saying, "Same here! That's what we thought! Exactly!" After twenty minutes the four of them took their wine glasses into the living room and sat down. "So we're all in agreement here? Everyone's okay with the plan?" Michael asked. When he did, he noticed the way Monica and Jenna were looking at each other and said, "I guess we are." David said, "So since we have the smaller place, we'll rent ours out and move in with you guys this week. And as far as relationships go, is there any reason we shouldn't give this a trial run this evening?" There were only smiles and nods of agreement. Jenna stood up and walked over to Monica and held out her hand. "I believe we have a lot of exploring and catching up to do." Monica gave her hand and stood face to face with the beautiful blonde she'd only ever loved as a sister. "You ready, sweetie?" she asked. Monica nodded. Jenna cupped her face and pulled her in close for a first-ever kiss. Monica moaned softly as the guys said, "Oh, yeah! That is so hot! You guys look so good together!" The girls kissed long and passionately before Jenna slid her hand up Monica's side and cupped her soft breast. Monica gasped and did the same to Jenna. "That feels so good, baby," Jenna told her. "Come lay down with me," she whispered. She led Jenna to their bedroom and the guys followed. The girls quickly undressed and Monica lay on her back as Jenna slid in between her legs. "I've wanted to do this for so long, honey," she moaned. "God, your pussy is beautiful! I love it." Jenna's fingers and tongue went to work on her new lover's pussy as the guys also got undressed. Monica was breathing deeply as Jenna sank her fingers deep inside her. "More. Give me more, Jenn. Oh, God that feels so good!" "Go ahead, bro," David told his brother. Michael climbed onto the bed and got behind Jenna. He ran his finger up and down her wet pussy and played with her clit while did the same to Monica. "Fuck!" she moaned. "That feels so good, Michael," she managed to say. "I want you inside me." Michael lined up his cock on his sister's pussy and began to push. There was absolutely no resistance as he slid inside her. "Oh, shit!" she cried out. "Yes! That feels so fucking good!" Michael was hammering her as David, who was on the bed now, too, and on his knees, slid next to Monica. She hungrily grabbed his cock and took it in her mouth. "Shit!" David hissed. "That feels amazing, Mon. Don't stop!" Jenna was slurping loudly as Michael's balls slapped hard against her ass. Monica was gagging on David's hard cock as Jenna bucked while her brother fucked her hard. "Time to switch?" Jenna suggested. Everyone moved back to let Jenna take Monica's place while Monica immediately went down on her new girlfriend. David moved around back and fucked Monica like she hadn't had it in a very long time while Michael offered Jenna his cock, drenched in her pussy juice. The four of them wanted to cum at the same time and they took their cues from Jenna who was having a difficult time keeping Michael in her mouth. "Oh, God!" she cried out. "Oh, fuck! I'm gonna cum!" she screamed. As her body tensed, she managed to stroke Michael's cock as he came all over her pretty face even as Michael shot his load inside Monica's hot pussy. She in turn froze momentarily to allow the sensation to sweep over her body before finishing off Jenna. With the guys drained and the girls satisfied, everyone lay down next to each other on the king-sized bed. "My God!" Jenna exclaimed. "Why did it take us so long to figure this out?" "That's probably my fault," Monica said. "But thank God we finally did." "That was amazing," Michael said. "Your wife is amazing, bro," David told him. "I kinda like yours, too," Michael said. All of them agreed there was nothing hotter than watching the girls love each other. Monica's head was on Jenna's chest. She reached up and gently swirled her fingers around Jenna's nipple which once again became very hard. "Mmmm. Someone wants more," she said softly. "I'd like that, too." As Monica slipped back between Jenna's long, slender legs, both of the guys found themselves rising to the challenge. This time, Michael started off by taking his own wife hard doggie style while David offered Jenna his cock, still wet from Monica's pussy. As they all came a second time with the brother's coming in their sisters' pussies, each of them lay thinking about their future together and the future looked bright indeed! __________ Nine months later, when both women gave birth to their healthy baby boys, no one cared who the fathers were. All that mattered was that both of them would have four caring parents who would love them with all their hearts. And by combining and sharing expenses, money was no longer the issue it had been. Love was in the air and it filled the Thomas home day and night.