The Weekend Ch. I

Linda struggled to close the suitcase, it seemed she always over packed. After a few futile moments of straining, she called for Marc to come help her. Naturally, he teased her about her packing habits as he latched the case. Turning to walk back into the den, he felt her hand upon his arm. "Marc, I'm going to miss you, are you sure you don't mind Cindy and I going to Chicago?"

With the warm smile that always captured her, he replied "Of course not baby, you two go have fun but remember, just because there is a limit on the credit card – that doesn't mean you have to achieve it." He tipped her chin up and kissed her softly.

Watching him walk away, Linda again felt she was wonderfully lucky to have found a man that suited her so well. Glancing at her watch, she realized she was late and would have to rush in order to avoid yet another scolding from Cindy. It was late Friday afternoon and the traffic would be awful. Most likely they had a three-hour drive ahead of them and she knew how much Cindy hated to be made to wait.

Stopping at the door, she called out, "Cody, Marc, you guys have fun this weekend, I'll call you Saturday morning." As usual, there was no response from their 19-year-old son, but Marc replied with his usual good humor "And you girls have fun, I'll see you Sunday evening."

* * * *

Cathy loved Ron, but he could be so impossible at times. He knew how she hated to be delayed when her plans were set, yet he insisted on again going through with their departure ritual. For years, whenever one of them was to be away overnight, Ron had insisted that Cathy take care of his physical needs one last time before they parted. Presumably, this was intended to keep him from any thought of needing another woman's attention. Cathy knew, however, it was just a case of sexual greed. The man was insatiable – but at least his desires were focused only on her. With an annoyed brush of her hand, Cathy forced his long fingers out of her hair. Pulling back and letting his hardness slip from her mouth, she said "Don't mess up my hair, damn it, or you can forget cuming."

With a soft moan, his hands fell to his sides and Cathy returned to the work at hand. She was on her knees in their bedroom, fully dressed and ready to go. She could tell Ron was getting close and so she worked hard to finish him off. From outside she heard a car pull up and a horn toot – that must be Linda. Reaching under Ron's large balls, she teased his ass with her long fingertip and sucked harder and faster on the thick nob that filled her mouth. Probing a bit firmer, she felt him stiffen and then begin to release into her mouth. Groaning loudly, he emptied his balls. With each jet, Cathy swallowed until finally there were only small drops oozing out onto her tongue. With a final swallow, she looked up and said, "I hope to god that satisfies you – at least until Sunday night when I get home." However, her frustration with him softened when his lopsided grin appeared "Oh Cat, you are the perfect wife, and you know I always pay you back when you come home."

Wiping a bit of cum from her chin she said, "Don't worry – you will be paying me back as well as paying for this trip." Standing up, she gave his thick cock and balls a final squeeze and whispered "These are mine, don't even think about anything else…"

The sound of Linda's horn caused her to cuss under her breath and she grabbed her bag and headed for the door. Glancing down the hallway, she called out to her 18-year-old daughter "Lisa, have a nice weekend, and call my cell phone if you need anything, you know you can't count on Daddy."

"Bye Mom, have fun with Linda," came the reply only partially drowned out by the music that filled her daughter's room.

* * * *

Tossing her bag in the back seat, Cathy climbed into her friend's car. "Hiya Thelma, are you ready for this?"

"Damn-right Louise, I've been ready for this all week!"

It seemed silly for two women fast approaching 40 to act so silly, but as life-long friends, they had always shared a special connection. Cathy leaned over to give Linda a kiss on the cheek "Thanks for driving, you know how nuts it makes me."

Catching a slight scent of musk on her friends breath, Linda smiled and turned, "I'm glad you gave Ron a nice goodbye…"

"Ohhh, that man, I could just kill him sometimes" Cathy laughed, "but it's the little things that have kept us together all these years." Settling back into the seat, she adjusted the radio and within a mile or two the friends were laughing and singing along with the latest pop hits.

* * * *

It was early evening and the warm spring sunshine was slowly draining from the sky. Marc picked up the portable phone and punched the speed dial for Ron and Cathy's number. After a couple rings Ron's deep voice answered. Marc wasn't much for small talk, so he got right to the point "Hey man, I have a bottle of scotch that needs some attention, come on over." Marc knew Ron enjoyed whiskey, especially when it was someone else's. "Ok, let me find out what Lisa is doing tonight, I'll be over in 20 minutes…" Ron responded.

Pouring himself a drink, Marc though about his wife and Cathy's trip to Chicago. He had some very specific questions for Ron and anticipated having to knock down more than a couple drinks to get to the point he felt comfortable asking. A few minutes later there was a knock at the door and the friends exchanged a vigorous handshake. Supplying Ron with a drink, Marc suggested they go into the den and relax.

* * * *

The traffic was awful, but at least the music and companionship was good. As Linda nd Cathy inched along, they noticed a liquor store beside the highway. Without a thought, Linda pulled over and Cathy ran in for a four pack of wine coolers and some paper cups. Giggling as they pulled back into the traffic, they sipped the carbonated wine and eventually Cathy began to relax. As they talked, their conversation naturally revolved around their families – specifically their husbands. Having known each other for so very long, it seemed there were few details of the other's life that they had not shared. Linda was always surprised, however, at how easily Cathy volunteered information and this trip was proving to be no exception. When they opened their second wine cooler, they were only 20 minutes from downtown.

"You know, Linda, you really caught me off guard when you made that crack about my pleasing Ron before we left."

Cathy shifted in her seat and smiled at her friend.

"Well, what do you expect when you lean over to give me a hug with his scent all over you" laughed Linda.

"True, god he is awful.. I guess I just can't say no when he uses those puppydog eyes."

"Hey, I'm not blaming you… I only wish Marc were as direct." Linda said with a little wink.

"Hmmmm.. we better stop talking about this, or I might make you turn around and go back" teased Cathy.

"No way Louise, this is OUR weekend and the guys are not going to keep us from having a good time!"

They both laughed and continued sipping the wine coolers.

* * * *

After a couple of drinks, the guys conversation slowly drifted from sports to their other favorite pastime – sex. Marc had always been impressed with Ron and Cathy's openness to sexual conversation. It seems that he and Linda could never be that direct or that open-minded. Their casual locker room chat was broken by Cody's yell from the kitchen "Dad, I'm going out, I'll be back later." "Alright son, be careful" called Marc.

"That boy is driving me crazy" confided Marc.

"Yeah, I know what you mean, Lisa has not been the same the last couple of years… I guess they are growing up on us."

"Yes, I'm afraid they are, ready for another scotch?" offered Marc as he stood up.

"You bet. This is damn fine stuff." Ron stretched out in the leather armchair.

Returning with fresh drinks, Marc sat down opposite his friend and with a nervous gesture near his mouth he started… "Ron, there is something I want to ask you about the girls."

"Sure, go for it, what's on your mind"

"Well, I trust Linda completely, and I would give her anything in the world she wanted… but…"

"But what?" Ron leaned closer his dark brown eyes looking deep into his friend's troubled face.

"Have you ever wondered if the girls meet other men on these little weekend trips?" There, he finally said it… now he could only hope his friend wouldn't get mad that he had just suggested that Cathy might be cheating on him.

"Well… that's a hell of a good question and one I have thought of often over the past several years." Sipping his drink, Ron considered for a minute "No, I really don't think so. Sure they might flirt, even dance with some guys, but I don't think they are up there getting laid. Besides, you know as well as I do, they can't have too much time for playing around with all the damage they do to our credit cards."

Laughing, Marc admitted that was likely true.

"Besides, if anyone had anything to worry about, it would be me, not you old buddy. Linda is a straight arrow, but my Cathy… now I could imagine she might test the waters once in a while." Ron sipped his drink and watched carefully to see what reaction that remark would have on his friend.

"Well, Cathy is beautiful, there is no doubt about it, but .. well… I don't know… I was just curious" stammered Marc.

"Common man, what's bothering you?" Ron stood up to fixthem both another round.

"I guess I'm not really sure. Ever since they started talking about this trip, I haven't been able to stop thinking that there is another reason they are going to Chicago." Marc bowed his head and sipped his drink.

"Look, if it bothers you that much, we will wait up and call them really late. I'll say it was my fault that we woke them up and they will pass it off as us just having too many drinks." which, Ron thought, might very well be true.

"That's a good idea, but I guess… well… it's not like it really bothers me…" Marc's voice trailed off again.

"What are you talking about, you just said you can't stop thinking they might be meeting some guys… oh… wait a minute… are you saying what I think you are saying?" a small smile spread over Ron's face.

"Yeah, I think I am… damn Ron… it doesn't bother me, it excites me" admitted Marc.

"Well that's pretty normal, I've read most men think about that kind of thing once in a while." suggested Ron, sipping more whiskey and very much liking the turn in conversation.

"You think? Well, maybe… I guess it just bothers me that I think about it the ways that I do." said Marc "I mean, a man shouldn't get turned on thinking about stuff like that…"

"I wouldn't say that, hell man, I think about it all the time." laughed Ron.

"You… oh.. bullshit… you are just teasing me now…" Marc laughed in turn.

"Yeah.. a little.. but I understand it.. Linda is a damn fine woman. I've seen the second looks she gets.. as I am sure you have too."

"Yes, I have" Marc shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "Look, we can talk about something else if you want to" said Ron, noticing his friend's discomfort.

"Do you really think Linda is hot?" Marc's eyes came up to meet his friend's.

* * * *

As Cody walked out of the house, he softly chuckled. Leave it to Lisa to take advantage of a situation. Straddling his Honda, he slipped the helmet over his head and started the motor.

After a few minutes, he pulled into the long driveway of his parent's friend's house. Parking his bike around back, he nearly ran up the back steps and opened the kitchen door.

There, just as expected, was Lisa waiting for him with a bottle of beer and a very sexy smile. Her jeans were tight through the hips and thigh and then flared at the cuff. Her tee shirt rode up a little across her flat tummy and exposed the small gold navel ring she wore there. Stepping up to her, his left hand circled the cold glass of the beer bottle while his right casually but confidently caressed her left breast… feeling the nipple harden under the colorful cotton fabric.

She was a small girl, only just over five feet tall, but even as a sophomore she was universally regarded as having the best tits of any of the girls who hung out at the contry club.. Cody knew the accolades were well deserved; since, over the last 8 months he had been with all of her potential rivals. As she stepped closer to kiss him, he again silently thanked his dad for the motorcycle that had changed his entire social life.