Out on the deck she could hear them frolicking. It was Bear Week and her neighbors had rented their place to a hearty group of ursines. Oh my! How she loved Bears!
It was just like a slumber party that she wasn’t invited to. They had warned her, “The pool is OK, but you better stay out of the hot tub.” And then they all laughed like it was some private joke.
She knew what was going on over there and it was driving her nuts… like a dog in heat that begs to be let out the front door. She wished she could see over the fence that separated her place from her neighbors.
There was a burst of masculine laughter and then some quiet talking… Another burst of laughter and some low grunting let her know that a round robin of sexual prowess was taking place in between the good natured teasing that usually accompanies an all male group.
Gawd! How she wished she could watch and smell it all! But these men had no use for a woman. It’s not that they didn’t have female friends; they did, but they preferred the company of other men like themselves. Big burly men who didn’t try to disguise their girth, gusto, or sexual orientation.
They were all her type. She liked a man with a pot belly and hair on his back who might be a little thin on top. The bigger and hairier the better. She liked the feel of a large man on top of her who had the smell of testosterone and the body hair to match.
But none of these guys would give her the time of day. Luckily she had her own version of a Bear living right in the same house with her… her husband, Jack. He would be getting a pleasant surprise tonight. Her mind was so full of fantasy that she could barely get through work.
At the bar everyone was joking around. Someone went to the restroom and called out, “It sure stinks in here! What did you kill?” They all eyed the last fellow who had been in there.
“Well, it smells like love to me,” someone else said. They all laughed and someone bought another round.
Kristie noticed one particularly hairy fellow dressed in a ruffled black and blue petty coat, blue sparkly eye shadow, a day glow orange tank top, and work boots with orange cuffed socks. She couldn’t resist making a remark, “Tonight I’m going home and have a fantasy about you while I’m fucking my husband.”
“Oh please!” he said in a tacky little voice, like there would never be a chance in Hell as far as he was concerned. Later that night Jack confessed that he had been felt up by one of the guys while walking down the street. He was only mildly upset that someone had the nerve to feel up his ass a little too brazenly.
Kristie explained, “Oh, he was just testing the waters, Honey, to see if you were game. The gossip is that we only play together…” The truth was that they didn’t play at all except with each other. Kristie could have all the fantasies she wanted about pirates, Bears, and that stripper with the fuzzy ass, but she would only play with Jack.
“Maybe now you will know what it’s like to be a woman,” Kristie said as she began his seduction. Jack had his own fantasies that involved lipstick lesbians and voluptuous sluts. It was a match made in Heaven.
(First published 8/1/12)
