It was an absolutely beautiful afternoon on my deck. The sun felt good. The radio was playing. I had afterglow from a shocking session of insane sex not long ago. I had a good buzz from my potent weed. Between the weed and the sex, my mind reeled with the possibilities. It just couldn’t be any better at that moment!
In what seemed like no time at all an hour had passed. Sally pulled into the driveway and stayed in her car. I waved to her from the deck and turned to tell Renee that Sally was here. I turned back to Sally, who was still in the car and gave her a “thumbs up” sign to communicate that Renee was on her way out. Sally blew a suggestive kiss through the windshield and smiled.
Stepping through the sliding glass door into the house I saw Renee frantically gathering her purse and jacket. I’d seen her do this so many times before with her vanilla friends back home. I always wished at the time she would use the movie excuse to have sex with some big cock. It was my favorite fantasy for a really long time. That got blown away big time!
Renee gave me a quick peck on the lips and said, “Love you, baby! See you in a couple hours or so. We may get a coffee or something after the movie.”
“Okay, love you, babe! Have fun!” I said so routinely.
I stood at the railing of the deck as I watched Renee get into the car and drive away with Sally. I’d done this same thing from the driveway back home dozens of times when she’d go see chick flicks with her friends. It felt so similar and so benign and yet it was clear that this was distinctly different. I felt a rush as I lingered on the thought.
In the old days, Renee would be resistant to even discuss sex, let alone trying anything out of the norm. Her reluctance led me to discover my sexual interests through porn. At the beginning it was Penthouse Letters, then the Internet really gave me access to nearly anything I could imagine.
I loved all of it! I was especially drawn to the stories. The videos are great but when my imagination kicks in it’s much better to me. I found stories that had a theme of a conservative wife who had an unconventional friend. I dreamed of such a thing happening for real! I knew I would never be able to convince my wife on my own that sex could be recreational. The reality was that all her friends at home were just like her. I always felt that a good deal of her justification came from the influence of those friends.
My present dreamlike state was a result of a dream become reality. My wife had found that unconventional friend I dreamed of for so long. There was no reason for all of this. Planets must have aligned or something. I couldn’t get a handle on it and I didn’t really care to question my good fortune.
It might have been because I was high but for some reason, I wasn’t suspicious about Renee leaving with Sally. I truly believed they were off to the movies. I guess I’d seen her leave so many times with her vanilla friends that Sally became one of them. She really didn’t look much different than Renee’s other friends. Sally was different though. I felt an odd sense of security. This morning’s session relieved me of the insecurities I was feeling. I felt more included in some way.
I snapped my mind back to the present. I had the house to myself. I could do whatever I wanted. Discounting sex as the obvious answer, I have two other favorite activities at the coast. The first is “deck time”: having a smoke, listening to the radio and looking at porn and everything else on the laptop. The second is going to the beach and hunting for sea glass. Since porn didn’t have the draw at the present I opted for the latter.
I have a giant jar of sea glass at our coast house. The beaches near our house are a mixture of sandy parts and coarser pebble-like parts. It is perfect for finding sea glass. Our area on the coast is not very populated and many times I’m the only person on the beach. It’s great therapy to focus your mind on seeing the colors and being away from everything else. The solitude is so refreshing!
I grabbed my lucky plastic bag, loaded a bowl for the beach and jumped in the car. It’s a short drive to my favorite hunting spot on the beach. I got to my spot and set out on the soft sand. Some days you see the light just right or you look in just the right direction and you find several pieces of glass. Other days you struggle to find one tiny piece not much larger than a grain of sand.
Many times before, my mind would concoct fantasies related to my hunt for sea glass. I would imagine Renee telling me that her boyfriend was coming over to fuck her and that I couldn’t return until I had fifteen pieces of sea glass. Fifteen pieces of glass in an outing was unusual for me. I’d typically have this fantasy when I struggled to find pieces. I had taken such a simple thing as walking on the beach and I made it sexual. It felt like an addiction then; now I realized they were all just thoughts and I stopped judging myself so harshly.
I found a few pieces early on and walked on to my favorite spot to discreetly smoke my bowl. As is often the case, the light and the weed give you a different perspective on the search back. I found six more pieces in addition to the three I found on the way up. Amongst those, I had found at least four different colors: green, clear, blue and amber. I always call a “four-color” day, a good day hunting. I made my way to the car and drove home.
Renee was still out with Sally when I got to the house. I made myself a glass of iced tea, set down my lucky bag with the day’s results and instinctively made my way to the deck for “deck time”. Porn’s allure had returned. I was just about to settle in when Sally and Renee pulled into the driveway. I waved from where I had stood earlier. Renee climbed out of the car after giving a peck on Sally’s cheek, which was returned similarly. Sally blew me another kiss and drove away.