Same Time Next Week - Sex Stories

Same Time Next Week

Though Beau and I were busy with work and family, we made a point to get together for pizza and beer every Thursday evening. Our wives found the ritual endearing, so they tolerated it without complaint. Now that it was October, night descended far more quickly, and it was already dark when I entered the restaurant. "Sorry I'm late," I told my friend. "Shit got crazy just before I left work. You know how it is."

"I sure do. And it's no problem, Dennis. I ordered our usual." Beau wore a t-shirt and jeans, while I was still in business casual. I poured myself a glass of beer from the pitcher on the table, then took several big swallows. I noticed Beau regarding me with a raised eyebrow. Though he and I were the same age, a little over forty, I thought he looked at least five years younger. My graying hair was starting to thin at the crown, but Beau's was still full and dark. He wore his a little longer than my workplace would have deemed appropriate, but then, Beau always got away with stuff like that. He was a charmer through and through.

"It's been a shitty week," I told him before gulping down even more beer.

"I'm definitely sensing that." He leaned forward, arms crossed on the table. "You want to talk about it?"

"Ah, work's always stressful; I feel like I'm constantly putting out fires there. And Connie..." I hesitated to say anything about my wife, even to Beau. I knew I could trust him, but it still felt wrong to discuss intimate details of my marriage. Beau ...

... and his wife seemed happy enough, so I had to wonder if my issue with Connie was because of something I was doing wrong.

Our pizza arrived before I could say anything else. Beau and I always ordered it with the works, and it was always delicious. I didn't realize how hungry I was until I took that first bite. "So what were you saying about Connie? Is everything okay?" Beau asked before starting on his own slice.

"Oh, yeah. It's just that there's very little, uh, action going on in the bedroom," I said. Beau listened intently while keeping his expression neutral. "And don't get me wrong; I understand Connie is even busier than I am. She's a mom working a full-time job, and since she's in her mid-forties, I'm thinking there might be hormonal stuff happening. The nights are cooler now, but she runs the A/C full blast because of hot flashes." My friend nodded but didn't speak. "Anyway, the last thing I'm going to do is complain to her about the lack of sex, but physically, it's a little frustrating." Releasing a sigh, I decided to shut the hell up and focus on drinking my beer.

"Hey, I understand," Beau said. "Sandra and I still have sex about once a week, but..."

I couldn't hide my shock. Once a week? I would have given my left nut to be having sex once a week! I was lucky to get it once a month. Holding up my hand to stop my friend, I said, "You hear that, Beau? That's the sound of the world's tiniest violin playing for you right now."

"Hey, fuck you, man!" Beau ...