What are good friends for? Chapter 1

Tom was feeling frustrated, frustrated and angry that Arlene, his wife of 17 years wasn’t here at home. She was at her bloody mothers, the old hag as usual clicked her fingers and Arlene came running like a good little girl.

Tom didn’t know why her mother needed her this time and really didn’t care but it was probably some big imaginary emergency of the old hag.

“Why can’t the bitch just curl up and die and leave Arlene alone to lead her life as a wife to me and as a mother to Kate and not fucking lackey of her fucking mother.” This was a common thought of Tom’s, it would often be accompanied with a vivid picture of the old hag falling down her stairs at home, braking her neck as her head bounced off the steps a few times. The vivid picture would end with Tom being at the top of stairs, his face full of mock concern after he “Accidently” tripped her up.

Tom was grinding his teeth in his frustration, his anger wasn’t targeted at his wife, he knew why she kept running to her mothers and it was as much out of guilt as much as out of love for her mother.

5 years previously her mother did have a real life emergency, she had a heart attack, collapsed and she was practically unconscious for over 2 days, until Arlene had popped around for a cuppa and a chat on a Sunday afternoon.

Arlene’s mother never forgave her for leaving her like that for so long and Arlene’s guilt never dulled and the old hag knew this and milked it for all it was worth.

Tom was angry and frustrated because his wife should be here with her naked ass in the air, her face buried in a pillow and Tom’s fat cock buried in Arlene’s cunt. She had been away for 2 days and Tom needed relief. It would be another day at least before he could fuck his wife. When Arlene was at home they would fuck at least twice a day, even after 17 years of marriage.

He still loved his wife; he loved her with all his heart and soul. They met at school when they were 15 and became sweethearts. They married when they both hit 18 and 10 months later they had a beautiful daughter, Kate, now 17 years old. She was the apple of his eye.

Kate was also at the old hag’s house with her mum.

He had never strayed, never had an affair and never fucked anybody else except his Arlene. And for Arlene it was the same, Tom was the only man who had fucked her.

That’s not to say Tom didn’t have his fantasies, the girls he would imagine fucking while his cock was buried deep in Arlene. The actress such as Gwyneth Paltrow or it would be whole of the girl band Girls Aloud, especially the ginger one. Sometimes it could even be some sexy slut in skin tight jeans and big tits just walking along the street, her ass jiggling from side to side and her tits were bouncing up and down. Tome would close his eyes and imagine the girl just getting on her knees and pulling out his fat cock and taking him in the middle of the street.

He also had a fantasy that shamed him a little as she was 16 and a daughter to a good friend of his.

Tom fired up his laptop at his desk, if he couldn’t fuck his wife and as some slut wasn’t nearby taking his cock in her mouth, he would have to get his relief from watching a few porn clips.