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Chapter IV – If Hubby’s Out, Somebody Gotta Take Care of me (based on Lovers, No.30 , Marvel, Nov. 1950)

My husband Bret spends too much of his time away on his job. He works with technology stuff and his occupation makes him travel around the world to help the company’s hubs and subsidiaries. And, as you can imagine, I spend many time alone at home.

I think I could complain about it, because it’s hard for a wife be without her husband for many time frames. Most of my frustration comes when at night, when I am alone and there is no one to take care of my urges. Countless nights without having someone by my side, without a body that can protect me and give me pleasure. Only God knows the times that I longed to see Bret close to my body and give me all what I desire. Make me feel complete, as husbands and wives should be.

Even without him for several stretches of time, I never considered cheat on him. Many people asked me if I never had dreams about other men. I cannot deny that never had, but I was so faithful to my husband that, to me, I was like Penelope waiting for Ulysses. I could not think about other man that wasn’t Bret. This is about men, because on the other hand…

Pat Neycer might be my bestest friend in my whole life. She is my neighbor and knows a lot how I feel when Bret is away. She was pretty much the one who stood with me every time I was alone at home; she always came to see how I was and if I needed something. She was always my safe place when I was sad, complaining because Bret wasn’t around to satisfy me, to protect me, to be my husband. I thank God everyday for her exist and to be my friend.

And one of those things I will ever thank God is that, through her, I found out that I could have someone to care about me without worrying about my marriage. Yes, that kind of ‘care’. Pat and I are the kind of friends that talk about anything to each other. And she was nearly the one at the receiving end of my complaints about my sex life.

“I can’t believe how you could stick with me for so long, Pat…”

“You know that I am your friend, Sylvia. I am there for you anytime you want”

“I know… but sometimes I wish that Bret was here as well”

“Please, not again! You knew where you were about to get when you married him. You knew his job makes me travel the world”

“Don’t you think that I don’t know? I’ve been telling the world and I don’t know why I keep telling…”

“I know that must be bad to you don’t have your husband around, especially when you need the most. You tell me about it everyday, Sylvia”

“What can I do? I cannot lie”

“I know you can’t. But you knew pretty well that you were to endure such thing”

I don’t know from where Pat took the patience to hear me every single day without having the need to leave me or punch me in the face. Maybe because she was single and also needed someone to rely. I was the one that heard her pleas to end her loneliness in return to the times she helped me with my husband-less issues.

And one of those issues she decided to put an end in great style. To be truthful to you readers, never in my wildest dreams I would realize that Pat could have the right remedy for my lonely heart. And, to add a hint of irony, it was Pat herself that made me not deprived anymore of my sexual pleasure. How did it happen?

It happened last year. That time, Bret took a month away at the other side of the country to help a friend of his that became manager of the company there. I hadn’t touched him for longer times, but it was the first time in months his job had him away from home for more than a week or two. Of course, as the good and devoted wife I am, I had to accept it. But inside myself, it would a freaking month without having his dick inside my holes!

Quickly, Pat was at the rescue. The next day he left, she was at my door and she knew that I would complain about being alone. And so I did, I could not feel anything different than that. I knew that bothered her but there wasn’t anything else to do other than that. And I believe that was the spark that made things happen.

“A month? What is he doing there that will take a whole month?”

“Bret told me they are changing stuff there and his team was needed… He couldn’t say no to this”

“But this is the longest he will be away!”

“I know. But what else can I do? I can’t stop him from his job. Even if I feel that I need to, it’s what pays our bills Pat”

“Just hope you don’t go overboard about it, Sylvia. This time, you will stay away from him for more than the usual. And I know how you feel sad because Bret is not there”

“Don’t you think that I already Am?”

“Okay, Sylvia. Enough of that. You know that I am going to take care of you. I always do, you know that”

“But you don’t take care of me the way I wanted Bret to be right now. I want to be with him… feel his body, touch his body, sleep with him and listen to the angels”

“Actually, that kind of ‘taking care’ I can do as well”

“Eh? What?”

“Come on, Sylvia! I think you know exactly what I mean”

Were my ears not hearing enough? Or I just heard what I did? Did Pat suggested she could ‘take care of me’ like Bret does? I mean, is she trying to say that she could sleep with? A lesbian relationship?

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t try to play coy with me, Sylvia. You know exactly what I mean”

“But… You?”

“I am not gay, Sylvia. Just had an insight that it’s the only way I can help you better”

“I don’t understand… well, it’s not that I wouldn’t say yes… is that… is too outlandish. Even for me, you know that, even if I remained faithful for all this time, I do not rule out anything”

“If you don’t rule out anything, I think I can be your ‘replacement lovemaking being’ when Bret is away working”

I won’t lie the idea seemed too tempting to be discarded. But what about Bret? What if he learns I am sleeping with my best friend while he is away? And what about me? Am I crazy if I say yes? Am I unfaithful? Or what the heart can’t feel what the eyes can’t see’?

You know already what is my answer, right? I thought but I knew that my sexual urges were too much to be repressed by a whole month. And not counting days and weeks… I decided to go for it and, when I got myself, was kissing Pat!

“Wow wow what?! W-what!?”

“This answers your question. Pat?”

“B-But I didn’t knew that you are so much into it!”

“Now I am! Gosh, I need sex so much! And you will be the one who will give me that”

“Ok. Jump in, Sylvia. The train is taking the road”

I must be so horny that moment (or all my suppressed horniness came back like a train) because I just jumped at Pat and started to rip her clothes. First, the upper ones where I sucked her boobs. And then, down there, where I left her fully naked. Apart of her hat, nothing else kept me apart from sex.

“I feel like I didn’t ate in days!”

“Feel free to serve yourself, dear!”

And I did! I don’t know how to explain that, but I pretty much learned that I love pussy. I just dove into that snatch and ate like I was a lesbian for life. I swear, Pat just told me I was the best right after I began to eat her. And I started to wonder if that bitch swung both ways, because for a girl like her moan just by another girl licking her, it might be her singledom isn’t only because of lack of men.

“Gosh, Sylvia. Your are better than any of my boyfriends”

See? I really wonder if she was all the time trying to get into my skirt, and guess if that is correct, I caved it because I wanted. Well, tasting her pussy was an amazing thing, licking, kissing and sucking her slit. I can just imagine the time I lost feeling sorry for myself and trying to act the ‘good faithful wife’ while I could have Pat to give me that kind of ‘support’. But enough with crying, time to enjoy some snatch!

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

“I should had done this much earlier”

It didn’t take too much, like a half-hour to make Pat orgasm. And, girl, it was that one! That one you have to recover like ten minutes before you even go to the bathroom. And soon was my turn, and now all the pleasure I denied myself was about to be given by Pat.

“Now I’ll take care of you the way Bret should”

As I did with her, she removed my clothes while she kissed me and fondled by boobs. The bigger prize, however, was ‘down there’ and she didn’t lose any second to taste my cunt. Dear Lord, it was heaven to me! Not even Bret is capable to do what she did to me. She licks pussy better than him! Look at me saying that…

“Pat! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Lick me! I want you! Now!”

“Yes! This is what I want!”

Anyway, that freaking Pat saved my life. She licked my pussy until there was no tomorrow. Or actually to the orgasm. Not one, but four! I had for orgasms that day with her. Can you believe? She gave me what Bret’s work trips took me in many ways. After she made me cum, I had to thank her for what she did to me

“I wouldn’t be alive if it wasn’t you, Pat”

“Thank me later, darling… Now I am here to take care of you”

“You did. And want you to take care of me some more”

From then on, Pat became my sexual ‘caretaker’, always coming to my aid when my sexual urges came. She always had her turns when Bret is away and, I have to say, she does many things better than him. And guess you might ask if Bret knows anything about it. Well, let’s save it for another time.
(I do not own Lovers. based on Lovers, No.30 , Marvel, Nov. 1950)

My husband Bret spends too much of his time away on his job. He works with technology stuff and his occupation makes him travel around the world to help the company’s hubs and subsidiaries. And, as you can imagine, I spend many time alone at home.

I think I could complain about it, because it’s hard for a wife be without her husband for many time frames. Most of my frustration comes when at night, when I am alone and there is no one to take care of my urges. Countless nights without having someone by my side, without a body that can protect me and give me pleasure. Only God knows the times that I longed to see Bret close to my body and give me all what I desire. Make me feel complete, as husbands and wives should be.

Even without him for several stretches of time, I never considered cheat on him. Many people asked me if I never had dreams about other men. I cannot deny that never had, but I was so faithful to my husband that, to me, I was like Penelope waiting for Ulysses. I could not think about other man that wasn’t Bret. This is about men, because on the other hand…

Pat Neycer might be my bestest friend in my whole life. She is my neighbor and knows a lot how I feel when Bret is away. She was pretty much the one who stood with me every time I was alone at home; she always came to see how I was and if I needed something. She was always my safe place when I was sad, complaining because Bret wasn’t around to satisfy me, to protect me, to be my husband. I thank God everyday for her exist and to be my friend.

And one of those things I will ever thank God is that, through her, I found out that I could have someone to care about me without worrying about my marriage. Yes, that kind of ‘care’. Pat and I are the kind of friends that talk about anything to each other. And she was nearly the one at the receiving end of my complaints about my sex life.

“I can’t believe how you could stick with me for so long, Pat…”

“You know that I am your friend, Sylvia. I am there for you anytime you want”

“I know… but sometimes I wish that Bret was here as well”

“Please, not again! You knew where you were about to get when you married him. You knew his job makes me travel the world”

“Don’t you think that I don’t know? I’ve been telling the world and I don’t know why I keep telling…”

“I know that must be bad to you don’t have your husband around, especially when you need the most. You tell me about it everyday, Sylvia”

“What can I do? I cannot lie”

“I know you can’t. But you knew pretty well that you were to endure such thing”

I don’t know from where Pat took the patience to hear me every single day without having the need to leave me or punch me in the face. Maybe because she was single and also needed someone to rely. I was the one that heard her pleas to end her loneliness in return to the times she helped me with my husband-less issues.

And one of those issues she decided to put an end in great style. To be truthful to you readers, never in my wildest dreams I would realize that Pat could have the right remedy for my lonely heart. And, to add a hint of irony, it was Pat herself that made me not deprived anymore of my sexual pleasure. How did it happen?

It happened last year. That time, Bret took a month away at the other side of the country to help a friend of his that became manager of the company there. I hadn’t touched him for longer times, but it was the first time in months his job had him away from home for more than a week or two. Of course, as the good and devoted wife I am, I had to accept it. But inside myself, it would a freaking month without having his dick inside my holes!

Quickly, Pat was at the rescue. The next day he left, she was at my door and she knew that I would complain about being alone. And so I did, I could not feel anything different than that. I knew that bothered her but there wasn’t anything else to do other than that. And I believe that was the spark that made things happen.

“A month? What is he doing there that will take a whole month?”

“Bret told me they are changing stuff there and his team was needed… He couldn’t say no to this”

“But this is the longest he will be away!”

“I know. But what else can I do? I can’t stop him from his job. Even if I feel that I need to, it’s what pays our bills Pat”

“Just hope you don’t go overboard about it, Sylvia. This time, you will stay away from him for more than the usual. And I know how you feel sad because Bret is not there”

“Don’t you think that I already Am?”

“Okay, Sylvia. Enough of that. You know that I am going to take care of you. I always do, you know that”

“But you don’t take care of me the way I wanted Bret to be right now. I want to be with him… feel his body, touch his body, sleep with him and listen to the angels”

“Actually, that kind of ‘taking care’ I can do as well”

“Eh? What?”

“Come on, Sylvia! I think you know exactly what I mean”

Were my ears not hearing enough? Or I just heard what I did? Did Pat suggested she could ‘take care of me’ like Bret does? I mean, is she trying to say that she could sleep with? A lesbian relationship?

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t try to play coy with me, Sylvia. You know exactly what I mean”

“But… You?”

“I am not gay, Sylvia. Just had an insight that it’s the only way I can help you better”

“I don’t understand… well, it’s not that I wouldn’t say yes… is that… is too outlandish. Even for me, you know that, even if I remained faithful for all this time, I do not rule out anything”

“If you don’t rule out anything, I think I can be your ‘replacement lovemaking being’ when Bret is away working”

I won’t lie the idea seemed too tempting to be discarded. But what about Bret? What if he learns I am sleeping with my best friend while he is away? And what about me? Am I crazy if I say yes? Am I unfaithful? Or what the heart can’t feel what the eyes can’t see’?

You know already what is my answer, right? I thought but I knew that my sexual urges were too much to be repressed by a whole month. And not counting days and weeks… I decided to go for it and, when I got myself, was kissing Pat!

“Wow wow what?! W-what!?”

“This answers your question. Pat?”

“B-But I didn’t knew that you are so much into it!”

“Now I am! Gosh, I need sex so much! And you will be the one who will give me that”

“Ok. Jump in, Sylvia. The train is taking the road”

I must be so horny that moment (or all my suppressed horniness came back like a train) because I just jumped at Pat and started to rip her clothes. First, the upper ones where I sucked her boobs. And then, down there, where I left her fully naked. Apart of her hat, nothing else kept me apart from sex.

“I feel like I didn’t ate in days!”

“Feel free to serve yourself, dear!”

And I did! I don’t know how to explain that, but I pretty much learned that I love pussy. I just dove into that snatch and ate like I was a lesbian for life. I swear, Pat just told me I was the best right after I began to eat her. And I started to wonder if that bitch swung both ways, because for a girl like her moan just by another girl licking her, it might be her singledom isn’t only because of lack of men.

“Gosh, Sylvia. Your are better than any of my boyfriends”

See? I really wonder if she was all the time trying to get into my skirt, and guess if that is correct, I caved it because I wanted. Well, tasting her pussy was an amazing thing, licking, kissing and sucking her slit. I can just imagine the time I lost feeling sorry for myself and trying to act the ‘good faithful wife’ while I could have Pat to give me that kind of ‘support’. But enough with crying, time to enjoy some snatch!

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

“I should had done this much earlier”

It didn’t take too much, like a half-hour to make Pat orgasm. And, girl, it was that one! That one you have to recover like ten minutes before you even go to the bathroom. And soon was my turn, and now all the pleasure I denied myself was about to be given by Pat.

“Now I’ll take care of you the way Bret should”

As I did with her, she removed my clothes while she kissed me and fondled by boobs. The bigger prize, however, was ‘down there’ and she didn’t lose any second to taste my cunt. Dear Lord, it was heaven to me! Not even Bret is capable to do what she did to me. She licks pussy better than him! Look at me saying that…

“Pat! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Lick me! I want you! Now!”

“Yes! This is what I want!”

Anyway, that freaking Pat saved my life. She licked my pussy until there was no tomorrow. Or actually to the orgasm. Not one, but four! I had for orgasms that day with her. Can you believe? She gave me what Bret’s work trips took me in many ways. After she made me cum, I had to thank her for what she did to me

“I wouldn’t be alive if it wasn’t you, Pat”

“Thank me later, darling… Now I am here to take care of you”

“You did. And want you to take care of me some more”

From then on, Pat became my sexual ‘caretaker’, always coming to my aid when my sexual urges came. She always had her turns when Bret is away and, I have to say, she does many things better than him. And guess you might ask if Bret knows anything about it. Well, let’s save it for another time.
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