Date: Thu, 6 Jun 2013 16:39:46 -0400
From: Frank Grimes <fgrimes4@gmail.com>
Subject: Divorce Sucks So Good

Please check out my previous and first story on Nifty called
"bisexual/adult-youth/better-with-company".

Divorce Sucks So Good

When you live the traditional suburban upper middle class life, it seems
that all the people you are surrounded with are living a common existence.
We graduate high school with lots of AP credits, get a decent college
degree, enter the job market, find a girl, get promoted, married,
eventually kids.  Life was easy when we all spent a year celebrating each
other's twenty-first birthday, then going to each other's weddings within
the same couple of years, and sometimes to each other's baby namings.  It's
this life that becomes so predictable and is repeated person to person
throughout your group of friends and acquaintances that it feels our
destiny is as scripted as Saved by the Bell, Family Ties, or The Cosby
Show.  It's at this point of a successful career, marriage, and kids that I
started to find cracks in the storyline.  As we got into our mid-30's, our
clear cut destiny became a whole lot more fuzzy and those little unique
decisions, experiences, and mistakes made over time started to really
define our own individuality and path.

Honestly, it's been a confusing last year or two.  So many of the
relationships among our group of friends that seemed like perfect matches
began to break down.  Arguments over money, the ability to have kids, house
valuations, and car leases seemed to expose weaknesses in relationships
that otherwise seemed perfect.  My marriage is no permanent honeymoon by
any means.  I wish she shared more of my interests, watched less HG TV, and
wanted to have sex more spontaneously than only right before we went to
sleep.  Maybe we're all suckers for the grass is greener trap and never
take the effort to appreciate what we have, or maybe we hold ourselves back
from truly being happy because we're too scared or self-conscious.

Something about this breakdown definitely snapped something inside me.  I
found myself jamming to music as loud as I could in my car, smoking more,
taking work less seriously (or just seriously enough to keep my job) and
without a doubt, was so damn horny all the time.  I couldn't keep my eyes
off every set of tits that passed by, no matter the quality of the woman
they were attached to.  I spent time on backpage, craigslist, and even
dating sites targeting a younger demographic (like plenty of fish).  I
didn't really act on this but felt energized looking at all the sex and
lustful bodies that were available out there.

But, staying married 10 years these days isn't easy and the fact is I'm
still getting laid even though it's not porn star quality, which is more
than many of my friends can say these days.  I owe a lot to my wife's
mid-30's surge in sexual appetite and of course the effects of that 50
Shades book that somehow turned on the juice faucet in her pussy.  Let's
just leave it that I'm conflicted about my marriage but in no way want to
leave it.

So it was about 3 months ago that one of my really good friends from
college called me to say that he and his wife were getting a divorce.  I
was floored.  We'd been a tight group since freshman year of college and
now their own personal fairy tale was over.  She worked too hard, striving
to make partner and traveling the world (no doubt with some very horny and
ambitious men), while he worked for his family business and was more
concerned about taking care of his dog then the winds of the M&A market.
It felt like one of those events that seem so obvious it was going to
happen after the fact yet you never could have imagined it before.  So my
buddy Bradley was now to be a single guy again.  Mid-30's, nice bank
account, no kids, a house, and a solid job with family money.

It was strange but I found myself varying between feeling bad that his
life-story fell apart with this divorce and feeling extraordinarily jealous
that he was an eligible bachelor in a big city and was about to have an
eternal "hall pass" from his now ex-wife.  Damn, I'd kill for 24 hours of
that freedom and he has all the time in the world to enjoy.  And to top it
off, Bradley wanted me to join him on a trip to Vegas to celebrate his
newfound freedom.  I didn't think I had a chance in hell to get my wife to
agree to leaving her with the kids while I party in Vegas with a recently
divorced guy but to my amazement she agreed (I think she even shocked
herself).

So the plans were set and after what felt like eternity the day of the trip
finally arrived.  We met up at the casino hotel, unpacked, and hit the
first bar we walked into.  He really broke down and admitted to so many
issues his marriage had suffered from while at the same time how he didn't
want it to end.  I could tell he was going to need some hard work on my
part to snap him out of his depressed state and into someone that would
realize the opportunity that lay ahead of him.  We hit the blackjack
tables, drank a ton, and hopped around the strip.  But, somehow despite all
this, Bradley just couldn't snap out of his funk.  I walked up to girls
that seemed appreciative of the attention but who bailed when they realized
that my friend was clearly no fun.

The first night we went to a strip club and you'd thought he was in a
library.  I threw lap dance money his way and certainly indulged myself in
some grinding but still he was too damn depressed and clearly not enjoying
himself.  The next 2 days again were pretty much the same and I was both
pissed off at him and frustrated with myself that as his friend I couldn't
help him to move on.  On the third night, we left the casino area earlier
than usual because neither of us were having fun by that point.  We got up
to the room, sat on the couch, and watched some boring TV.  I grabbed some
liquor bottles from the mini-bar and we proceeded to drink and watch in
silence.  After about an hour we started getting a bit more tipsy.  I
figured if he was stuck in the past then let's have some fun with it.  I
started asking Bradley about his now ex-wife and what she was like in bed.
He started getting pretty graphic about the early years when they would
fuck anywhere and anytime.  He recalled stories of getting his cum right
into her eye so she couldn't see right for a day.  He talked about blowjobs
in elevators and having the best titty fucks from his well-endowed spouse.

We both had already resolved to stay in for the evening so we were just
chilling in a t-shirt and our boxers.  During this conversation I could
tell we were both starting to get a bit flush and we'd frequently have to
stand a little to adjust our boxers and t-shirts hanging over them as the
tents started rising and we were both sporting some initial chubs.  At this
point in the trip I was intensely horny and frustrated after watching all
the hotness that Vegas offers in abundance but trying to stay loyal.  I
spoke up with the suggestion that I really needed more tits in my face and
recommended just watching some hotel porn.  He resisted at first saying how
expensive the rates were and how free porn was so readily available on
computers.  But considering neither of us had our laptops with us the hotel
porn would have to do.

I purchased the 24 hour access pass and in seconds the screen was filled
with huge fake tits and gigantic cocks getting sucked.  It was then I
realized that I hadn't really watched porn with another guy since I was
back in high school reading Hustlers during sleepovers.  I also realized
that the couch we were on was less of a couch and more like a love seat.
It had two cushions and we were right next to each other while moaning and
money shots came from the TV show.  We started off by laughing and
commenting on the action on screen but more and more we started to rub our
own dicks over the boxers.  The liquor must really have taken ahold of
inhibitions because normally two 30-something straight guys would keep
these activities to themselves.  But we'd known each other a real long time
and none of that seemed to matter in this moment.

The action on screen definitely got intense during a scene where two
lesbians were in a 69 position and eating each other out while the guy
rammed one of them from behind.  We laughed about how his balls were
hanging right above the bottom girl's face and were slapping her in the
head.  At this point I just needed relief.  I popped my cock through the
opening of my boxers and just started openly stroking myself.  Bradley gave
me a glance, lingered for a few moments, then gave a sort of "Why not?"
look and started stroking himself too.

While the action was going on the screen, I couldn't help but steal a few
glances at my bud stroking.  He was bigger than I'd expected but not much
more than me.  His stroke style was pretty aggressive and he was squeezing
down pretty tight on his dick.  I noticed that little bubble of precum at
his tip then noticed how he rubbed it on his palm and used it as lube.  It
was then I realized that I had been likely more than glancing and was
watching him more than the TV.  He caught my eye, turned back at the TV,
and said "Fuck yeah, this feels great!".  I was relieved that he didn't
call me out for watching him and at the same time wondered why I was so
intrigued by his performance.  He then stood up and dropped his boxers and
sat back on the couch.  However, when he sat back down I noticed that we
were all of sudden even closer to each other.  Actually, I could feel the
hair from his leg brush against mine and our knees would knock together
every few seconds.  I could feel the heat from his body so close to mine.
I was amazed I didn't feel uncomfortable with any of this.  What the hell
was I doing jerking while sitting right next to my best buddy.  What I
enjoyed though was I was getting some fulfillment for my pent up lust and I
didn't feel any bit disloyal or unfaithful about it.  Hey, it was just my
good friend and we were trying to get some relief.  I wasn't out with a
mistress or hooker, it just never felt any bit harmful.

In my head I told myself "What the fuck, here we go" and stood up and
dropped my boxers as well.  When I went to sit down I felt the booze hit my
head and I sat back down unsteadily.  In the process I almost sat on his
thigh and sort of slid down so that I was literally squeezed right next to
his side.  I could feel the heat from the side of his butt pushed up
against mine and our legs now sort of rubbed together.  I told him I was
sorry about that clumsiness but I found that I didn't scoot over or move at
all.  I just went right back into stroking myself as was Bradley.  It was
strange for a few moments there.  We both realized how close we'd gotten
but neither made an effort to move but we didn't acknowledge it either.  We
just went on watching the porn and enjoying ourselves.

Now since we were sitting so close (Bradley on my left), I had to figure
out where to put my left arm.  I at first had it over the back of the couch
behind him but then got uncomfortable and tried to find a better resting
position.  I ended up putting my left hand on my left leg, just inches away
from his right leg.  My hornyness and desire was so high at this point.
The physical contact we had was driving me wild and I really had to pace my
strokes so it didn't end too fast, I was having way too much fun.  I craved
that human contact, the heat, the sweat I was feeling between us.  My head
was spinning and my mouth was bone dry.  I don't remember deciding to move
my hand between our legs but when I looked down my hand was on his thigh
gripping into his skin while we both were getting really into our strokes
and the scenes on TV.  After about a minute of this, Bradley adjusted his
right arm between us and unbelievably put his hand on top of mine that was
rubbing his thigh.  He shouted out some "Hell Yeahs" and "Oh Fucks" and
made sure my hand was rubbing and gripping his skin.  Then I felt some
pressure on my hand in what felt like was an effort to slide my hand more
inside his thigh.  I released any resistance as he took this opportunity to
move my hand right by his crotch.  I kept up my rubbing and he kept up his
pleasing shouts and moans.  There was no mistake or unintended actions
here.

This Bradley was not the same one I'd been hanging out with this whole
trip.  He was alive and energized and I was feeling proud that I was the
one to bring this out, whatever it took to get there.  It was with this
pride and relief that I kept this moment going and reached out and grabbed
his cock.  He let out a loud moan and I felt the stiffest, hottest rod I'd
ever held in my hand.  I slid my hand up to his tip to grab some precum and
my stroking got real slick and smooth.  It felt so strange to stroke
another cock but I loved the repetitive movement and Bradley's moans of
approval furthered my pride in helping him out.

Being that I was using my left hand and I'm a right handed person, I felt I
could do better than I was but I couldn't reach with my right hand.  So I
sat up a bit and leaned over him to grab his cock with my right hand and
started to give him a handjob up to the standards that I would love to be
given to me.  In that process, I was really leaning on him and my dick was
squished right up against his leg.  My hips instinctively started to thrust
and grind my dick against his leg.  As I did this I rested my head on his
upper chest and he put his arm around my back.  We felt so close, so
together in this moment that I proceeded to do what I would have wanted if
I was in his position.  I leaned over until my mouth was right over his
cock, licked my lips, took a deep breath, and lowered my head so his dick
slid into my mouth.  He let out a lustful moan as I tried to find out how
deep I could take him.  Once I reached my limit I started bobbing my head
and slathering his dick with my tongue.  A fleeting thought crossed my mind
wondering why women are so hesitant to give blowjobs.  I absolutely loved
this feeling of a stiff dick deep in my mouth and knowing the pleasure I
was giving.

Given the short couch we were on and the positions we'd contorted ourselves
into, we both became a bit uncomfortable.  He looked down at me and said,
"I hate to ask you to stop but can we get a bit more comfortable in the
bed?".  I looked up at him with a silly grin and nodded my head and went
into the bed and got under the cool comfy sheets and blanket.  Bradley
walked over more slowly and I watched as his dick bounced with every step.
I wanted that piece back in my mouth as soon as possible and felt my mouth
water in anticipation.  He crawled in next to me and I immediately moved to
the edge of the bed and got into position.  I quickly took his meat in my
mouth and continued my head bob to his moans and shouts.  His hand pressed
on the back of my head guiding my pace and depth.  I used my hands to
caress his ballsack while increasing my pace.  His hand was telling my head
to go faster and deeper and I readily complied.  I sensed his tensing up
and increased moans and prepared myself for what I knew was coming.  A
second later the back of my throat got hit with a glob of goo, I swallowed
what I could, the rest starting to leak from the corners of my mouth.  I
slowed my pace to long strokes with my mouth until I could tell he was dry.

He was breathing heavy and sighing with an incredible relief.  I slid up
next to him and saw a huge smile across his face.  We turned onto our side
facing each other and held each other tight while looking into each other's
eyes.  He leaned in and lightly kissed me.  I scooted even closer to him so
that our dicks were entangled and our legs were intertwined.  I leaned back
in and was met with his open mouth.  We kissed with incredible passion and
hunger as our tongues explored our mouths.  Once again I felt my hips grind
upon feeling contact on my dick.  His dick was still mostly stiff and we
ground our dicks together, feeling the slickness from my mouth and his cum
as it helped us rub.  I was hard as a rock and our kissing made my dick
keep jumping and flexing as it rubbed on his.  I wanted to continue forever
but the feelings were too intense and I felt myself shooting my cum right
onto his dick.  The cum was entangled in our pubic hair and I kept rubbing
myself on him as I started to come back to earth.

We stopped kissing and looked at each other with a knowing grin.  He told
me how great that experience was and how he felt so much relief.  He
apologized for being a wet blanket these past few days and kept thanking me
for being so patient and finding a way for him to break through.  I told
him I'd always be there for him as any good friend should be.  I told him
how much I wanted him to be happy and to learn to find his own path out in
the world.  To find someone that makes him happy and to leave work stress
at the office and enjoy life.  He promised me he would.

The next day was like we had arrived in Vegas for the first time.  He found
his courage and motivation to approach so many hot women that we had our
pick of the best.  Having our sexual energy awakened was coming through in
our attitude and the ladies were feeding off of it, even craving to share
in it.  That's when we settled on a pair of brunettes from Milwaukee that
were in town for a conference and were looking to have some fun.  I still
didn't want to screw around on my wife though.  Being with Bradley was
different but fucking a random chick was truly cheating.  So I let Bradley
finish his night up in our suite while I stayed downstairs playing
Blackjack and feeling damn good about myself.  It was probably 5 in the
morning when I went back upstairs and found them all asleep in the bed.
Bradley was naked on the bed with both ladies on either side of him.  I
normally would have been thrilled to find two naked ladies right in front
of me but all I could focus on was his dick, soft and hanging to the side
with cum stains around the tip.  Our flight was later in the afternoon and
knew he was flying back to his hometown far from where I lived and that he
now was going to find a happier life.  I was ok with the fact I was going
back to my wife and family but felt a tiny urge to have one more taste
before I left.  I quietly crawled onto the bed and slid between his legs.
I took his limp dick into my mouth tasting his cum, sweat and pussy juice
caked onto him.  It only took a moment before he opened his eyes slightly,
smiled, and put his head back and closed his eyes again with a slight moan.
After about a minute, his moaning got louder and the two ladies started to
wake up and figure out their surroundings.  They looked down at me blowing
my friend then looked at each other saying, "Well, what do we have here?"
as they both stretched and started sliding along Bradley's body meeting me
at the main attraction.

I was then truly ready to take ownership of my life and my happiness.
Plus, damn, I really am a good friend, huh!