No. I needed a drink

I resisted temptation. No good could come from entering that room. An awkward conversation at best. Marriage and friendships ruined at worst.

I walked to the kitchen. I needed a drink. I couldn’t pathetically jerk off in the bathroom. I’d wait the erection out and then go to bed.

The pour was longer than it should’ve been. I dug out ice from the freezer. I filled a glass with water from the faucet. I sat down at the kitchen table. I drank and avoided my phone. I resisted the temptation of porn and easy release.

“Do you normally drink alone?”

My wife’s best friend Megan stood in the shadows of the hallway.

“Would you like a drink?”

“Sure,” she said walking from the darkness into the kitchen. She’s wearing a pink tank top and underwear. More modest than a bikini, but too intimate for our relationship. My attire wasn’t any better: shirtless in boxer briefs that did nothing to conceal my sexual frustration.

I didn’t ask her what she wanted. I poured her the same drink as me. She sat at the seat next to me at the table so we sat side-by-side staring at the wall. She didn’t mention my obvious erection. I didn’t mention that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

We drank without talking. When my glass held only melting ice, my cock was finally soft enough to be adjusted. Despite my attempt at subtly, she noticed what I was doing. She finally spoke, “Is blue balls a real thing? Or is it just something guys say to make women feel guilty?”

Our eyes connect. We challenge each other to look away first.

“I don’t know. I haven’t had blue balls.”

“Don’t lie. Monica told me how long it’s been since you’ve had sex.”

“I don’t let my balls get full enough to ache. I’m perfectly capable of relieving them myself.”

“Why didn’t you relieve them tonight? I could see how much tension had built up.”

“The night’s not over. Maybe I still will.”

“I’ve gotten pretty good at taking care of my own needs as well.”

“Is that what you’re going to do tonight? In my guest bedroom?”

I dared her to look away. She refused.

“I was thinking about it. Would you like to join me?”

I didn’t look away.

“Want to show each other what we do when our spouses are sleeping?”

“I’d love an audience. I always performed better on opening night than I did during rehearsals. I can’t imagine how hard I’d come with you watching. How hard would you come with me watching?”