He offered to pick my wife up at the airport since I unexpectedly had to work. The airport was LAX and two hundred and fifty miles away, and her flight was coming in at eleven twenty pm, so the thought was we were going to stay in LA for the night. She called from Los Angeles to tell me there was a big convention near the airport so the hotels were booked solid. They did fine one with one room left.
"Go ahead get it, then he can sleep on the couch. There is a couch, right?" I asked. She said she thought so, but they had said all of the rollaways were being used. "If there's no couch, you'll have to share a bed. You can share a bed without fucking him, right?" I said it as a joke, but it didn't sit well with her and I didn't get even the hint of a laugh.
"So, you'll be okay with me sleeping in the same bed with your friend?"
I told that of course I trusted him and I certainly trusted her. What I learned later was she wasn't sure she trusted herself in bed with a handsome man just inches from her for eight or so hours in a stretch all by themselves, the door locked and a do not disturb sign on the door.
Jake had told me he always sleeps in the nude and I wondered if he would alter that routine with Claire in the bed with him. As it happens he did not change his habits just because she was there, and in fact I learned she also slept nude that night in LA as well.
After he picked her up and loaded her luggage in his car trunk, they went to dinner at the Marriott Hotel. Although there were no rooms at the hotel, they had a very nice meal on the top floor terrace overlooking the ocean. She said it was a very romantic dinner and set the scene for a very difficult and enticing, even agonizing evening for both of them. Their temptation even started during dinner. It seems their room was not ready because of a late checkout, so they had to drive around for a while. It was a very romantic drive along the coast and my wife and Jake chatted as they drove in the early morning down the coast.
When they got to their hotel it was extremely late, early morning, actually, so they got right in bed as soon as they were in the room. Claire had a guilty conscience, so she told me all about it when she got home. I had said that I trusted her, and that caused her to feel ashamed about what had happened.
It seems when he undressed they had turned the lights out so they didn't have see each other nude, but she said some reason she can't explain she also took her clothes off and climbed in bed. Being naked next to a man she had feelings for, only inches between them, gave her far more trouble than she had expected, although she admitted being worried about it all evening.
In bed next to him kept her from sleeping, although it didn't seem to keep him from going to sleep. But stretched out next to his warm, naked body, in a less than king sized bed, tortured her all night. She said it was nearly three when he turned over and put his arm across her torso. She said she tried to inch away without waking him but was unsuccessful and he woke up.
"You having trouble?" he asked. She said she was and admitted being naked next to a man in a small bed was difficult, especially a man she had feelings for. "Feelings?" he asked. "You aren't the only one. I have been hot for you for years."
"Really?" she said. "What kind of feelings?"
"I've wanted to sleep with you for years," he said, "and here we are, in the same bed and naked next to the sexiest woman I know. How can you sleep?"
"You didn't seem to have trouble getting to sleep," she said.
"I was faking it," he said with a laugh.
