How many years ago has it been? I took my private journals and re-read them. And what I am writing now is taken both from memory and from the events as they were recorded shortly after they occurred. This is not fiction but real events. When I have completed this, I will have a bonfire in my back yard and all these books will be destroy and there will be no record of our private endeavors.
My wife died about 4 years ago. Forty-six years is a long time, but I enjoyed every one of them. Adjusting to life without her has been quite difficult. Grandkids come by off and on to check on me now and then and my daughters stop by frequently. Last year near Christmas I had another heart attack and now it is getting hard for me to keep this old place up and running.
But I was a young man when this happened. Maybe not really young, but I was young enough to muster a serious hard-on when time came. And on the week-ends when I was with my wife, we had a serious hormonal exchanges. This story tells the one time we allowed an indiscretion to come into our lives.
Looking back, it had been a long week being both mom and dad to our three kids. But Friday had arrived. The kids and I loaded up and headed west soon as they got off the bus. We had been doing this for months it seemed; same routine every week. Sunday night came, we all loaded up and made the drive back.
But this week something different had gone on. With my wife so far away, we stayed in contact via an ICQ Chatroom on our home computers. Tuesday night something happened. My wife asked me if I knew a certain guy. He had contacted her and requested an add stating they had been friends long ago.
I heard the name before somewhere but could not put a face to him. Gradually message after message came up on my screen. It appeared to be a man my wife had gone to school with years ago. And as I read more I learned more of their association.
It seemed this guy had dated my wife's best friend in high school. But there was more to it. They had fixed my wife a blind double date. It had gone rather boring for them and at the end of it, both her date and her best friend were dropped off at home.
Then this guy headed to take my wife home. But on the way he pulled off on a side road and parked. There, he made a play for her. Actually it was more than a play. After the first kiss or two both of them shed their clothes and fucked there in the front seat of his car.
With their passions sated, he drove her to her house and dropped her off. They didn't see each other again. But her best friend accused her of fucking her boyfriend. Even though it was true she was quick to deny it.
Years passed, and they finished school. Well my wife eloped and never returned. That marriage failed, and she was working one night when my brother and I stopped to eat. That was where we met. The rest is history. A lightening passionate laced affair led to an early marriage and three kids later, she is caring for an ailing in-law 400 miles from home..
Yet, when her old friend popped up like he did, she didn't know what to think. Actually, at first, she didn't know who it was and was afraid to reply to his comment. He was persistent in chatting with her and finally he dropped a name she knew. That began the conversations.
At first, things were easy going. He made subtle jokes tinted lightly with sexual overtures but nothing too heavy. And gradually it increased. Then he reminded her of that double date they shared so many years before. That after dropping off her blind date and best friend, that on the way home they stopped off on a dark country side road to share a passionate interlude.
As the little notes and chats came in, my wife forwarded them to me. And I read each of them carefully I realized what he was up to. In one he suggested he come by to see her and while there, they might share some sweet intimacies.
He was smooth, slick as owl shit on a rainy day. Using our separation and her lack of intimacy as an excuse, he suggested coming by to take care of her intimate feminine needs. But the way he laced it, made it seem funny. Seems everything he came up with was laced with intimate and suggestive sexual tones.
My wife gracefully declined his suggestions and forwarded them on to me. Then he came up with one about a threesome and made it seem so outrageously funny one couldn't help but break out laughing. Guess curiosity got the best of me so here we were.
That last invitation was just to meet at the hotel, have a few drinks, laugh, talk about kids they went to school with and look over some old school albums. Nothing had to go any further unless we all agreed we wanted it and then only if a set of rules could be set for all. So, I was inclined to agree, we would come meet him.
The kids and I rolled into town late that Friday night. My wife and I discussed this whole scenario all week and what could go down ever since it came up. She imagined several right off that she would be done by two guys at once. Another was I would leave her alone with a man to do to her whatever he wanted. Not happening. In fact, I started to turn the van around several times on the way to the hotel.
After dropping the kids at their grandma's, my wife climbed in the van and we pulled away. Pulling around to the apartment complex entrance I stopped and asked her what she thought.
She just said, 'Stay close to me.'
I reached under her dress, slipped the band of her panties aside and ran a finger into her vulva. She was well lubricated and ready for anything that might try to visit there. She laughed when I said, 'You're hotter than a firecracker!' And she was too, it had been years since I felt that much cream from her. She was extremely nervous. Ever since she got in the van she had been biting her lower lip and acting slightly odd.
When we pulled in at the hotel, I parked under the canopy, got out and strolled in. At the desk, I asked for her friend's room. The clerk gave me a card key and said 'He's been expecting you.' I walked back to the van, and moved it in to a parking spot and my wife and I got out.
The hotel was almost new, even the smell said it had not been in use long. We walked through the foyer and passed the desk to a bank of elevators on the right. I carried the room key and waited for the doors to open. A tone announced the elevator had arrived and when the door opened, I waited for my wife to enter, and I followed.
As the door began to close, my wife pressed number 2 on the control console and the elevator began to rise. Moments later, the floor was announced, and the door opened. My wife hesitated a second then stepped out and I followed. Slowly we made our way down the corridor watching for the room number. When it appeared, we both stopped before it and I asked, 'Well, are you ready?'
She didn't immediately answer but stared at me, her breathing steady but a little faster than normal. Her eyes were dilated, and her upper lip drawn into what I felt was a superficial smile revealing a mouth full of clean even white teeth. The exposed skin of her breast revealed hints and traces of color. I knew she was nervous and she certainly was excited. Finally, she nodded 'yes'.
She gripped my arm as I knocked and inserted the card key. A green light indicated the door had unlocked. We pushed the door open and stepped into the foyer. To the right was a vanity and bathroom. But straight ahead strolling to us was a middle-aged man, slight pudgy and nearly bald.
He was clean shaven and well dressed, he embraced my wife, calling her by her first name then turned and greeted me, telling me how lucky I was as if I didn't already know it. He guided me on into the room while she strolled on past to the curtains against the back wall. She pulled them out and gazed outside and finally said 'This is nice.'
Just to the right was a king-size bed and on the wall the television was on but clearly muted. We walked over to a round metal table by the curtains and pulled out the chairs. On the table were several yearbooks and as my wife took a seat she picked up one and thumbed through it.
She almost screamed and said, 'Here is Sherry and there I am!' pointing to two young girls who could not have been more than twelve years old. Her friend pointed out pictures of one kid then another, taking time to tell a short story on what happened to one or the other and if he knew where they were now.
The next album she picked up, she thumbed through in deep thought. Clearly this was the one that brought the most memories. Finally, she came to her picture, a stunningly beautiful young woman on the breach of adulthood still yet still tottering in uncertainty of what her place in the world would be. He quickly pointed out Sherry also and said, 'This was about the time of our double date.'
Her friend stood and walked to the vanity where he removed a bottle of Crown, three glasses and on his return grabbed the ice bucket beneath the television. Each of us fixed a glass of ice, filled our glasses half full then topped them off with Cola. My wife finished hers in seconds and was ready for another.
Small talk followed with questions about our families, our children, where we all had been and where we were headed in life. Then our talk came down to the reason we were there. Gradually, the ground rules were discussed, each individually and fully agreed upon. If any time someone even started to utter the word 'Stop' everything would come to an immediate halt.
