Summer 2014
I'm not going to really write these stories in a series, especially because I plan to write about past events. In order to avoid confusion I will write a date at the very top, and also in the descriptions, so you can keep track of certain events, if you wish. Now my husband and I aren't swingers per se, but we do like to have some fun. Anyways, here's my story.
So my husband's friend, Peter, visited again. This event happened the weekend after he saw my husband Mark fondling me. Of course, Mark was drunk. He normally wouldn't do this in front of people we know.
It was Friday night when Peter got in, and he was exhausted. Shortly afterwards we were all back in bed snoozing. This time I didn't undress with the light on. I was sleepy also and didn't have the energy.
Saturday morning came and went, along with the afternoon, and we all decided to spend Saturday evening grilling outside. This is where I learned that Peter was driving back and forth between two towns for work during the week, and we were at a good stopping point for him along the way.
Among the regular things we talked about back and forth, every now and then some naughty things would be brought up. My husband, having had a few too many already and knowing he didn't have to drive anywhere, started probing into Peter's sex life.
"So what kind of women do you go for nowadays Peter? Don't tell me you're still after those double D long haired blondes," my husband asked Peter.
"No, no, I'm done with them. I mean, I still like...you know, big tits and all, but I've been burned by too many to really want them anymore," Peter responded.
"That's why I got myself this beauty here. Nice C's," to which he leaned over and tried groping my right boob, but me nit being distracted this time, was able to move away, "And an awesome ass," to which he slapped the side of my butt, causing a loud thwack to be heard.
The way we were seated, my husband and I were sitting next to each other with him on my right. The table was between Peter and us as he was seated across from us. He didn't physically have a visual of Mark slapping my side, but I'm sure he made his own visual in his head.
"I'd love to have a babe like her..." Peter blurted out. Both him and me got quiet, and I'm sure he was blushing just as much as I was.
"Well too bad, I got her," Mark said. Then he got up to get the rest of the meat on the grill.
Assuming that their conversation would continue its path, and also assuming my husband would try to get frisky again, I encouraged them to come inside so we could continue our conversation, blaming the insects as the reason why I wanted to come in. To my surprise, they both agreed.
For a moment the convo changed to sports, then to cars, then for some reason my husband asked Peter if he had showered yet. I know he didn't the previous night, and I don't think he had this night either.
I probably didn't describe them last time, but my husband is of latin descent also, and his friend looked to be white. Both were taller than me. I'd say Peter was a little less than 6' tall. Just slightly taller than my husband, who's about 5'9". Me, I'm just shy of 5'.
Peter said that he hadn't showered yet and mentioned how he hates showering because it takes so long. That's when my husband gave a laugh also, and I already knew why and didn't even try to stop him from what he was about to say.
He went on to tell Peter that I take forever showering, which I do. There's a certain ritual I go about. All the creams I put on and have to leave on so they can work. Like shortly after I go in I put on some cream on my face, and I completely cover it so I can't see a thing. While I'm waiting for it to work, though, I do spend time scrubbing my body. I scrub my legs, my arms, my tummy, and every other good in between. Then after I rinse that off, I do my hair, then after that I put another cream on my face. But this one I leave my eyes uncovered since I only have it on for a minute.
Of course that's just the shower. Afterwards come the lotions, etc, etc. But in the shower alone I would say i can take upwards of 30 minutes. The norm would probably be 20 minutes.
As my husband was explaining this to Peter, Mark was just smirking and laughing, while Peter was mostly smiling. Not sure if he found it amusing or if he was visualizing me showering.
Then the convo went back to sports and eventually my husband brought up how he bought a kayak recently, and he asked Peter if he wanted to see it. Minutes later they went bounding down the steps through the basement and into the garage, closing the door behind them.
Just as I was getting up I looked at the time and realized I should go shower, and just as that thought popped into my head I heard the door leading to the garage open up. Assuming it was my husband I shouted out that I was gonna go ahead and shower. I waited for a response and got none, so I assumed since the air condition was on he couldn't hear me and I went off to shower.
The door to the garage is really quite loud when it opens and closes, and as long as I'm not showering or next to something else that makes a lot of noise, I can hear it. So I started to get undressed and, like always, turned the water on so it could warm up before I hopped in. But just before I did turn the water on I heard the door close again and assumed my husband had gone back out to the garage to talk to Peter some more.
So I got in to shower and was getting my body completely wet (I just love feeling the water falling on my body) and then I grabbed my '5 min' cream and slathered it all over my face. The things a woman does to keep her youthful look. You men should appreciate it more.
Oh, I should let you know that, one, without my glasses/contacts I'm blind as a bat, and two, our shower curtain is the kind that's see-through. Completely see-through plastic. Or vinyl, w/e. My husband likes it see-through.
