My wife Amy and I met in college, at a house party hosted by a friend of mine. We ran in different circles in our small liberal arts school, and had run into each other a few times prior, but that party was the first time we had spent significant time together, the first time we had the opportunity to get to know one another. There was an immediate spark, and we dated for about 6 months before I proposed. We've been married for 8 years now, with two small kids. Our sex life is great, if somewhat tame. I had had a few partners before her, but I was her first. She was raised to be a "good girl" and save it for marriage, but she was the quintessential "lady in the streets, freak in the sheets." She was quiet and shy but never says no. She loved giving blowjobs, always swallows unless I give her a facial, was ok with occasional anal, and in 8 years of marriage I can't think of any time she ever turned me down for sex. Overall perhaps it was a bit vanilla, but certainly nothing to complain about from my standpoint. She is 5'6", 130 lbs, basically your classic girl next door look, brunette with big green eyes, 36C chest, nice legs, works out 4 times a week (stay at home mom). My name is Mike, I'm 5'10, 190 lbs, decent shape but starting to get that dad-bod. I'm a middle manager at an IT firm downtown.
Our quiet, happy, between-the-lines sex life was about to change, dramatically, though we didn't realize it at the time. It began with a phone call. My good friend from college, Randy, was going to be in town for a few weeks for work, and he wanted to meet up. We hadn't seen each other in years, and so I said of course, and that we should get drinks and catch up. We met at a local bar, and it was just like old times. Randy was a very outgoing guy, was on the wrestling team in college, and I can objectively say that he was a pretty good looking guy. Of our group of friends, he definitely got laid the most, got around the most, had the wildest stories. Every girl at our school knew who he was, either from first-hand knowledge or friends of a friend gossip. Being dumbass college guys, I had seen his dick on numerous occasions, and although I am a bit above average, Randy had me beat easily. And he knew it, and he was NOT shy about it.
It was a Thursday night when he got into town, so we met up at a local bar. After the fourth or fifth round, we started talking about what brought him into town. He was here for a big project and was going to be in town for 2-3 weeks, and was staying at a hotel downtown. Somewhat drunk at this point. I immediately insisted that he come and stay with Amy and I. He laughed and reassured me that his employer was paying for the hotel, but I insisted.
"There is no reason for you to sit alone in some shitty hotel for a month when you could crash with us. We can catch up, hang out, Amy would love to see you," I said.
"Well...I mean, if you are sure Amy would be cool with it," Randy replied.
"Oh yeah of course, she loves you, I'll text her and let he know!" I slurred.
Now...this was not entirely true. My wife had nothing against Randy personally, but as I mentioned, she was a fairly shy, strait-laced good girl. She was well aware of Randy's reputation, and she did not approve. She had on more than one occasion made a comment about the "sluts" that he fucked in college. But at the time I wasn't worried about any of that, and I texted her to let her know.
"Babes, Randy needs somewhere to stay while he is in town, so I offered him our couch, thats cool right?" I sent.
"..." I got the dreaded elipses suggesting she was thinking long and hard about how she wanted to reply. But eventually her upbringing and desire to be a good host and good wife won out, and she responded,
"Sure honey, that will be fine."
I laughed a bit uncomfortable but told Randy we were good to go. We had one more beer, paid our bill and grabbed a cab home. We were more than a little drunk at this point, and Randy immediately laid on the couch and passed out. I stumbled upstairs, where Amy was already asleep. I tried to sneak in as quietly as possible, but of course I woke her up, and she rolled over with that look on her face of patient annoyance.
"I'm happy to have your friend from college over, but I would appreciate some notice next time. We've got the kids and the house is a mess, and now I've got to play host for the next 3 weeks which is not how I planned to spend my time," she said somewhat testily.
"I'm sorry baby, I couldn't just let him stay at a hotel, we haven't seen each other in years. Besides, it will be fun! We can catch up and tell stories and relive some college glory!" I replied before quickly passing out.
I woke up the next morning feeling like the 32 year old that I was, with a splitting headache and dry mouth. I got dressed for work and headed downstairs. Randy was already up and getting ready to leave for his job, so we talked briefly and planned to have dinner at home with Amy after work. The day passed as usual, and around 6pm I got home. Randy was already there, and he and Amy were chatting in the kitchen while she prepared dinner. They seemed to be getting along well, with no animosity about the unexpected prolonged stay. We had a nice dinner, Amy put the kids to bed, and we cracked open a bottle of wine. Now I should mention that my wife is not much of a drinker, she will have a glass of wine with dinner, but once or twice a year she will have a few too many and she gets pretty wild and loose. Some of our best sexual escapades involved a couple bottles of Pinot Noir. We were all sitting in the living room and catching up on old times, and my wife kept asking Randy about his romantic life.
"Are you still living the single life, Randy?" she asked.
"Yeah, haven't found that right girl yet, but it isn't for lack of looking!" he replied.