I'm Dave, thirty two, work in an office shuffling paper around, nothing makes me stand out from the hundreds of other men in the area.
I'm married to Amy, she's also thirty two and we have been together for ten years, married for eight, unfortunately, well for me anyway, nothing really stands out about her, unlike some of her girlfriends but that's something else.
Don't get me wrong, I love her to bits, what's that saying? "To the moon and back," I think it's what they say, anyway back to Amy, small B-cup breasts, men always want to know what size a woman's boobs are don't they, nice legs, face... nothing to stand out and make every man in the room want to know her, she's a laugh, enjoys a joke and we get on fine, we're talking about kids, talking about her coming off the pill, maybe next year we're thinking, have a year of fun before the need to grow up and be fully grown adults.
We've got a good set of friends, Mark and Dee being the best of them, but Keith and Helen and Jamie and Holly are in that group of best friends.
We'd gone to Dee and Marks for a bit of a get together with the others, some food, plenty to drink and chat, it usually ended with music and a bit of dancing before going our separate ways home.
This night Jamie and Holly pulled out at the last minute as her mum wasn't doing so well, something about Cancer I think, I didn't feel that it was right to ask, she would tell us when she was ready.
It didn't stop the evening being fun, in fact maybe we, or was it just me? Drank more than I normally did.
We ended up dancing, the girls were swapping who they were dancing with, nothing out of the ordinary, us men weren't bad dancers, but I wasn't the best by far so it was only fair that they all had to have a go with me, trying not to let me tread on their toes.
Keith and Helen left first leaving just the four of us clearing up.
I'd spent a lot of the night teasing Dee about her hairstyle, she had done the unthinkable to me, she had shaved the right side of her head, leaving the left as long as it used to be, if she was eighteen it would have looked better, but at thirty five I felt it wasn't right.
The girls were talking and it didn't seem that Amy wanted to go just yet, Mark put the TV on and a music video, more for the girl dancers I joked with Mark.
What with the food I had eaten, the dancing and it had been a hard week at work, I suppose the drinks didn't help either looking back at it.
Anyway, I must have fallen asleep on that big old very comfortable sofa.
I became aware of a warm body next to me, we had a blanket over us and I was supporting Amy who was lying up against me, it felt very comfortable and warm, I felt her unbuttoning my shirt and gently stroking my chest, it felt good and in a dream I let her.
I was in that state of not being awake but not being asleep, in that nice place, and when I felt her undoing my trousers I helped her by lifting my bottom, just enough to allow her to find my cock with her mouth.
Oh hell, this was good, a little bit naughty doing it on Dee's sofa, but Amy's mouth was doing wonders on my lower body.
I heard something, I listened to understand what it was, then I realised, it was Mark giving Dee a good seeing too, their bed was taking a pounding it seemed.
I whispered, I didn't know why, but I did.
"Christ Dee's getting a thrashing tonight, Marks going to town on her by the sounds of it,"
Amy just mmmmed at me, her mouth full of my cock, I was getting near to coming and doing what I always did, I gently went to hold Amy's head, only it wasn't Amy's head, not unless she had shaved the side of it tonight.
The blanket was off and I pulled Dee's head up off my shrinking cock, but it wasn't shrinking, the need to come had gone, but I was still hard as nails.
"What the fuck Dee, what the fuck's going on?"
"It's just a bit of fun Dave, you were enjoying it and so was I.
I've wanted to do that with you for ages,"
I asked a stupid question.
"Where's Amy," but before Dee could answer I heard the answer, Dee's bed being pounded.
"Fuck," I got up and doing my trousers up, went up the stairs with Dee following.
"Don't spoil it for Amy Dave, it's just a bit of fun,"
I paid no attention to her but walked straight into the bedroom where all the noise was coming from.
"Stop you fucking arsehole, put your clothes on, it's time to go home,"
"Dave," I didn't want to listen to anything right now from anyone.
"Just get dressed and we'll talk about this tomorrow, now get up,"
I was pissed and as Mark was still laying between Amy's thighs I pushed him off.
"And you better stay where you are unless you want a war in here,"
I said in a very calm voice.
Amy was busy putting her clothes on, and when she went to put makeup on I laughed.
"You won't be needing that, get downstairs now,"
I wasn't in a good mood and each one of them knew that I was close to blowing up at any moment so just did as I said.
The short walk home was very tense, I had a firm hold of Amy's arm, she was half running to keep up with me in her heels.
When I closed the door and locked it I told her to strip, "What here in the hallway?" Amy asked, NOW I said.
I picked each item up or took it from her hands found a bin bag put the lot inside it, knotted the end and threw it by the door.
"Go and get a shower, you better scrub yourself well, I don't want to smell him on you," Amy hurried up the stairs.
I'd calmed down a lot when Amy came down.
"I'm going to make a coffee, do you want one?" Amy asked, she wasn't looking so nervous now, she could see I'd calmed down and I hadn't got another drink in front of me.
I'd been tempted, hand on a bottle of Scotch, but thought better of it and just sat at the kitchen table.
Amy put a mug on the table, she sat opposite me holding her mug.
"Look Dave it was just a bit of fun, Dee was supposed to... well she was going to spend the night with you... you know, having fun,"
"Oh, that's alright then, you could have asked me if that was okay, or did I miss that talk, was I asleep at the time, or am I getting old and forgetting things already?" I looked at Amy harshly.