Chapter 1
"How it all started"
One usual Friday evening, we were watching TV enjoying wine. When she started a "discussion" about that we don't have many friends to which we should be enjoying the Friday evening instead of watching TV.
Instead of getting into an argument, I got up and headed out to the local bar.
Rita:
Eugene looks good tonight; too bad we are sitting here on a Friday night and, as always, not going out.
Oh, he's opening a wine, that's nice.
"Why don't we go out tonight? It is really sad we don't have any friends we could spontaneously call."
Why is he getting up? Where is he going? Is that asshole going out and leaving me alone again?
Well, fuck him, I'll have another glass of wine and watch what I want to watch on TV.
After about two or three hours, the wine is getting to me, and I'm feeling quite tipsy--time to go to bed. I wonder where Eugene is and when he is coming home.
I'll just go to bed, lay down and wait for him. That asshole did look good tonight.
I sat at the bar and soon starting talking to three men sitting there, a large handsome black man, a Russian, and a short, fat, extremely hairy, ugly, older Turk. We hit it off, talked and joked, and had a fun evening.
When the bar closed, we decided to go to my house for a "nightcap."
I let them in and started mixing drinks. I noticed the wine bottle we were drinking had been emptied, and Rita was, as usual, in bed.
The black guy had to go to the bathroom; I showed him the downstairs guest bathroom. Then the Turk had to go also.
Since I knew Rita had always closed the bedroom door when she went to bed, I told him to use the upstairs bathroom.
After about fifteen minutes or so, the Turk came back downstairs. I also had to go, so I went upstairs and noticed that the bedroom door was ajar, and the hallway light is shown into our dark bedroom, directly on Rita's naked back.
She was uncovered lying on her stomach with one leg pulled up, showing her open pussy. Her pussy lips seemed swollen and glistening wet. The idea that the Turk had maybe seen her like this started to excite me.
But, I had guests and closed the door a little, and went to the bathroom.
As I returned downstairs, the three were whispering among themselves, and the Turk was showing them his fingers. I asked what's up, and they said it was an inside joke.
Rita:
Finally, Eugene is home; I'll pretend I'm asleep. At last, he's coming upstairs, but why is he waiting at the bedroom door?
I am a little horny, and I've been waiting for him. Oh no, he goes straight to the point again, damm, he knows I don't like it when he touches my pussy or nipples before I'm really turned on.
But his hands are rough tonight, and he is rubbing and, unusually, playing on all the right places. Funny, he is really good tonight. I'll lift my ass a little bit to show him I like it.
But, I have to remind him to use hand cream.