"It's for you." Said my wife Amy as she handed me the phone. She had a look of disgust on her face so I had a good idea who it was. There is only one guy I know who could get under a women's skin like that.
"Hey dude what's up." I said.
Joel Whitman was my roommate in college. He was the crazy college party guy we all know. However, unlike the rest of us he has never grown out of that personality. To this day he is still that wild and care free guy. Joel says the first thing on his mind, which is usually politically incorrect. Since I have known him he has never had a girlfriend for longer than a month. Women seem to hate him, and guys want to party with him. Oddly enough and what has always astounded me is that he sleeps with a lot of women. He seems to have a way of pissing women off but making them curious to know more. His relationships never end well.
One of the best Joel stories I can remember occurred one night in the dorms. We ordered a pizza, which is college gold. Everyone wants in, but no one has money. So this cute girl from down the hall asks for a slice. Joel says "sure if you'll fuck me." The girl says, okay. She sits down and Joel gives her a slice. We all laughed assuming it was a big joke. After the pizza, Joel and the girl went into the back room. I am not kidding; 15 minutes later Joel walks out and gives me a thumb's up sign. I can remember saying, no way when Joel proceeded to hold up his dirty condom.
Joel moved out of state after college, so I don't get to see him very much. He called to tell me he was going to be in town in and wanted to know if he could crash at my place. He had tickets to the football game on Saturday, which sounded great to me. I agreed forgetting to check with my wife.
Amy and I have been married for 4 years. She has only met Joel twice. Once when we were dating, we got together with a bunch of my college friends. Joel kept hitting on Amy asking her what a hot piece of ass like her was doing with a nerd like me. The next time was at our wedding when he told her wedding dresses turn him off and proceeded to hit on her 22-year-old cousin. So you can imagine he was not her favorite guy. She did not have a problem with me going to the game with him but was not thrilled with him sleeping over.
The weekend came. Joel arrived and was his usual self. He gave me a big hug and then her too. She was surprised, as he squeezed her closer then socially acceptable and held on longer than normal. I watched as his arms engulfed her slender frame. As he was hugging her he said, "Hey man I forgot how hot your wife is. She feels good too." I could see Amy trying to be polite but pushing herself away from his grasp. Joel and I both watched as Amy walked away. She has a nice round ass that has some bounce when she walks. I have to admit Amy still looks good. I am still very attracted to my wife. All she has to do is look at me with those hazel eyes, and I spring to attention.
The night continued with Joel and I catching up. He made flirtatious comments towards Amy. He would reach out and massage her shoulders. During dinner he started rubbing her knee. Most of this happened right in front of me. For some reason I didn't seem to mind. I actually thought it was kind of funny. At one point he grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him.
"Sit on my lap honey." Said Joel.
"Are you going to do anything?" She said, looking at me.
"Oh he is just goofing around." I said. "Don't take him so seriously.
After dinner Amy and I shared a bottle of wine and Joel had a few beers while we watched a movie. I sat on the small couch so I could stretch out as I was feeling the wine. Amy and Joel shared the big couch. Joel kept trying to put his arm around her but it was so obvious and goofy I didn't say anything.
When Joel got up to go to the bathroom, Amy leaned over to me and said, "He keeps on touching me and whispering stuff in my ear."
I told her he is just playing, and without thinking I told her to flirt back and that will scare him away. The wine was good, my day had been busy and the next thing I remember is waking up to a dark room. It was 2 am and I was alone. I wandered upstairs. Amy was in bed. I got ready and crawled in next to her.
"I can't believe you fell asleep," she said.
"Your awake." I said. I reached out to pull her close. As usual she was completely naked.
"No way." She said pushing herself away. "You have no idea what happened, do you?
"No." I said.
Amy proceeded to tell me how when Joel returned she decided to follow my advice and flirt back. From where she was sitting she could not see my eyes and had no idea I was asleep.
"I wouldn't have done it." She said, with a touch of guilt.
Now I was curious, "What happened?" I asked.
Amy told me Joel put his arm around her so she moved into him. He stroked her shoulder and hair.
"The next thing I new we were making out. I expected you to jump up and stop the whole thing, but you never did. I didn't know what to do, we just kept kissing and.... and, his hands, his hands were all over me."
"Holy shit." I said.
"Are you mad." She asked.
I searched my feelings. I didn't feel mad. Why not? I thought to myself. I thought of Joel and her kissing right in front of me. I realized I wasn't mad I was turned on.
"No" I said. "How long did this go on?" I asked, hoping to get more details.
"I don't know a few minutes. Maybe ten minutes." Said Amy.
"A few, maybe ten. That's a big difference. How did it end?" I asked.
"Well when he started to take my bra off a sense of reality hit me and I stopped him. I grabbed my shirt off the floor and ran upstairs."
"Your shirt was off? " I said with a lump in my throat.
Amy told me it all seems like a big blur. The kissing, then his hands, her shirt being pulled off, more hands exploring her. She did not have to explain much. Although a seemingly quiet and reserved woman, when she gets in the mood, especially with a few glasses of wine she gets really horny. Many nights we end up doing it right they're on the couch. I was surprised she was able to stop herself.
I did not know what to say next. I reached over to her. She moved closer to me. We started kissing, hard. I fondled her breasts, which were hard as a rock, her nipples erect with excitement. I love her breasts. I know most guys like girls with big tits. But I find women with smaller B cup sized breasts are much more sensitive to being touched then women with bigger breasts. Amy's breasts sit nicely on her chest. She is therefore, able to wear revealing tops, and sometimes goes without a bra. I got on top of her and quickly entered her wet pussy.
"Your so hot." I said into her ear.
"Fuck me hard" she said.
I thrust myself deep inside of her, while imagining Joel kissing her and taking her clothes off. I could not believe he did that. I could not believe how turned on I was. Amy was bucking, arching her back as if she could not get enough. I wondered if she too was thinking about Joel. She pressed her hands in the arch of my back pulling me into her. This was the sign that she was ready to explode, and explode she did. It didn't take me long to release my load. We fell asleep in each other's arms.
We awoke to the neighbor's dog barking. I looked over at the clock 7 am. Our dog Dora was at the bedroom door whining. She needed to go out. I was ready to get up when Amy got out of bed. I peeked at her naked body. After 4 years I still like looking at her. She put her pink cotton robe on and went downstairs to let Dora out. I lay in bed thinking about last night. I could not believe my wife made out with my college roommate. As I was lying there thinking about the whole situation I became aware of conversation from down stairs. Joel must have heard the dog as well and went downstairs.
Thoughts of them together raced through my head. I got out of bed and tip toed over to the stairs. They could not see me and I could not see them, I could just barely make out what they were saying. They were talking about last night. True to form he was trying to convince her how much she liked it. She was doing a bad job denying it. You would expect if she were truly regretful she would tell him off, turn around and come back up. I heard Dora scratching at the back door. I heard the door slide open and I expected Amy to head upstairs. Instead she talked with Joel again. I had a hard time hearing what they were saying. Soon I heard her say I have to go up stairs. I ran into bed and waited for her to come in. I noticed her robe was opened slightly in the front revealing a good view of her cleavage. I asked her what happened?
"Oh." She said, looking somewhat guilty "I ran into Joel. He is still a jerk. He asked if I was going to tell you. I told him I already did. Then he asked me if I enjoyed it. Can you believe the nerve? He doesn't even care if you're mad or not."
I realized that I would be facing him soon. I should be punching him out. What would I say? All I knew was I had a raging hard on. Amy got back in bed. She had her back to me. I started rubbing her shoulders, her back, and her buttocks. She spread her legs slightly. I reached between and felt her wetness. I pulled her close to me and entered her from behind. I realized she was wet from Joel, which made me quickly explode deep inside her.
"What are we going to do?" Asked Amy.
"I don't know. I guess I will talk with him about it. Do you want me to end our friendship?
"No." she said. "Just make sure he knows that it was a one-time thing and won't ever happen again."
Breakfast was uneventful; in fact, everyone seemed to be on his or her best behavior. I planned on talking with Joel on our ride to the game but just couldn't bring it up. On our way home after having a couple beers in me I felt a little more at ease.
"So I think we need to talk about last night." I said.
"Yea that was wild, you sure got a hot little lady." Joel said, without a touch of guilt.
I heard myself get defensive. "Hey this was not her fault." I said.
"Dude she's the married one. Hell I thought you were awake. I thought you guys were playing a game. Some married couples get into that you know."
I couldn't believe this guy. Then he went further.
