"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.
