My wife Jane was cheated on by her ex-husband, and it caused her a lot of emotional issues. The one that was the most annoying was the fact she was incredibly prudish. She didn't mind having sex, but the idea of oral sex was completely off the menu. We had an active sex life but on one occasion I'd gotten her drunk and her freaky side came out. Initially, I assumed she didn't have one, but once I got a taste of it, I was always trying to figure out a way to bring it to the surface.
She repeatedly rebuffed all my attempts to spark the spicy girl inside her, but it was something that was always on my mind. Every year she went to a gathering of her friends from school where she grew up, and this year I was coming with her. We had a very serious conversation one night where she talked about an ex-boyfriend that she hadn't seen a long time was gonna be there and she was thinking about not going.
At first, I was going to agree with her. It's not like I wanted to go hang out with her friends I didn't know, but something lit a flame under my ass. I had an idea that someone from her past could break down years of prudish modesty with key to the back door. That really got me going. The fact she was worried about it told me this was probably what her subconscious was trying to avoid.
That said, the idea of being a cuckold, and having some dude bang my wife, never entered my mind. There was a part of me that wanted it to go that far because it would be proof that this chance encounter could be the key to unlocking her sexuality. The other part of me was thinking:
No flipping way are you getting a piece of my wife that I can't get, dude.
That was a real danger-- that she might get triggered by an old memory, and it wouldn't have any impact on me. I convinced her that would be a great idea to go and who knows maybe she and this guy had some unresolved issues that they never got to work through.
Everyone met in the city and we convoy to an Airbnb that we rented for the weekend. It was typical of a party cabin that had lots of bedrooms, a big kitchen, stools, tables, a sectional, four doors, two fronts and two backs. The yard had a giant fire pit, a barbecue and a nice smattering of trees.
I was getting introduced to all her friends and the man of the hour, Levi, wasn't there. One of Jane's girlfriends Patty said that Levi was on his way and made some whistling noises. Someone else said that Levi had gotten fat and was gross these days. Jane visibly relaxed when she heard that news, and I was certain that my earlier observation about her being tempted by him was correct.
What are the odds anything happens if he's fat?
There was more talk about how Jane and Levi used to be a thing or she was the one that got away. I asked who Levi got away with, and somebody mentioned the name Rebecca. I could tell Jane didn't like Rebecca, but no one seemed to have any hard feelings about her. While we were talking, a car pulled up and a lanky dude about my height stepped out and Jane froze.
The man, obviously Levi, walked up to the group and said 'Hey' to people he grew up with like it was yesterday. I knew from the conversation that he had been gone for sometime, and this was the first chance he had together with his friends. Patty was the first person to make it clear that Jane was blushing.
"Come on give him a hug." Patty teased.
She wasn't budging, but others joined in and ribbed her until she finally tore herself away from me and gave him a hug. Levi seemed to be a standup guy and gave me a handshake and told me in the friendliest voice how jealous he was of me.
As soon as she was able to, Jane collared me and said we needed to leave. Even if I didn't have ulterior motives, I wasn't in the mood to drive all the way back to town to do what--sit in the hotel until we could fly home?
"You want to leave?"
I didn't mean to say it as loud as I did, but Patty, and some of the others heard it and piled on knowing exactly why we were having this conversation. When it looked like we had won her over, a bunch of her friends gave me pats on the back for not letting her escape. Patty went out of her way to give me a very inviting hug. The one black guy, Jerome, out of the crew was less enthusiastic, but gave me a nod for my efforts.
The momentary storm cloud passed, and I was accepted into the group, and everybody started talking as if nothing happened. Patty parked Levi on the other side of Jane and put herself right next to me. Patty was the Daisy Duke of the crowd. Big tits and liked to rub her cleavage against me.
Jerome was the bartender was making drinks for everyone. Jane was staring daggers at me every time Patty used her boobs to hug my forearm. Jane was a prude deep down and didn't like the idea, me being unfaithful with her friends. Patty was quite pretty but way too forward for my tastes. The upside of Jane being mad at me was she stopped being awkward around Levi and they started sharing stories.
"How is it that that you all met?" I asked.
"Drama club." Levi said.
"We're all lesbians--Thespians." Patty said.
"Which is it?"
I had to make the joke because I didn't want to get excluded from the conversation despite my lack of experience with theater. One of the other girls chimed in with an answer to my question.
"If we're talking about Patty's Freshman Thespian convention, the answer is both."
Patty turned beet red and everyone started laughing. Patty got control of her emotions, and said her first serious thing of the evening.
"Ted, before you believe these naysayers, the girl was an upperclassman and
told me she wanted to help me convey chemistry when I had to fake it by contriving a lesbian make out session."
I got the feeling she wanted to improve her skills to the point of where someone could trick her into bed. She and probably everyone else here put a lot of effort into their theater work and that's why they were such good friends.
It was actually a lot of fun hanging out with them. Alcohol was flowing. Jane stopped, needling me about how much Patty was flirting. Jerome handed a martini glass filled with blue liquid to Jane. It looks like something straight out of Star Trek. Everyone made oohs and aahs until someone demanded Levi tell the story.
At one of the conventions which essentially formed Jane and Levi's backstory, someone made this mystery drink and Jane got shitfaced. She got shitfaced so bad she couldn't remember which room she was staying in and ended up spending the night in Levi's room because she didn't have her room key.
"I was not that drunk." Jane said.
Everyone looked around--not that she was that drunk, but that she was on her way there.
"What was the first thing you said to me when you woke up?" Levi said.
Jane blushed.
When she didn't answer, one of the other girls did for her.
"What are you doing in my bed!"
Everyone laughed. Jane didn't remember anything after X number of drinks including losing her key and thinking she slept in her own hotel room.
"So what happened?" Someone else said.
"Nothing she was shitfaced." Levi said.
Patty put her mouth to my ear and whispered, then why did she wake up naked?
I raise my eyebrows to that, but didn't say anything when she smiled back at me. It was clear everyone was loosening up, and I was pretty sure Jane was getting drunk. Jerome took a break and Patty made another blue drink for Jane.
As much as I wanted to believe Jane would to loosen up, I got the impression Patty was trying to so she could have her way with me. I can't say I wasn't tempted, but I was far more interested in seeing some barriers in my wife's prudishness broken down, rather than getting my own piece of ass.
We kept talking for a while and half of the group went outside. Levi and Jane had been in deep conversation for a while now, and Patty drag me off of the bar and onto the sectional about 15 feet away. I could still see them talking like old friends. Jane finished her second blue drink, and Levi poured her a third straight.
