This is the story of how my wife came out of her shell.
My wife Kelly wasn't interested in sex for a while after our wedding. She only participated to make me happy, but never instigated it. She said she was self-conscious about her physique and a bit depressed. She gained a little weight after we met in college, but not so much to make her 5'11" frame more than a little curvy. I tried to convince her that I thought she looked beautiful and sexy, but she would shrug it off.
One day she decided to change that, and started eating right and working out regularly. After a couple of months she was back to her college weight, and more fit than ever before. She started being more receptive to my advances, agreeing to sex more often. But it still wasn't at the pace we were at in school. I chalked it up to my own weight gains since college and my professional commitments.
My work keeps me busy, and I often have to stay late. On top of that Kelly's job isn't on a regular 9 to 5 schedule, so she has big chunks of the week open. Since most of her friends live too far away to see, she decided to start visiting her family more often.
One cousin in particular, John, recently moved closer for work. He was a bit of an asshole, but he could be nice sometimes. Kelly didn't have a strong relationship with John, on account of him being such a jerk. She really wanted to fix that, so usually she would try to hang out with him when she was off of work.
The only thing that bothered me about that was John's roommate, Noah. Noah was well built, muscular and blonde. Back in college it was my own blonde hair and wayward smile that attracted Kelly to me. Kelly also has a big attraction to muscles, and Noah definitely has me beat. He works in construction and was an athlete in high school. Because of this I've always felt she's been secretly attracted to him.
One Friday night I got home from work on time for once, only to find Kelly out. Not that strange, so I tracked her phone and found she was at her cousin John's place. I figured she'd be there until 8 or 9pm, so I started making dinner for myself and put a movie on to relax.
I woke up on the couch around midnight, sore and disoriented. I checked my phone to see where Kelly was. It seemed she was still at John's place, so she must have decided she was too tired to drive and stayed the night there.
"Oh well", I said to myself. "She'll probably be back by 10am."
I went to bed to try and get back to sleep, but an hour later I heard the car pulling into the driveway.
"Hmm, that's strange" I thought. "Why would't Kelly sleep over?"
I was still trying to go to sleep when Kelly entered the bedroom. I could hear her pull off her yoga pants and shirt. Then she put on a little night dress and slid into bed with me. I rolled over to give her a kiss hello, and noticed that she hesitated a second before kissing back.
With the kiss there was also a strange salty taste - both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. I immediately reached to turn the light on and get a better look. Hair disheveled, makeup askew, and lips swollen.
"I have to tell you something" Kelly said, looking apprehensive.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Well, I was hanging out with John and Noah, and just before dinner John wanted to do shots of fireball" She started.
"We ended up doing three shots each. Then we sat down to eat and watch a movie. Unfortunately we chose something light for dinner, so the drinks hit us hard."
