I had not seen Jim in ten years. We were buddies from back in high school and we even went to college together. After college the band members all went different ways but we kept in touch with emails and phone calls. I had gotten married a few years earlier but he could not make it to the wedding because he had just got a job that took him overseas for a year. He was coming back home and he asked if it was OK if he dropped by to see me and the new wife on his way back to Houston where he lived.
I was very excited to see him again and the wife, although a little nervous perhaps, was excited also. I had told her of many of our adventures as band members and long time friends and some of the things we had done gave Elaine a reason to pause. We had shared everything from rooms and booze to drugs and girls. To say we had a good time doing the sex, drugs and rock and roll thing was an understatement. Still, he was coming, I was excited and the wife, well she was excited too, I think.
We got a call from the airport at three saying he had just landed. I jumped in the car to go get him by myself because the wife was not ready yet. I met him outside in the pick-up lane and we exchanged big hugs, grabbed the luggage and off we went back to my place.
When we got there we were greeted by my wife in a short hip hugging black dress and red high heels. Jim's eyes almost popped out of his head but he kept his composure and introduced himself like the womanizer I once knew. We called him Slick because he could talk almost any woman into his bed and most times into having threesomes with the two of us.
I had always loved being his wingman, and he always treated his wingman well, if you know what I mean. Myself, I was a bit shocked at how my wife had dressed but she was a looker and always liked to show off, so this did not come as too big of a surprise.
We went inside and got Jim's bags to his room and told him to take his time and get a shower. We would be taking him for a night out on the town when he was ready. We heard him turn on the shower when Elaine remembered she had forgot to put fresh towels in the guest bedroom and without thinking, grabbed up a few in her arms and went right in. I heard her squeal and say she was sorry and when she returned to the living room she was bright red. I did not have to ask what happened, I just laughed at her.
In about a half an hour Jim was ready and off to town we went. We went to eat at a quiet little Italian joint just a short drive from the house. The Maître de took us to a dark little table in the back where the wife and I often requested to be seated. We ordered wine and a variety of pastas and breads. As the wine got flowing so did the stories of college and the band we played in.
At first Jim was careful about what he talked about but when I asked him if he remembered the twins we had shared, he got the hint that no subject was taboo. I had told my wife many of the stories myself as ways to spice up our sex life so she had heard most of them, but she seemed very interested in the way Jim told the stories.
When the waiter brought us the bill, Jim reached out and took it. My wife stood up, walked around the table and tried to take it from him. He tried to put it behind his back and she reached both arms around him to get at it, so he quickly shoved it underneath himself and sat on it. He did not know Elaine. She reached right down between his legs and grabbed a part of it that was sticking out. He almost jumped out of his seat and she had the check. One point for Elaine.
Next we headed to a bar across town where the band was good and the dance floor was big and spacious. Elaine and I wasted no time getting on the dance floor and Jim watched us as he ordered a round of drinks. After two songs in a row we headed back to the table and the drinks that were waiting.
We all sat and sipped our drinks while watching the other patrons dancing and drinking and hitting on the waitresses. Soon Elaine was tired of sitting and reached out and took Jim's hand leading him to the dance floor. After one fast song a slow song started. I watched as Elaine took his hand and put it on her hip and snuggled up close to Jim for the slow number. They glided around the floor taking turns holding each other close and whispering into each other's ears.
When the song ended they broke it up and headed back to the table. By that time I had ordered and received another round and we all clinked glasses in a salute and drank until they were gone. After a short while Elaine pulled me back onto the dance floor and away we went. Jim had gone to another table to ask one of the ladies in a threesome of women to dance, and on off they went too.
