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 Maรฎtre 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.