A short to the point little drama about a man, a wife, and life. Nothing earth-shattering but certainly life changing. No blatant sex, no BTB or RAAC.
I also left this one open-ended. I do hope some of you with more talent that me will take this brief story and expand it. I think there are many possibilities. I do ask a few things. Please credit me somewhere. If you can, put a link to the original. I don't insist on it, but it would be nice if you drop me a message with a link to your ending. I would love to read them.
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I am a non-social beast. I admit it, and I enjoy it. Don't take me wrong. I can be as social as the next guy. I can go to a party or social event, mingle, converse, be entertaining. But that sort of behavior comes at a cost for me. The cost is purely personal. For every hour I spend being sociable, I need two hours to recoup and recharge. Being personable with large groups of people is tiring for me. It leaves me emotionally and physically drained. I hate it.
My wife of 12 years, on the other hand, is my polar opposite. We married young. She was 19 and I was 20. Probably not the smartest choice, but we were, are, in love. She revels in that sort of interaction. She craves it, actually needs it. If she had to stay anywhere for more than a few hours without someone else to talk to, I think she would go mad. Put her in a room with 2 dozen other people, and eventually, she will know all their names and half their life history. She eats that sort of thing up.
The usual results of our social excursions are almost always the same. We get home and I am a physical wreck. I am physically tired and emotionally drained. I typically want to take a shower, have one last drink, and go to bed. My wife comes back from these things charged up, happy, and, sometimes, sexually ramped up. That has led to some incredible sex. Lately, it has led to some unholy fights.
We do go out and socialize. I do it to keep her happy. You know the old drill. A happy wife is a happy life. It has worked for 12 years. Why mess with something that is working. But lately, I have noticed it isn't working as well. The last few times we have gone out, I have noticed a few changes. In the past, I would spend a bit of time with her, doing the social thing, and then find a quiet place near the bar where I could sit and watch the activities. People are entertainments for me. I watch them and am amazed at what people will do and how they change when they become a little inebriated and have an audience.
The last few times we have gone to one of these human sideshows, there has been a difference. I noticed it a few parties ago. When we arrived, Nina, my wife, suggested I should just go find a place to sit. She made it clear that I needn't accompany here on her early rounds through the party. I thought it was a marvelous idea, so I hit the bar and found a chair nearby that afforded me a view of the activities.
Nina scored a glass of white wine, her preferred party drink, and was soon as happy as a clam at high tide moving among the other partiers, laughing, chatting, and enjoying herself. I was as good as I was going to get with a comfortable chair, a glass of scotch, and some good entertainment already cueing itself up. I was particularly enjoying the antics of Simon Plowers. Simon was one of our social group and was a fixture at the parties we attended.
Simon was about our age and thought himself a wit. Unfortunately, the more he drank, the closer he came to being only half right. He was already in good form and making an absolute ass of himself to a small group near the buffet table. His favorite party pastime was to repeat his latest collection of dirty jokes. Most of them were so old they had mold on them, and most of the people he cornered put on a weak smile and did their best to fade into the woodwork.
The party lasted until well after one AM. Several times during the night, Nina would float by where I was sitting, ask if I was doing ok, and, after a kiss, float off again. I resumed my usual occupation of watching other people make asses of themselves. Finally, Nina came back by, took my by the hand and announced it was time to go home.
We called a cab to take us home. We never drive to these events. Years ago we agreed it's just not safe for us to drive since we both like to drink. As usual, on the ride home, she talked non-stop, giving me an almost blow-by-blow recital of her activities during the party, who she met, who she talked to, and any other tidbits that she found interesting. I was, as usual, quiet. I was tired, but I listened and responded appropriately to her narrative.
Once we were home, I headed upstairs toward the shower. Nina followed me, continuing to chatter. I knew she was wired. When she began to undress, I noticed something different. Her nipples were hard and distended. That was a sure sign she was aroused and sexually excited. Before I could get in the shower, Nina was on me, wrapping her arms around me and rubbing up and down against me.
I already had the shower running, and she made it known she intended to join me. That too was unusual but, based on the way she was using her hands and lips, I wasn't complaining. I certainly didn't want to dissuade her. I don't know if mentioned it, but Nina is one sexy lady in my eyes. I have to say that was one of the most enjoyable and longest showers I have ever taken. By the time we finished, we were both shivering because all the hot water had run out.
We fell into bed together. I was exhausted, but Nina seemed to have gotten her second wind. I felt her hands on my cock and her lips caressing my nipples. Furthermore, I groaned, not from pleasure, but in near agony. Exhaustion was overwhelming me, but she seemed to take not notice.
Almost an hour later, I was laying on the bed. Now I was unable to go to sleep. Nina had snuggled into my side, her head on my shoulder, and was snoring lightly. I had time to think, having never seen or experienced the kind of passion and sexual energy that Nina had shown tonight. There was something odd and not quite right about the whole experience. It took a while, but I managed to fall asleep.
The next morning, I was out of bed at my usual 7 AM. I made coffee and sat down at the island bar in the middle of the kitchen. My mind was still nagged by the subtle changes I had observed in Nina. In the light of morning and with a cup of fresh coffee, I did my best to shrug my thoughts away. One part of me was explaining to myself that she had just had an extraordinary time at the party and had come home hyped and overexcited.
I was on my second cup of coffee when Nina came to the kitchen, stumbling sleepily. She got a cup of coffee, sat down next to me, and then grinned.
"That was one hell of a party."
I raised an eyebrow and looked at her.
"I guess. I didn't notice a lot of difference. What did you see and do that was different from all the others?"
I saw a flicker in her eye that I couldn't read before she answered.
"I don't know. I was just a little more intense than the others, I guess. Everyone was having such a good time, it was infectious."
I was searching my memory, trying to identify anything that stood out to me about that evening that would qualify as intense or infectious. I wasn't having much success. There were simply too many holes, too many missing pieces to make this puzzle work.
"I don't get it. Why don't you step me through the whole evening with detail about whom you talked to, what you talked about and what you were doing."
She frowned.
"I don't remember a lot of it. It all just flows together."
"I would think that anything so infectious and intense would stand out in your mind."
I saw that flicker in her eyes again. It disturbs me now more than ever.
"It wasn't one thing or one person. It was the whole vibe at the party."
I got up to pour more coffee. As I turned away from her, I casually spoke.
"No more parties. I don't like them and I don't have fun."
When I turned, she was looking at me in shock.
"But... We."
I cut her off.
"You heard me. No more of these parties with this crowd. We are done."
I saw her shock morph to anger.
