My wife and I grow up in a small town in Connecticut. We first met in high school. She was a junior and I was a senior. I was the first person she had sex with. Shortly after she graduated from high school we were married.
Although my wife was somewhat shy and reserved when it came to sex, our sex life was good. After two years of marriage some of the excitement was gone for me. One 4th of July weekend we were invited to party at friends house. Having no other plans we accepted and made the one-hour trip. After a long day and night of partying we head home. On the way home we decided to stop at a bar not far from where we lived.
The bar was empty for a Saturday night. There were one or two couples and an older man sitting at the bar. My wife, who gets very friendly when she's drunk, started a conversation with the older man. His name was Mark. He was a salesman that lived in New York with his wife and family. Before we knew it the bar was closing and we had to leave. My wife asked Mark if he wanted to stop at our house for a nightcap before calling it a night. He accepted and followed us home in his car.