Okay, so this is a 100% true story which happened just this past week. I feel compelled to put everything into words now, before I forget the details of how everything transpired.
My girlfriend, "Laney" and I had lived together for around 4 years, and were both extremely happy with our relationship. Other than the 20 year age gap, (me 45 / her 25), we shared all of the same interests, hobbies, and even the same profession (how we met). When we first met, I was literally her first date, first kiss, and first 'everything.'
Over the past 2 years, we had become what we consider to be "gym rats", working out 7 days a week, usually in the early mornings. Recently, we each accepted a new job (working together) in a new city, so we spent the last couple of weeks saying our 'goodbyes' to friends & family in the area.
Some of the toughest goodbyes were with our "gym buddies,"who we had grown to know daily over the past 2 years. During our last week at the gym, "Ben", one of our mutual gym friends, confessed to Laney that when she joined 2 years ago, that he had a major "crush" on her, and was about to ask her out, when he learned that her and I were a couple, which resulted in him backing off on all the flirting.
Of course the day that he confessed this to her was the 1 morning I took off from going, so I didn't get to witness it myself.
When she got home, she proceeded to tell me about their conversation, and how flattering it was to her. This struck me as a little odd because I knew how much she HATES attention from other men, but I was glad that someone made her feel good about herself. She then proceeded to go take a post-gym shower, and when I picked up her clothes to put in the laundry, I noticed that her panties were absolutely soaked! I wondered if her conversation with Ben had anything to do with it, but I just dismissed it as them being sweaty following a good workout.
It was easy to dismiss certain things like that because Laney is someone that has always considered herself to be rather 'asexual', not really being interested in sex all that much. We are only intimate about once every 2 months, and when we are, she has never let me cum in her (EVER), due to her extreme fear of pregnancy. (Even with a condom)
The next morning at the gym, I couldn't help but be extra aware of their interactions at the gym, as I was curious as to how she would now react to him. They still seemed chatty and friendly with each other, and maybe I was experiencing a small pang of jealousy, coupled with just a little bit of curiosity.
I finished my workout before she did, and walked over to where they were still chatting, to kind of 'break it up', so we could head home. Before we left, he asked if he could treat us to a dinner, before we moved away. We told him that our moving day was on Sunday, and he responded to ask if he could cook us a "going away" dinner on Friday evening.
We thought it was a nice gesture, and accepted his invitation. On our way home I asked her if Ben was ever someone she would be attracted to (if we weren't together). She said, 'no', that he was more of like a 'brother' to her, and that she really couldn't see herself with someone shorter than her (she is 5'8" and Ben is around 5'6") I was expecting her to mention something about him being Black, but she was more concerned with his height, and the fact that she could only see him as 'a friend.'
The next couple of days passed quite quickly, with mostly packing boxes and finalizing moving arrangements in our new city. Friday quickly arrived, and we retreated to each of our bathrooms to get ready to head over to Ben's for dinner. we decided not to "dress up" for suck an occasion, but to just keep it casual. When it was about time for us to leave, we met up in the living room to head to his place. I was dressed in just jeans & a polo, and she stepped out of her bathroom looking absolutely stunning! She was wearing jeans, but paired with a rather low-cut, thin top that showed her best 'assets' (34DD). After I picked my jaw up off the floor, we headed over to his place for dinner.
After putting his address in our GPS, we were surprised to see that he only lived about 1 mile from us, a fact that we had never known. We pulled into his driveway at exactly 6pm, and proceeded to walk up to the front door. It was a nice, cozy 2 BR house, and was very well appointed. Ben came to the door, greeted us, and brought us inside. We discovered that Ben was a wonderful cook, and a great host, as we enjoyed the meal he prepared, just sitting laughing, and enjoying the company. During our conversation, he finally admitted to me that he had "hit on" Laney several times when she first started going to that gym, and that she "didn't give him the time of day." We laughed and joked about her not being great at recognizing advances, particularly by the opposite sex. Once dinner was finished, he suggested that her & I relax in the living room while he cleaned the table, and would soon join us. A few minutes later, he joined us, but with wine.
We told politely informed him that he rarely drank, but he insisted, as were were about to be moving away, and we only lived 1 mile from there.
1 glass of wine eventually led to 4, and we were definitely 'feeling no pain'. By that point it was getting late, and I mentioned that I thought it best if we called it a night, said our final goodbyes, and made our way back home. Ben insisted on "just one more", even if he had to drive us home, stating that he said that he would never see us again after that. We reluctantly agreed, even though I felt we shouldn't. That last (big) glass came, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to drive, because I could hardly focus my eyes forward without the room spinning. I looked over at Laney, and she looked VERY glassy-eyed, so I knew she was probably in worse shape than I. At that moment, she asked to use his restroom, stood up, and immediately fell down. Ben chuckled and said, "Looks like it's time to bring you two home. Don't worry about your car, you can come get it in the morning." I was not able to help much, as I could barely walk myself, but I managed to help Ben get her to the back of his car. I sat with her in the back, as Ben made the short drive to our house. She was totally out of it, as someone who rarely drinks, she had consumed enough wine that she was just sputtering sentence fragments, and basically non-coherent.
Ben & I were able to get her in the front door, and to our bedroom, where we placed her on the bed, still unaware of her surroundings. I thanked Ben for the evening, as asked him if he could see himself out, while I took a shower, in an attempt to sober myself up a bit. Ben then headed towards the front door while I started my shower.
I took a much longer shower than normal, both trying to sober up, as well as replaying the night's activities in my head.
I was still intrigued with the idea that Ben had hit on her, and wasn't quite sure how I felt about it. But I figured there was no harm in it, as we were moving out of town in less than 2 days.
After about a good 20min in the shower, I got out, dried off, and ventured into the bedroom, glad to finally be able to go to bed.