Story Part 6
The next morning I woke and Ron was already dressed and ready for work. He seemed very excited bout the activities of the night before. I, on the other hand, had no idea how I felt, except that I knew life was different. I now not only had permission to fuck others, I had complete support and active endorsement. Yet, somehow, Greg did not seem the right guy. But I had to admit there was a little excitement running through me. It was never that I was overwhelmed by lovemaking with Ron. But I couldn't believe he wanted me to be such a slut, especially in front of his friends and co-workers.
When Ron got home from work that night, he prepared dinner. I had to work a little late, so it was sweet to come home and find everything ready. I thought for a moment that perhaps he'd had a change of heart, and became jealous. It was not the case.
Ron told me that his friend Jeremy, from college, was coming to town on Thursday for business on Friday, and he had asked his friend to stay with us. I knew that he and Jeremy had remained close and Jeremy was an usher at our wedding. He had made no bones about thinking I was a babe as he put it, and he actually hit on me both before and at the reception. I had told Ron about it, and he just said that is the way j|Jeremy was and not to take it personally- take it as a compliment. I knew that Ron and Jeremy, even though friends, had been competitive in school with both sports and women. I felt sure that jJeremy would hit on me again if he stayed with us, and I had a hunch that Ron had planned it.
As the week went by, I began to get turned on by the thought that Jeremy might be coming, on the approval of Ron, to fuck me. There is something about your husband of less than six months bringing his friend into the house just a few days after you've had sex with another man for the first time. I found myself thinking about it and almost hoping that was what they had in mind. Neither Ron nor I brought up the subject, but we got the spare room ready for our guest. His flight was to arrive at about 6:30 pm and Ron was picking him up at the airport.
All I could think of is what to wear, and whether or not I'd read too much into all this. I could hardly bring myself to completely believe that Ron wanted his friend to have me.
(to be cont'd.)
When Ron got home from work that night, he prepared dinner. I had to work a little late, so it was sweet to come home and find everything ready. I thought for a moment that perhaps he'd had a change of heart, and became jealous. It was not the case.
Ron told me that his friend Jeremy, from college, was coming to town on Thursday for business on Friday, and he had asked his friend to stay with us. I knew that he and Jeremy had remained close and Jeremy was an usher at our wedding. He had made no bones about thinking I was a babe as he put it, and he actually hit on me both before and at the reception. I had told Ron about it, and he just said that is the way j|Jeremy was and not to take it personally- take it as a compliment. I knew that Ron and Jeremy, even though friends, had been competitive in school with both sports and women. I felt sure that jJeremy would hit on me again if he stayed with us, and I had a hunch that Ron had planned it.
As the week went by, I began to get turned on by the thought that Jeremy might be coming, on the approval of Ron, to fuck me. There is something about your husband of less than six months bringing his friend into the house just a few days after you've had sex with another man for the first time. I found myself thinking about it and almost hoping that was what they had in mind. Neither Ron nor I brought up the subject, but we got the spare room ready for our guest. His flight was to arrive at about 6:30 pm and Ron was picking him up at the airport.
All I could think of is what to wear, and whether or not I'd read too much into all this. I could hardly bring myself to completely believe that Ron wanted his friend to have me.
(to be cont'd.)
12 years ago
