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We all met at similar points in our lives. Engaged, trying to start our professional lives, still figuring out who we actually were, and then learning to be comfortable with that.
Rose and I met Chris and Stephanie separately. Our friend groups ran somewhat parallel, and once we met we all became easy friends. Shared goals, hobbies, and so much more bonded us quickly. The two of them seemed more like lifelong friends than new ones.
The two of them resemble their past so well. Chris a coastal California surfer type. Tall, muscular, somewhat tan with short hair. Stephanie being 5’8, and somewhat universally known as «the hot one.» Her style still resembled when she worked for the Warped Tour. She had amazing legs, and a fantastic ass. I could never really tell much, as I wasn’t trying to be too interested in a friends girl.
Chris’s personality was that of a basic guy, for better or worse. Mostly traditional, nuclear family beliefs somehow co-existing with more modern living. Over the years we developed differently. As I became more confident in myself, he remained unsure. Sometimes insecure.
Personality wise, Stephanie is energetic, happy, and a lightning rod of positivity. Sometimes it seems that she has an image of what she wants everything to be like, and for the most part through sheer will she manifests that life. It’s hard to describe her adequately. We all know somone similar to her.
It wasn’t abnormal for Stephanie to stop by on short notice. Generally I would do whatever I could to free them up from the kids or responsibilities so they could relax together. Chris almost never came. I started to suspect there were potential issues when Chris started regularly complaining about a lack of sex.
Dry spells happen, and I have absolutely mentioned that it may not be happening as regularly on occasion, but complaining always feels like there is a bigger issue. One day Rose mentioned Stephanie had gone all out for him, outfit, sexy hotel, fun intentions…and yet he still was complaining. After the weekend Rose would only say it went «bad.»
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As I finished my run in the garage I heard a car pull up, and moments later heard Stephanie and Rose start talking. I closed the door, and turned the radio up a bit. It was always tempting to listen in to gossip, but I feel that hearing what wasn’t ment for you usually ends poorly. As I finished my run I could hear Stephanie talking somewhat quickly. Maybe upset/frustrated. I decided ro give them space and privacy by tossing in a strength routine as well.
Eventually it got to the point I had to go into the house, and at least through where they were to shower. As I entered I saw Stephanie’s mascara had ran with her tears, and she wasn’t in a great place. I told them I would shower and free them up for the day. I was told to just shower and come back out.
As I quickly showered I tried to figure it out in my head. What could have happened. Did someone get fired? Cancer? Their dog is kind of old…I got to a point I was just concerned. I wanted to help fix it…but didn’t know what had happened yet.
I tossed on some board shorts, and a summer button up. As she started to share, some things became clear.
I don’t feel comfortable being specific, but can say that many of the negative stereotypes of husband’s that quit putting effort and care into relationships had happened. The type of stuff the r/ communities see pop up as stories read on YouTube or TikTok.
It also became obvious my wife shared way more detail about our sex life than I thought, and I knew little of Stephanie.
I have tried to figure her out, but never was sure. Her attitude and confidence felt like she could be really naughty if encouraged and empowered, but she made some really vanilla flavored statements in the past. She knew people who were swingers, but was pretty vocal about being a 1 on 1 type of girl. While playing CaH at a party anal came up.
I didn’t catch what she was responding to but Rose said «It’s not the worst. Can be great with the right partner.» Someone else made a judgey statement and Stephanie jumped in that there wasn’t anything wrong with it…but she was «exit only.» Many of the statements reflected traditional, vanilla, or at least the desire to be seen as such. I could never tell where she actually was.
I was snapped back from my thoughts about Stephanie when Rose told me they needed my perspective, and that I could be honest. «It’s Stephanie. I won’t be jealous of whatever you say, I know how into me you are.»
Of all the times I felt like I shouldn’t be honest, this was the most obvious. Stephanie looked so defeated, as if something had been taken from her…maybe I should be.
Stephanie explained hotel «night» was actually a weekend away she had planned to fuck his brains out. The first night dinner and a concert with Hopefully a quicky. The next day was couples massages, breakfast, wine tasting, and then a plan of absolutely rocking his world, and leaving him drained. She brought toys. And a very sexy outfit or two.
«Would you ignore this?» Stephanie asked shoving her phone into my face. She was wearing a plaid skirt, the kind that doesn’t really cover anything, and a button up shirt tied into a top. Her nipples visible through the shirt. Perfectly sized to her breasts. Her body was better than I ever imagined. I instantly regretted never wearing underwear with board shorts.
I panicked a bit a and looked at Rose, her eyebrows up. A slight smile, she looked somewhat excited for me to reply…
Absolutely not, you have more than my full attention now.
Oh, so you wouldn’t tell me your to full and that I have the worst timing? Stephanie looked mad as she asked. Hurt.
No. Honestly if there is a hint that I may be getting laid I eat lighter. Try not to drink much. Especially if it’s intentionally sexy for an outing.
Would you be mad if Rose tried using a toy WITH YOU!?
Nope. Toys are fucking great. But it kind of gets me off to get Rose off…so…
Would you tell me to take the outfit off and lie down? She swiped the picture, revealing a teasing butt shot in the skirt. I almost prefer teasing shots…I snapped my attention back to Rose. She was still excited, and nodding for me to be honest.
Absolutely not. First, you are so perfectly dressed for fun in that. If you want to dress like you want my dick that badly, I’m going to do my best to reward that…
Stephanie seemed, relieved. Almost as if she wasn’t crazy. It doesn’t «get in the way?»
I hated knowing she was repeating hurtful words said to her. I could tell there were marks left on her confidence that don’t go away easily.
No. Frankly that skirt could be useful. It’s nice having something to pull you back into me with, and highlighting a great view. Something seemed to click with her.
Rose had a spark of interest I hadn’t seen with her before. Stephanie’s body language had changed. Relaxed, but perked up with a new interest.
As we continued to talk I could feel my heart racing. My pulse noticeable on my wrist. I was so interested, almost ready to go on the table right there surprising my wife…but also very concerned about what Rose was thinking.
We had talked in loose concept about involving others, but never anything past that we found the idea a fun fantasy. This felt like I was flying, and my wings were getting hot.
Suddenly a text notification vibrated loudly on the table. Frustrated, Stephanie left suddenly.
After she left Rose thanked me for being honest. Apparently her confidence had been completely shot by this point, and they were close to separating.
Rose assured me she wouldn’t put me in a position with her friend she would be uncomfortable with, and asked how I felt. I started to explain I was there for Stephanie when Rose made it clear she ment physically. ‘As long as everyone is comfortable, I’m good»
Part two: Coming soon.
