My
wife suddenly got a mischief grin when I told her that Todd, an old
collage buddy of mine, was coming in a few days for a visit. Todd is
black. Her first question was for how long he would be staying. “At
least for the weekend, maybe though the week and the following weekend,
depending on how soon he gets some business of his taken care of.”
“And just where is he going to sleep?” Was her second question, and a very good one. We live in a one bedroom apartment.
“We
do have the hide-a-bed in the couch, but he said he had some back
problem so I told him he could have our bed and we would sleep on the
hide-a-bed.”
“You know I hate sleeping on that thing.” Turning away from me she walked away to our bedroom.
Several
days latter Todd showed up at our apartment. The three of us spent the
afternoon shooting the breeze and catching up on old times. After many
beers it was time for bed. My wife, Beth, ran off to our bedroom to
change as I pulled the bed out of the couch and Todd waited for Beth to
get out of the bedroom so he could get to bed.
Both Todd and I were totally caught
off guard when Beth sauntered out of the bedroom. The only thing she had
on was a semi-transparent purple nightgown that stopped just below her
crotch. Todd just stood there and turned as he watched her walk to the
hide-a-bed and climb in. “G-good night and thanks for letting me use
your bed.” He said as he went to bed.
Climbing into bed I turned to my wife
and asked here when she got that nightgown. “Todd gave it to me a few
years ago.” She purred as she cuddled up to me and started to get a bit
frisky.
I kissed her, “I don’t think this is a
good time. I left the condoms in the bedroom, and I don’t feel
comfortable having sex when Todd is just though that door. Not to
mention that I am very tired.”