February fourteenth, nineteen hundred and eighty three. That day marks the wedding day of my wife Jill and I. It also marks the wedding day of my best friend Marks wedding to Mary. My name is Jeff. Twenty five years ago last Valentine's Day four people that grew up together, were always best friends, held a joint wedding ceremony in a small town in the upper Midwest. As the years went by we went our separate ways, Jill and I to the west coast, Mark and Mary to the east coast. Over the years we always managed to stay in touch with each other but had never got together again. That changed on our twenty fifth wedding anniversary and it will forever be a day to remember!
Before I tell you the details, let me tell you about the four of us. I am a forty nine year old six foot tall male that still feels like I'm the same twenty three I was that day we got married. Jill is my age and is still the striking five foot ten inch raven haired beauty that she was all those years ago. Our sex life over all these years of marriage has been nothing short of fantastic. We've never been afraid to share our wants, our needs and our fantasies. Living in southern California has helped us achieve many of those fantasies and has kept our lives together exciting to say the least. From talking to Mark over the years, he hasn't fared as well as I have in that department, but he still tells me that he and Mary have had a good sex life together. Not great, just good. Mary is a bit of a prude when it comes to sex, Mark tells me. All those years ago Mark was a big six foot two monster of a man. He tells me that not much has changed and promises that when we do get together I'll know it's him! Mary was quite the opposite. Maybe five foot two at best, she was a tiny little thing but still a gorgeous woman. Bright red hair topped of a face that would make the heart melt of any sane man. And those breasts! They would give any sane man an instant hard-on! Mark tells me she's still the same old Mary.
Mark and Mary live in Maine and have always found the north country to their liking but have longed to come and visit us in California. For the past five years we've planned for them to come out here so the four of us could celebrate our twenty fifth anniversary together just as we'd talked about on the day we all got married. The day has finally come.
Jill has been planning for this day for over a year. No stone has been left unturned. Red roses are to be delivered on Valentine's day along with a five pound sack of red rose petals that she insists must be spread around in the hot tub. A caterer has been hired to come in that evening to do a lavish barbeque for the four of us. The champagne is already on ice. A large twenty fifth anniversary cake is ready to go at the local bakery. She has forgot nothing! It's been twenty five years since we've last been with our best friends and Jill wants this to be perfect.
Mark and Mary are due in the day before and I am to pick them up at the airport while Jill puts the finishing touches on the party. As I wait for them in the lobby of LAX the anticipation grows. It's been so long and we were all such good friends it's hard to imagine why it's taken us twenty five years to finally get together again. At last I seen them heading my way! Mark was right. He's still the big bull of a man that he was those so many years before, with barely a touch of gray on his head. And Mary, if anything is more gorgeous than she was all those years ago! The red hair still bright, that gorgeous face to die for! Don't forget the breasts! They were her best feature then and they still are today! I try to think of the Lakers so I don't get a raging hard-on in the middle of the airport! I always wondered what it would be like to see her naked, to see those breasts in all their glory. Nothing has changed in that respect!
We say our hellos as only long lost friends would and head to our place. The conversation is constant with the three of us trying to catch up on old times. By the time we reach home it's as though we've been together instead of apart all these years. As we pull in to the driveway, Jill comes running out the door. Mary bolts out of the car and the two of them embrace and instantly burst in to tears. Mark and I give them a minute and then go over to them. Jill reaches out for Mark and gives him a big old hug before we all head to the door.
After we're all settled in, Jill and Mary prepare dinner for us. It is the middle of February but it's still a balmy 75 degrees out so we have our supper out on the patio. Both Mark and Mary comment on the hot tub and Jill tells them that it's off limits tonight but that we'd all enjoy it tomorrow night. A glass of wine with supper leads to another after we've finished eating and the conversation turns to old times and all the fun we used to have together. Soon, the conversation brings us to the present and of course, more wine. By this time we're all feeling quite tipsy and when Jill gets this way she loves to talk about sex! Now, I love my wife dearly, but sometimes she can get carried away with this subject. It's one thing for her to do it with our "swinging" friends but this is Mark and Mary! I try to drop subtle hints to her to keep it a bit tamer and not let them know all our secrets but she just laughs at me and continues to tell the two of them stories about some of the good times we've had in the hot tub. I try to beak it up by saying " I suppose the two of you are beat from the trip." "Maybe you'd like to retire for the night?"
Mary's first with an answer. "Mark, maybe we should go in and at least get in to our night clothes." So off they go.
"Jill, maybe you ought to tone it a down a bit", I tell her when our guests leave the patio. Jill always gets horny when she's full of alcohol and I have to admit that I'm pretty much in the same boat myself right now. All that racy talk has me horny and I know that Jill and I will make love tonight. We always do when she's like this.
"Jeff, don't be such a pinhead!" "I just want to find out how their sex life has been over the years and feel like bragging about ours a bit," she laughs. "Besides, I know how much you've always wanted to make love to Mary and I just thought I'd help you out a bit." "And, I wouldn't mind finding out if Mark is as good as he looks!"
We both laugh about it but know that deep down that's been part of our plan all along. I tell Jill that maybe we'd better head to be, too, when out walks Mark and Mary. Mary is dressed in a flannel pair of pajamas and Mark in sweatpants and a sweatshirt. Both Jill and I give them grief for dressing like that in sunny Southern California. Then we tell them to pour themselves another glass of wine and we'd go get into our nightclothes, too. A few minutes later we're back out to join them, Jill in a slinky night dress and me in a pair of shorts.
We pour ourselves another glass of wine and Jill goes to work with her sex stories all over again. Soon all four of us are laughing and just having a great time lying to each other about our past sexual experiences. Mark and Mary have nothing to tell us other than their past tales of great lovemaking together. They explain how their love for each other has kept their sex life together great and that they've never had a need to include any one else in it. Jill then pipes up and asks them both "you mean to tell us that you've never wondered what it would be like to make love to anyone else in twenty five years together?" Both Mark and Mary looked at each other and answered simply, "no."
