My new wife Dina and I stepped out of the chilly evening snow into the warm home of my high school friend Rich. His wife, Tina, greeted us with great hugs, exclaiming "I feel like we are old friends." Tina is obviously not shy, nor reserved, as she looked down at Dina's erect nipples saying, "and you either feel the same or are very cold." Rich and I were best friends who did everything, I do mean everything, together. That is prior to when I went off to college where my life completely changed.
Returning home after completing a doctorates, I was a completely different person than the one Rich had known. I was a bit timid in bringing my wife, who I had met in church, back to my friends who only knew me in a time when I spent every available minute partying. My two lives, and by association, loved ones seemed very incompatible.
Rich and Tina were extremely hospitable, handing us cups of hot buttered rum. As the evening moved on, and the rum continued to be consumed, Tina again mentioned how she felt she had known us forever. This time she added "I have heard so many stories." As I became worried, Dina asked to hear more.
Rich's wife fulfilled my fears and Dina's request simultaneously, "You know; the parties, the girls, ... you know." For what seemed to me hours, Tina would start a story: "when they played strip poker with their girlfriends" or " the night they had a threesome with the waitress they picked up."
Each of these Rich would expound upon in great detail, making me sound larger than life.
Dina sat with a smile on her face encouraging them to continue. While I assured her the stories were a bit exaggerated and embellished. "Busted" was Tina's response as she slipped out of the room to reappear with Rich and I's old photo album, we called it our "trophy book."
My old polaroid had supplied the evidence to convict me. Tina sat beside Dina sharing stories to accompany each picture of Rich and I, usually nude and accompanied by various young ladies. The smile never left Dina's face as a woman I had never met shared very intimate details of my past sexual experiences with my wife.
I was relieved as the photo album was set on a table and our wives left the room. Tina was leading my tipsy wife into another room to show her their new computer. Surely I was now safe as Rich and I's friendship had been pre digital age. Rich and I sat reminiscing of old times. It slowly dawned on me that our wives had not returned. We could hear giggling from the other room. "Perving the net" was Rich's answer to my quizzical look.
As Rich and I looked into the doorway of their spare bedroom/computer room we saw our lovely wives topless in front of the computer. As I stood frozen, Rich asked "who ya chatting up?" Dina jumped and scrambled to pull on her shirt. Her movement allowed me to see the man they were indeed chatting with and the video he was being fed of them topless. With no sense of urgency, Tina logged off the computer. Dina sat looking guilty with her shirt hastily buttoned crooked, Tina sat beside her still topless and unembarrassed.
