I'm hoping you all can help me out, by reading my post and letting me know what will happen next, or what is already happening that I may have missed.
The truth:
My wife has beautiful strawberry blonde hair. The guy she dated before me was a handsome, confident guy who had been with a LOT of women. However, he apparently hadn't been with a natural redhead before. The first time he went down on her he was a bit surprised to see the strawberry blonde hair down there too. From then on he called her by the nickname "Red".
From what I've gathered through overheard bits of conversation with her girlfriends, he was quite a lover....and she was disappointed when he broke up with her, even though she wasn't in love with him.
The two of them have remained friends though. He has become a friend of mine too. He still calls her Red. I don't think he realizes that I know the origin of the nickname. In fact, I think my wife has forgotten that she told me. She told me late one night after a party at his house. She was rather intoxicated and we were fooling around. I was kissing her belly, sliding lower to go down on her when she asked if I was started the first time I saw her red hair between her legs. I said I wasn't, and then she told me the story...but she practically passed out by the end.
Anyway, he still calls her Red, and oddly this doesn't bother me. In fact it turns me on. I love to see guys flirt with my wife (and vice versa). I think it is extremely hot that everytime he calls her Red they are probably both thinking back to their times in bed together.
Despite still being friends, we hadn't seen the guy in nearly a year, but a couple weeks ago we went to another party at his new house. My wife spent the entire afternoon getting ready for the party - bathing, doing her hair and make-up, and picking out clothes to wear. When she was finally done and I saw her, I wanted to throw her on the bed and ruin all her great work! She looked amazing. She was wearing a short skirt with tall black boots, and a silky button-up top which she had left undone nearly to her tummy! Down in her cleavage hung the long necklace I had given her for her birthday several days earlier. (At least I may have crossed her mind once while she got ready to see her old boyfriend!). I tried to kiss and grope her but she stopped me saying we were running late and had to leave immediately.
When we arrived, he opened the door. He and my wife threw their arms each other and embraced. He lifted her up in his strong arms, as she kissed his cheek several times. He then set her back down and, still holding her hands, pushed her back so he could check her out. He told her she looked amazing (I gotta admit, my competition has good taste!) and my wife blushed a little as she told him he did too.
He looked her up and down again, stopping this time at her chest. The thin sheer top showed she wasn't wearing a bra, but this was also obvious because it was unbuttoned so low. "Just beautiful," he said without moving his eyes from her breasts. She coyly pretended not to understand. "Oh, David gave me this necklace for my birthay. Like it?" "Mmm, he said. Can't take my eyes off it," he said. Then he reached slowly into my wife's cleavage and lifted the necklace. "Amazing," he said...but he wasn't looking at the necklace.
I had been standing behind my wife all this time, still standing in the doorway. After another moment he finally said to me, "The bar is to your right. Go help youself. I want to show your wife around my new house." "Uh, okay," I said as they walked off in the opposite direction holding hands."
The fantasy:
Okay, so all of the above is absolutely true. I didn't see them again for quite a while. (He had a pool table, and I'm an avid player.) What do you think happened? I would GREATLY appreciate any comments. Don't hold anything back. I won't hold it against you if you say things about my wife.
Thank you!
The truth:
My wife has beautiful strawberry blonde hair. The guy she dated before me was a handsome, confident guy who had been with a LOT of women. However, he apparently hadn't been with a natural redhead before. The first time he went down on her he was a bit surprised to see the strawberry blonde hair down there too. From then on he called her by the nickname "Red".
From what I've gathered through overheard bits of conversation with her girlfriends, he was quite a lover....and she was disappointed when he broke up with her, even though she wasn't in love with him.
The two of them have remained friends though. He has become a friend of mine too. He still calls her Red. I don't think he realizes that I know the origin of the nickname. In fact, I think my wife has forgotten that she told me. She told me late one night after a party at his house. She was rather intoxicated and we were fooling around. I was kissing her belly, sliding lower to go down on her when she asked if I was started the first time I saw her red hair between her legs. I said I wasn't, and then she told me the story...but she practically passed out by the end.
Anyway, he still calls her Red, and oddly this doesn't bother me. In fact it turns me on. I love to see guys flirt with my wife (and vice versa). I think it is extremely hot that everytime he calls her Red they are probably both thinking back to their times in bed together.
Despite still being friends, we hadn't seen the guy in nearly a year, but a couple weeks ago we went to another party at his new house. My wife spent the entire afternoon getting ready for the party - bathing, doing her hair and make-up, and picking out clothes to wear. When she was finally done and I saw her, I wanted to throw her on the bed and ruin all her great work! She looked amazing. She was wearing a short skirt with tall black boots, and a silky button-up top which she had left undone nearly to her tummy! Down in her cleavage hung the long necklace I had given her for her birthday several days earlier. (At least I may have crossed her mind once while she got ready to see her old boyfriend!). I tried to kiss and grope her but she stopped me saying we were running late and had to leave immediately.
When we arrived, he opened the door. He and my wife threw their arms each other and embraced. He lifted her up in his strong arms, as she kissed his cheek several times. He then set her back down and, still holding her hands, pushed her back so he could check her out. He told her she looked amazing (I gotta admit, my competition has good taste!) and my wife blushed a little as she told him he did too.
He looked her up and down again, stopping this time at her chest. The thin sheer top showed she wasn't wearing a bra, but this was also obvious because it was unbuttoned so low. "Just beautiful," he said without moving his eyes from her breasts. She coyly pretended not to understand. "Oh, David gave me this necklace for my birthay. Like it?" "Mmm, he said. Can't take my eyes off it," he said. Then he reached slowly into my wife's cleavage and lifted the necklace. "Amazing," he said...but he wasn't looking at the necklace.
I had been standing behind my wife all this time, still standing in the doorway. After another moment he finally said to me, "The bar is to your right. Go help youself. I want to show your wife around my new house." "Uh, okay," I said as they walked off in the opposite direction holding hands."
The fantasy:
Okay, so all of the above is absolutely true. I didn't see them again for quite a while. (He had a pool table, and I'm an avid player.) What do you think happened? I would GREATLY appreciate any comments. Don't hold anything back. I won't hold it against you if you say things about my wife.
Thank you!
