Months ago my wife and I were walking around some stores one day while the weather was nice - far from where we live - and run into a guy she knows from the past coming out of a restaurant. She introduces me. There’s a few minutes of small talk. He’s around our age. Good looking. I really don’t think anything of it. Afterward there is little explanation and I don’t even think to pry.

Fast forward to the other night. She’s a few glasses of wine in and says she wants to confess something.

“Remember the random guy we bumped into strolling around the shops that one Saturday? There’s a little more to how I know him. You may find it..... fun” she says with a smile and beginning to unzip my jeans.

“Like ten years ago, before I knew you, he was K’s fuck buddy. [K is her sister.] They never dated. They just hooked up. Quite a lot. She raved about the sex. So being a bit nosey and jealous I’m stalking him on Facebook. He and I didn’t know each other. I screwed up and clicked like on a pic of his that was way old and buried. Two minutes later he’s messaging me playfully accusing me of being a stalker.”

She says the conversation heated up quickly. She says she confessed to him that K raving about the sex piqued her curiosity. And she says she confessed that the prospect of fucking him behind K’s back was also super hot.

So it turns out for about six months he would come by to meet her in the parking garage at her work. They’d fuck in his car in a secluded spot. She’d go home. He’d go over to K’s. She said they had very little real communication. It was just pure sex and he was indeed good. Lucky devil had both sisters in the same night many times.

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She confessed this while slowly riding me the other night. As we finished up I whispered in her ear, “I think you should text him again.”

I told her I’m cool with her resuming her fun if he’s still interested.

Stay tuned. No sense yet if she wants to reopen that door.