Wife’s friend comes for a visit~!

Wife’s Friend comes for a visit

Enough time has passed after my divorce, (12 years now) that now allows me to tell this story, where it wouldn’t matter any longer to those who might think it was a story about them. Some names have been changed, but most “is”, as it occurred, barring memory loss from time lapses. So, enough disclaimer, on with the story.


Scratching my chin, looking up in the air sideways, eyes half closed, as one does when they are trying to remember. Seems to me it happened this way, and in this time frame.

My Wife, X-now, decided to try out my new rollerblades that I had gotten for Christmas that year, still new in the box. She went in to the garage, put them on, skated across the floor, and fell. She broke her fall with her arm, dumb ass. So as it happens she broke her arm in 2 places just behind the wrist.

Well, I received a call at work that there was an emergency at home, and I was on my way. This was about March, maybe April, 1995 or so.
She had an office to clean but, she was in a brace, and needed emergency surgery the next day. I called my parents and they met us at the office to help clean it, she had to be there, she was the only one with the alarm codes, too we had never cleaned the office before.

I was quite upset that she had been so foolish as to try that, not only alone, but at a time when she had another job, so I had to clean her building after I put in a full day at my job.

Surgery went ok but she had pins to hold her arm together, also a cast. Lois, “my x’s” name had a friend Alisa who found out about Lois’s surgery… she was a few years younger than us, but that didn’t seem to affect our friendship, sometimes I wonder whose friend Alisa was because we got along so well.

It was good to hear from Alisa. It had been a while. My wife met her while working at the college book store and Alisa was in college. They got along so well that they started taking lunch together; soon she was stopping by for a visit, shopping, maybe even dinner, out, or at home. Alisa has fine blonde hair, about 5’6”, 34B breasts, very nice hips, blue eyes, cute butt, and a devilish grin. She was feminine, but acted like a tomboy at times, as she was the first to jump on the back of my motorcycle, grab a hammer, or just help mow the yard or wash the car. If my wife was doing something she was right there, if I was doing something, she was right there. Very loveable as well…hugs n all.

Alisa came by to see Lois, but as she was out of it, on her meds, we spoke at length,
She said as you know, I am out of school, and I need two things from you if it’s ok. I asked, what do I have to offer you? Alisa grinned at me, looked me up n down remember that grin I told you she had? She laughed, and said, as you know, I’m no longer in school, don’t have a dorm to stay in, and no job, or money to pay for an apartment. She told me if you let me stay here, I can help you take care of Lois when you’re at work, drive her around, cook n clean. By the time she is healed, I should be able to find a job, with the money I’ll save I can afford an apartment.

Alisa! I told her, you are a genius, that is the best idea I think I’ve ever heard. You know that you could have stayed with us for nothing, but that offer….Wow…yes I accept; we hugged and had a good laugh. I told Alisa that we had a few things to work out. She said like what?

Well for one thing, I keep my clothes down stairs, and I also shower down stairs, that is in the room you will be staying in. I explained that if I dress n shower upstairs I make too much noise, waking the whole house up. She told me she slept hard, that it would not be a problem. We take dinner at the table, “together”…and one piece of fruit a day, at least. Alisa assured me that these were non issues. I said; great~!

For the next few weeks, Alisa was great, she took care of my wife during the day. As soon as I got out of the marital bed she would crawl into it, just in case my wife needed something, before time to get up.

When I would get home, we would fix dinner, go out to eat, go shopping, or maybe even go for a ride on my motorcycle, if the weather was good; spring was in full bloom at around that time. One day I came home with a paper to fill out for a personalized tag for my motorcycle, she asked what is that,…”Oh “ I need to fill it out for my personal tag for my bike…got any ideas? She stuck her tongue out, thinking, how many spaces we got…I said 7.
She blurted out “STUD”~! She looked at me, and… Well we had a moment. I was shocked, but also said “why thank you”…we both laughed a hardy laugh. I explained that if you put that on a bike, you’re gonna get harassed constantly, or at least challenged. I told her I like to ride not get ran over. Laughing… We did figure one out though. JST4FUN. I told Alisa…Good Job~!

One evening Alisa and I were running a few errands in my ole subcompact, and decided to get an ice cream cone, we pulled into a parking lot to eat them, so they wouldn’t melt, watching the sunset overlooking I-35, under a few trees. We rolled down the windows, soft breeze blowing through her fine blonde hair, Sun on her face. Alisa was so beautiful. Cd in the player, yeah John Denver, Nancy Griffith. “I am never far from some kind of J. Denver” Just the way it is. (Sun is slowly fadin in the western sky, sometimes it takes forever, the days ta end, sometimes it takes a lifetime….hummm, hummm, hummm.)

Alisa looked at me, and I at her, what a perfect moment, no words. She broke the silence, What, She asked…? I have wondered what it would be like to kiss you since the day I met you, even more now. Why now? Because of the sun, music, breeze, “YOU”. At first she blushed a little then she said. I have wondered the same thing. She leaned in and I rushed to meet her, mmm her lips were cold from the ice cream, and tasted like butter pecan. I brought my hands up to her face and cradled it while I kissed her so very deeply. If it was going to be the first, and last time I kissed her, or that I was gonna get into trouble for it, I was going to make it worth my while, possibly even change her mind. I sucked her lips one at a time, licked them, used my tongue to taste hers, and every inch of her mouth, as far back as I could go, moaning as did she. She backed off and said to me, ‘Oh Yeah”. Wrapping her arms around me and pulling me closer. I sucked and bit her lips, one at a time. When she breathed in I breathed out, when she exhaled I captured her breath…damn it was a hot kiss, and I really never wanted it to end. Alisa said “wow”, and I said …Yeah.

We sat for a while holding hands…playing squeeze, and caress. I pulled her hand to my lips, kissed it while looking at her. Alisa asked if I kissed Lois like that, I responded with a sigh. She doesn’t like to kiss, at least not me. I miss it so much. That kiss that we shared just now was about 10 years’ worth in one kiss, but really I don’t know if I can wait that long again. She told me that I didn’t have too. She kissed me again, this time I pulled her towards me, cradled her in the crook of my arm, her hair hanging free, as I leaned over and controlled her as I kissed her. My right hand was free, and it freely roamed over her hair, shoulder, upper back, lower back, just lightly across her hips and up her stomach, she moaned in to my mouth. My hand was on her side just under her breast; thumb front side, fingers back side. I held her so tightly, kissing her for a very long time. My left hand was holding her shoulder, pulling her chest to mine forcefully. She felt like putty to me. Passion flowed from me, to her, and back again. We drove home in silence; I guess we were both in uncharted territory.