I married my college sweetheart the summer after we both graduated, and after our honeymoon in Nassau with lots of sun and love making, we moved into our new home, a small apartment just outside of Boston. The apartment was in an old house that had been divided into four apartment units.
Before we were married, without knowing many details, I was aware that Maryanne had a bit on a reputation back in her home town, and liked to flirt with other guys and men, and perhaps fool around some, but I was totally in love with her and believed that once we were married she would never even look at another guy. In hindsight, it’s obvious that I was very naïve, as I should known that her need for male attention and her appetite for men’s bodies was not going to change just because she was married. I don’t believe when we got married she intended to continue in her slutty ways, but I guess we both should have known. They say that love is blind, and I believe it.
Within a few weeks of settling into our new life as a married couple we became friendly with another resident in our apartment house, a graduate student at a local university. John was about the same age as Maryanne and me, and we enjoyed each other’s company. We soon fell into a routine of getting together a few time a week in my living room in the evening to sip wine and relax.
One evening I noticed that John and Maryanne seemed to be flirting a little, and I became uncomfortable when the conversation drifted into areas that seemed improper for my wife to be engaged in. For example, Maryanne mentioned an article she had read in Playboy magazine, and that lead into a discussion of men’s magazines and women who posed in the nude.
That night in bed Maryanne teased me about being upset with her over the sexy conversation with John that evening, which lead to us getting turned on and fooling around.