When we were in our 20s my mate split with his long term gf and he was going through a tough time emotionally over it. My wife felt really sorry for him and she would invite him over for dinner and for evenings out with us, he used to come round our house most evenings and stop over at weekends.
My wife had to console him a few times when he got really emotional about his break up and I suggested she might want to try and help him forget about her, at first I think she thought I meant just emotional support.
I actually meant in a more physical way, by this time they were becoming much closer and she really cared about him, she gave him that shoulder to cry on and that emotional comfort that he so needed.
I'd noticed the hugs and kisses she gave him becoming more intimate and sensual rather than just 'comforting' he responded well to her physical intimacy, we could both see it was really helping him, almost like a therapy.
He talked about her less and didn't get as emotional, I complimented my wife on her compassion and thoughtfulness, she had an incredible loving nature in situations like this, she always went above and beyond..
After a night out together, watching her dancing with him and flirting with him, becoming closer, I could see it was doing them both good.
I suggested he should 'borrow' her for the weekend, I had no idea how she would react or if they would take my idea as serious, we'd all had a few by this time.
He smiled grabbed her hand and said he'd love to, she looked at me as if to say, are you sure about this?
I was very serious and she could tell I meant it, her hand remained firmly in his as we waited for our taxi home, I knew she would do this because she cared so much about him and they had grown really close.
The taxi arrived she gave me a peck on the cheek and thanked me for being so understanding. They both got in and I waved them off...
This was a friday evening, she didn't come home until the monday morning, she didn't talk much about it but they made a regular thing out of it, she would stay at his for a weekend at least once a month.
She even had a tattoo done on the side of her thigh at the top, a purple rose wrapped in a scroll with his name on it.
I just enjoyed sharing her, helping out my mate and it seemed to keep my wife very happy.
Eventually he got another gf and started seeing my wife less and less but their close bond always remained. xx |
