This is my third attempt at a story. This one is a little different. Really got roasted for my punctuation and grammar on the last one and rightfully so. Never was good at those things but learning and trying to do better. Keep the constructive critique coming. Hope you enjoy this one.
My wife has just left our bed to go into the guest bedroom where my best friend is sleeping and I encouraged her to.
Wait a minute, let me explain.
My best friend, Tray, and I grew up together. I have always been shy, small, and the quiet one while Tray has always been boisterous, outgoing, and always looking for fun. We really aren’t anything alike but somehow have always been best buds. My homelife was unstable with my mother drinking a lot and my father hardly ever around. When he was they fought a lot and many nights I would sneak out and spend the night at Tray’s house.
I would get picked on a lot at school at least until Tray heard about it and then he would kick some ass. I remember once when an older, and much larger guy, was giving me grief until Tray showed up and the fight was on. Tray didn’t kick his butt but he didn’t look much better than Tray after the fight was over.
In high school Tray was always hanging around the girls while I was quiet and shy. If I said I thought a particular girl was pretty Tray would walk up to her and tell her his friend thought she had nice tits and would like to go out with her. Needless to say, I didn’t want Tray as my wing man.
We went to the same college and I majored in accounting while Tray majored in girls and fun. He ended up with a degree in Advertising which worked out well since Tray can bull shit with the best of them.
I met Linda at a party at the beginning of my junior year in college. Tray was going around talking to all the girls and if he didn’t think he had much chance in getting into their panties that evening he would move on to the next one.
I noticed Linda at the party, she and I had a couple of classes together but she never even looked my way and I thought she was way out of my league. Tray hit on her but passed her up pretty quickly. I walked up to her and apologized for Tray. She said that was sweet but I didn’t have to apologize for the asshole. I explained he was my friend and could be rude at times. She said she had already heard about Tray and it didn’t take long for him to get the message she wasn’t interested. She looked closely at me and asked if we had a couple of classes together. I said we did and then she asked if I was in her Business Law class and I told her I was. She said you are that smart guy the professor calls on so often with questions. I said that was me. She then asked if she could study with me sometime and help get her grade up in the class. I readily agreed and away we went.
A little about Linda. She has long brown hair, with soft brown eyes, a great smile and long athletic legs but her most prominent feature are her large tits. Not huge but more than a mouthful. I loved them.
We started dating and close to the end of my senior year I proposed and she accepted. We married about a year later when she graduated from college as a business major.
Once Linda got to know Tray, she liked him. You couldn’t be around Tray very much and not like him. He was always the life of the party and even accompanied us on some of our dates. Somehow the three of us out together never was odd but fun. She asked me once if I had to get Tray’s permission before I proposed to her. I laughed and told her no but if she and Tray hadn’t gotten along it would have been a tough choice. She knew the story about Tray and I and understood we were like twin brothers and almost inseparable. Tray took to her pretty quickly once he saw how much I was in love with her and she was the same with Tray. Of course, Tray was my best man at my wedding and asked if he could go on our honeymoon with us. Linda said no way but they were both smiling when they said it. He didn’t.
Tray went to work for a large advertising agency in town and I went to work for a large accounting firm. Linda mostly worked from home and did book keeping and taxes for several small businesses. We purchased a small three bedroom and two bath house in a nice neighborhood and Tray rented a nice apartment nearby.
It wasn’t unusual for Tray to come by and have dinner with us some evenings and on Saturday Tray and I, and sometimes Linda, would watch college sports, and then on Sunday watch professional sports together at our house. Linda would often set on the couch next to me and cuddle up to me and watch sports with Tray and I. It was almost like he lived there. Tray would usually accompany us on our vacations, Linda didn’t mind. I remember one time he suggested we just rent one room with twin beds and save some money. Linda nixed the idea, she said she loved Tray and really enjoyed being around him but she needed “special” time with her husband. Of course, Tray said that wouldn’t be a problem but Linda said they might keep him up too late at night since she would sometimes get noisy when making love with me. They both laughed.
Tray was a part of the family and would hang out at our house a lot. He would sometimes show up early in the morning for breakfast with me and Linda would come downstairs half dressed, not thinking anything about it, and Tray would make some comment about what a great ass she had and he sure would like to tap that ass. Linda would look at him and tell him he couldn’t handle it. Tray would even sleep in our guest bedroom overnight sometimes if we watched a late-night game together and it wasn’t unusual for Linda to come down stairs in her PJ’s or sometimes a short nighty and sit down beside me. Tray would check her out and maybe comment on how sexy she looked but none of us thought much about it, it was just Tray. So, you can see Tray was just a part of our family.
Tray married his first wife a couple of years after I married Linda and they partied a lot and the marriage lasted almost two years before she divorced him. I think she felt like she was always somewhere behind Linda and I in his priorities. Less than a year later Tray, too quickly, found his soul mate and they married a few months after his divorce was final. Tray told us she was just like Linda, well almost as good as Linda, and he was now happily married.
Well, when Tray got married it didn’t change his routine much and he would still show up and hang out at our house a lot just like with his first wife. His wife came over a few times but soon grew tired hanging out with us and wanted Tray to hang out with just her. Eventually this caused friction in the marriage but Tray would either ignore her complaints or explain to her we were family and he wanted to and would continue to hang out with us. His wife eventually got tired of it and told Tray it was her or us, he had to choose. She lost and left him.
Tray was crushed and couldn’t understand why she was so upset and why she didn’t enjoy being with us as much as he did. Tray went into a funk and got really depressed. He would still come over a lot but was always drinking and sometimes pretty drunk by the time he arrived. He never was rude or dis-respectful but almost always in a depressed mood. He spent quite a bit of time talking with Linda asking her what had he done wrong and why women were so cruel. Linda tried to explain that most people, when they get married, want to spend most of their free time with their spouse. Tray said he understood and tried to get his wife to accompany him when he came over. Linda tried to explain that most women want to spend a lot of time with only their husband and not with friends. Tray told Linda he had explained his relationship with her and I before he proposed and she seemed to be OK with it. Tray just couldn’t see how our relationship was a lot different than most others. Tray said, “well it’s a package deal, if they can’t accept the two of you along with me then fuck-um.”