Originally Posted by
T316
http:///forum/post/2979391
Many years ago, my best friend was about to get married, so my wife and I decided to throw him and his fiance a house warming party with all of our other mutual friends, at our house. My wife and I had not been married long ourselves, so our house only had one bedroom at the time. Anyway, the party was wild, lots of drinking, so much so, that my friend's fiance was very tipsy/drowsy and couldn't hold her head up. My wife lets her lay down on our bed for awhile, to which she passes out of course. Most everyone has left the party by now, and my friend has tried several times to get her up, but to no avail. (Pre-requisite here, he is known to be impatient). So he finally just gets frustrated and leaves her. Said he would come back tomorrow. Well now everyone is gone except me, wifey, and the drunk in my bed. My wife starts getting out blankets and pillows and brings them to the living room and starts turning out lights. I go along with it for a half hour or so, me on the floor, wife on the couch, then I tell her..."this is my house, I'm not drunk, so I'm not sleeping in the floor." I nicely asked the wife to go back there and get in our bed, it's a double bed, two of you can sleep there, and I'll take the couch.
Wife refuses. She insist that she is staying where she is on the couch. After a few more times demanding, I told her that if you don't, I will, because this floor is killing me. No agreement here, so I get up and go to MY room, strip down to my boxers, and get in MY bed. Luckily, my friends fiance was on my wife's side, so I was able to get on MY side.
Well, sometime early in the morning, the beer farts come on. By this time, I'm in la la land, having already forgotten about everything mentioned above, and still half asleep. My back is turned away from my bed mate, but a big one hits me...and finally WHAMMO. I didn't think anything of it. Just assumed it was my wife over there, what's different from any other morning? Well, it didn't take 30 seconds before this chick turned over, saw me, and ran like a freakin' ghost....The whole house was awake by now. I finally went into the living room where my wife was apologizing on my behalf, the girl was crying because she couldn't remember what she had done the night before...all she knew was, she woke up with me, was worried that something had happened between us since we were in bed together, and that she heard an explosion....
When my friend showed up to pick up his fiance, I told him..."whatever she tells you, just remember...this will teach your sorry butt not to leave your soul mate at my place again"....
Great story... but I kind of feel bad for your wife. Seems the other young lady was pretty traumatized from just ONE NIGHT of it.