Most of the MMF relationships my wife and I have had have been with guys who were friends of ours.
But one memorable encounter was with a new acquaintance.
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Summer Guest
My wife and I were at our summer place at the ocean. A female friend, Kelly, had asked if she could come visit us for a weekend. She tends to be a bit on the high-maintenance side, but we do care about her a lot, and since she did not have much going on in her life socially at the time, we said "sure." We just hoped that the weather would be good, so that we would not be too challenged finding things to keep her entertained.
We met Kelly at the ferry dock on a Friday night, and to our surprise, she was not alone. She had apparently picked up a stranger en route. Our cottage is small, with thin walls and just one bathroom. It is not really condusive to having houseguests whom we do not know well and may not feel very relaxed with. Kelly had visited us there before and knew the situation, so I was a bit pissed that she would bring along someone we did not know without even calling to ask if it would be all right. I could tell from the subtleties of my wife's body language that she shared my annoyance.
Despite these negative feelings on our part, we greeted Kelly warmly and hugged her. We were genuinely glad to see her. She then announced: "Hey, you two, I want you to meet Mark. He was hitch-hiking on the turnpike, so I thought I'd better pick him up before the cops did. I hope it is OK with you that I brought him along. He promises me that he is very easy to get along with and is a big help around the house."
Mark shook both of our hands, and told us how happy he was to meet us. "Kelly has been telling me all during the ferry ride just how far you three go back and about all the great times you have had together over the years. I hope you two don't mind that I tagged along."
Mark emoted a charming humility that I immediately warmed up to. He was about 6'3" and built but not beefy. He had beautiful wavy dark brown hair, a moustache, and sexy brown eyes to absolutely die for.
"No, not at all," I assured him. "You know, any friend of Kelly's...well, even any brand new friend of Kelly's is a friend of ours."
When we arrived at the cottage, we directed Kelly and Mark to their respective bedrooms, and they settled in. Kelly was the first to rejoin my wife and me in the livingroom.
"So, Kelly, what would you like to do this weekend?" my wife asked.
(to be continued)