There was dead silence when the words spilled out of my mouth. I could not take them back. The fact that I might have had a tad too much liquor in me was no excuse. I had made my statement and, with all eyes on me, I could not even act like I had been misunderstood.
“I think my wife needs to have sex with other men!” I had blurted it out with no real context. Though we had all been talking about sex, in general, with minor innuendo like good friends sometimes do, this crossed a private line from which I could not return. My blurry eyes cleared enough to see my wife of fifteen years turn ghost-white and her eyes opened wide with stunned disbelief. Had I not had that last shot of whiskey I might have thought of something quite clever to say. Instead I managed to shrug my shoulders and say, with intoxicated confidence, “What?”
Nancy, my wife, turned from a pale-white to apple-red in the face. Then her jaw set tight and her eyes squinted. The crinkle across her forehead thickened like it does when she is really pissed-off. The group stood silent waiting to see if hell was about to break loose.
I looked away from my wife towards her two co-workers standing at her side. Both were younger than she and I but neither were as attractive as my wife, who had a head thick of dirty blonde hair and a teasing smile. Nancy had more weight than she would have liked but where everyone else saw a woman with a normal physique, I saw a woman with breasts that over-filled my hands and a round ass that melted in my hand and against my waist. These were things that made my wife even more attractive to me over the years and time had only made those features better.
Laura was the youngest of our group of friends. She was about twenty-five years old and was the most athletic of anyone at the party, with only her husband being the possible exception. Laura frequently wore sweat pants and a t-shirt with some university logo on it to our monthly barbecues. Tonight was no different. Her chocolate-brown eyes were now staring back at me with a peculiar look, as if she were holding back a laugh of complete disbelief. My hazy look back at her reminded me that I should say or do something, anything. I just stood there with the empty shot glass in one hand and my favorite grilling spatula in the other.
I looked at my wife’s other friend, Tonya, who had a look of shock on her round face. Though she was heavier than either my wife or Laura, she was far from obese. Much of her larger body frame was because she had broad shoulders that supported very large breasts. Though she had enough of a body image problem she would not wear a two-piece swimsuit, she was still attention-grabbing on a beach. I knew because our group had been getting together for years and the beach was one of our favorite hangouts. Though my wife and Laura looked great in swimsuits, nobody noticed anything about how Tonya looked in a swimsuit except that she had very large tits. Like Laura, Tonya had dark-colored eyes but she had a thick head of auburn colored hair that was cut just below her ears with long bangs that she tucked behind her ear. Laura, on the other hand, had jet-black hair that she often pulled back into a ponytail
The eyes of these women now stared back at me with disbelief after my momentary lapse of coherence and were more frightening now than I had ever seen them before. I glanced over at Laura’s husband, Rick, who too was athletically built and had enough muscle in his t-shirt to piss off a normal-bodied guy like myself. A pearly-white smile stretched across his chiseled face. Fuck-off, pretty-boy was all I could think of at that moment. I actually managed to filter that statement and didn’t let it go off like a loaded gun. Tonya’s husband, Billy, who could have been a physical twin to me with his average height and typical thirty-something love handles that us normal guys get, had almost a look of eagerness in his eyes. It was an unbelievably awkward moment for all of us. So I went with it.
“Look, all I’m saying is that my wife and I have been together for a lot of years now and I think she could use another dick from time-to-time.”
“And I think you’ve had too much to drink, honey!” said my wife, Nancy. She ripped my empty shot glass from my hand and walked towards the patio kitchenette where she pitched it in the stainless steel basin.
“That really was kind of embarrassing, Jack,” said Tonya. Laura, still with a smirk on her face, just nodded.
“Fellas, you know what I’m saying right?” I pleaded for support from the other husbands. Rick just smiled a cheesy smile and nodded while Billy, Tonya’s husband, seemed so skittish that I though his skin might crawl off his body. Rick and Billy were no help. “I’m just saying she didn’t ever have many sexual partners before we got married so I think she’d enjoy variety once and while.”
“Jack!” Nancy yelled. Again I shrugged and stupidly said, “What?”
“Let’s go inside for few minutes, Jack,” said Rick trying to intervene. Billy nodded. “I think that’s a good idea,” said Nancy, wrinkles in her forehead creasing into black lines. I staggered my way into the house from our patio leaving Nancy, Tonya, and Laura outside to tend to hurt feelings. Rick put a meaty hand on my shoulder and helped guide me through the door. Billy was close behind and he closed the screen panel of our patio door.
“Whiskey took you down hard tonight, Jack,” said Rick laughing.
“Jeez! I guess so,” I said. “Thing is…I wasn’t kidding, you know.”
“C’mon, you really want your wife to bang some other guy?” said Billy getting a glass of water from the faucet in my basement’s wet-bar. Billy was shaking his head, but I pondered the question. I looked through the patio doors where the three women huddled. Nancy looked like she was embarrassed and seemed to be apologizing while shaking her head in disbelief. Tonya was consoling Nancy while patting her on the back and Laura seemed to be…laughing. I don’t really think it’s all that funny, I thought.
Finally, my words came out metered, not blurted: “Actually I think it would be great for her…and for me,” I said.
“I don’t know, man,” said Billy. “I don’t know if I could let my wife do that.”
“Let her?” I said. “She can do whatever she damn well wants with whomever she wants. You just might not know about it.”
Billy cocked his head and stared hard at me. “You know something you want to share with me, Jack?” he finally said.
“Don’t be a dip-shit, Billy,” I said. “I’m just saying you don’t get to choose for her. If she wants to do someone else, she’ll do it and there’s nothing you’re ever going to be able to do about it except pick up the pieces.” There was some more of that uncomfortable silence.
“Your talking about swinging?” Rick said.
I shrugged my shoulders. “Not as much as just letting her go out one night and come back with a story,” I said.
“No way in hell you can handle that,” said Billy. “I’ve told Tonya that there’s no way I could handle her having sex with somebody else.” Now I turned my head in stunned disbelief. Of all my casual friends, Billy and Tonya seemed to be the most conservative of them all. I had joked with Nancy that I thought Billy and Tonya fucked missionary style exclusively and only according to Nancy’s time frame; like once every three months.
“You’ve talked to Tonya about sex with other people?” I said, still not believing what I was hearing. His innocuous statement was the deepest look inside his and Tonya’s relationship I’d really ever heard. Billy didn’t share much with Rick and I about his sex life, which made Rick and I think Billy didn’t get much action, if any. So hearing him say that he’d actually talked about sex with his wife was news; talking to his wife about sex with other people was a breaking story.
Billy became overtly uncomfortable and his eyes glanced several times out the door as if Tonya might discover him revealing a secret. He poured a glass of water for himself and slammed it down his opened mouth. He gave a bashful but conspiratorial nod of the head.
“This I got to hear,” said Rick taking a seat on a bar stool. I sat down beside Rick and gave Billy my full attention. Billy stammered before finally putting his thoughts together. “Well, it was, oh, about two years ago, or so when I hired this new secretary at our office. I hadn’t thought anything about it, not really, but let’s just say she was younger than me, like, right out of high school or something. Anyway, really young for me. Tonya noticed that she was this cute, petite thing…blonde hair, blue eyes, you know…” Rick and I nodded having heard about the secretary one time before. Whether Billy wanted to admit to it or not, he thought his secretary was hot though he never used such words to describe her. I figured it was out of fear that Tonya might overhear him say it.
“Well one night Tonya woke me up while I was apparently having a dream,” Billy continued. “She asked me what I was dreaming about and I couldn’t remember. Then she said that I had said my secretary’s name. Then the dream flooded back to me and I think Tonya must have figured out right away I’d been having a dream of fucking my secretary. She started quizzing me about whether I was having an affair and on and on. There was nothing I could do in that moment to convince her otherwise. So I gave in and said, ‘what if I am?’”
“No shit!” said Rick.
“What did she say?” I said.
“I was pretty surprised when she said that she had worried a long time that she wasn’t satisfying me and that maybe it wouldn’t be a bad thing for me to have, like, a mistress or something.” I genuinely thought I was going to fall off my chair. Tonya? Tonya said that Rick should have a mistress? I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“Of course I told her it was ridiculous,” said Billy. “But ever since then I’ve wondered if what she really meant was that she might be interested in having someone else too.”
“You never asked?” I said.
“Never. We kinda ignore it…like it never really happened.” Billy turned toward the refrigerator and pulled out three beers. He pulled the caps and handed one to each of us keeping one for himself. We all took a long draw from our bottles. I glanced outside and saw that our wives had all taken seats in a tight circle on the patio furniture and they were chattering a million-miles-a-second about who knows what, but there was an intensity about their non-verbal cues that made me think the discussion had gotten serious. Then Rick broke our silence.
“Thing is,” he said, “Laura and I haven’t been married as long as you two geezers, but this is one of the things we both feared about getting married.”
“What? Not being able to have sex with other people?” I said.
“Exactly,” said Rick tipping his bottle towards mine. I gave a gratuitous clink of my bottle to his. “It’s not like Laura and I were exactly virgins when we finally got together, you know.” I looked outside through the door and watched Laura get up from her deck chair and bend down into the fridge Nancy and I keep on the patio. Her gray sweats tightened against her slender legs and around her firm ass. I couldn’t tell if she was wearing a thong or no panties at all. Rick, and evidently several other lucky sons-uh-bitches, knew what Nancy was like without pants. “In fact, I’m not sure she’s really stopped,” said Rick. I spun my head to face him. “What the fuck?” I said.
“I know,” said Rick. “It’s not like she and I don’t stay busy in the bedroom, if you know what I mean. But either I’m imagining things or there are, I don’t know, clues, I guess, about her being up to something beyond just her and me.”
“Like what?” said Billy.
“Like she gets texts at odd hours of the day and night. She works late on unpredictable nights and she’s always, I don’t know, suspicious acting before those ‘unpredictable’ nights happen. Crazy huh?”
“My wife gets texts too but it’s always work related or from one of your wives,” said Billy. “Besides, we all have to work late sometimes. It doesn’t mean anything.”
“Yeah, but she seems to be, I don’t know, flushed, or something, when she gets these texts,” said Rick. “It’s like she wants to make sure I don’t think anything of it…like she’s trying too hard. It looks like she’s keeping a secret” Rick was quiet and took another draw from his bottle. He appeared to be composing himself for his next statement. I waited.
“Thing is, I actually don’t care if she’s doing something on the side. I’d just prefer to know for sure because I haven’t exactly walked the straight line either,” said Rick. Billy and I glanced at each other. Billy was obviously concerned. This kind of information was relationship-killing material regardless of whether Laura had been stepping out on Rick or not. Just knowing this information put Billy and I in a bad position.
“Do you think she knows?” I said.
“Actually, I do.” I reflexively spewed the beer that got caught mid-swallow. “You do?” said Billy in disbelief. Rick looked like he was carefully considering his next words. I watched him as he looked outside towards the ladies. I tried to imagine his thoughts. His eyes shined. There wasn’t hurt in them. There was a sense of omnipotence that wasn’t to be shared with guys like Billy and me, which made me all the more curious. I glanced outside and felt trapped between Rick and Laura who were now staring at each other. Laura had a devilish smile stretched across her face as if she and Rick were speaking with telepathy. What are these two up to?
I felt my heart stop when I realized Laura’s gaze had then diverted to me. Her face had turned slightly more serious, but seductive. Her smile was more alluring. I noticed her lips pull inside her mouth and return wetter from a meeting with her tongue. She cocked her head slightly and held my eyes as long as she could until she returned to the conversation with the other wives. That’s when I noticed a changed look on Nancy’s face from her earlier disgust with me. She was now looking at me and also had this flirty smile on her face and a knowing look in her eyes. I was about to return my attention to the conversation that had started up again with Billy and Rick when I noticed Tonya also looking at me. Nancy had returned to her conversation with Laura while Tonya looked deeply at me. I wasn’t quite sure what the look was but there was a hunger or greediness that I’d not seen before in her. And what the hell are those three doing?
“…that’s when we tried swinging,” I heard Rick say. My attention turned fully to him now. “What did you say?” I said embarrassingly loud. Billy hushed me and looked outside. “What did you say?” I said turning my volume down.
“On our third anniversary, Laura and I went on this cruise and ended up partying with some people,” said Rick repeating himself. “One thing led to another and that’s when we tried swinging.” I couldn’t take my eyes off of Rick. The guy was known to blow things out of proportion from time-to-time, but this seemed over the top. I wondered how we got from wondering if she was cheating to becoming swingers in a matter of seconds.
“We haven’t done it since,” said Rick, “but that was quite the night I must say. Thing is I haven’t done anything outside the marriage since and we’ve never really, truly talked about it. That’s why it makes me wonder if she enjoyed it so much she just couldn’t stop.” He smiled the same smile I’d just seen him share with Laura. It was then that I wondered if Laura had been sharing the same story with the other wives. The hunger in Tonya’s eyes for some new cock and the excitement in Nancy’s eyes had to mean that they too were interested in this story, if Laura had the guts to share it.
“So you didn’t mind watching Laura fuck another guy?” said Billy shaking his head. “How could you handle that?”
“Billy, my friend,” said Rick. “It’s a whole lot easier when you have someone else sucking your dick or taking a ride on you. I mean we were both in this moment of pure…ecstasy, I guess. Like kids in a candy store, or something. It didn’t mean anything was wrong between us because we were there together and just having the time of our lives. We did it as a couple!”
“But you were just saying that you suspected she’s cheating on you,” I said. “How could she be cheating?”
“Well if she’s out on her own without me knowing, then I consider it cheating,” said Rick. “If she wants to be a swinger, then lets both do it, not just her.”
“Why haven’t you talked about it or done more?” Billy said.
“Just never brought it back up and really we haven’t found the right situation, I guess, to do it again,” said Rick. Rick finished his beer and handed the empty to Billy. Billy turned and retrieved another from the fridge. I realized I had not drunk much of mine; I had been too busy sprinting with my runaway imagination.
The words came out of me more carefully than they had earlier in the night, but they came out nonetheless. “So what would be the right situation?” Billy shot me a look. We both recognized that I was leading Rick with that question. I didn’t care. The thought that if I could somehow fuck Laura with Rick’s permission was too compelling. Besides, letting Rick fuck my wife, Nancy, would satisfy my ill-timed statement that started this messy conversation.
“I’d say we’d want to trust the people we’d be with if it ever happened again,” said Rick without hesitation. “We’d have to find some physical attraction, though really it’s more about having a good time versus trying to land a supermodel or something. We’d just want to have fun with people we cared about without inhibition. That way we wouldn’t have to be suspicious of anyone else. In other words, I’d not have to worry about her cheating and we’d be a couple doing something together.” It was as if he’d rehearsed it. It was as if he was talking about this moment in time and that Nancy and I and Billy and Tonya were the right people to fill this need. We sat in silence staring at each other. I could hear Billy’s throat gurgle while he swigged large amounts of beer down in a hurry. When finished he grabbed another from the fridge and started sucking it down just as fast as the previous one . Surely he’s not talking about our group becoming swingers, I thought. I must be really drunk to be hearing that!
I looked outside and realized the wives were gone. “Where’d they go?” I said pointing towards the patio door. Billy and Rick looked too. From behind me I heard the upstairs door open and our wives walked in. First in line was Rick’s wife, Laura, who had this enormous amount of energy springing from her face and body. It was as if she’d been taking high doses of caffeine directly into her bloodstream for the last two days. Behind her were my wife, Nancy, followed by Billy’s wife,Tonya. Nancy and Tonya had these looks of coy, reserved excitement about them. Nancy sat on the love seat in the family room area adjacent to the bar while Tonya sat on the couch next to the loveseat. Laura walked right towards us three men as if she were sprinting on clouds.
“We want to settle a bet!” said Laura. Her words a bit slurred from the alcohol she had consumed. “And we need you three fellas to help.” Rick caught my eye as if he was studying me. I had no idea where this was going. I wondered if Rick was trying to see if I’d be okay with swinging with him and Laura or if it was something else. The night just kept moving on faster and faster and all because I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. I looked at Billy whom I was sure was thinking about the swinging discussion. He looked as hungry as Tonya did when I saw her staring at me from the patio. These two needed laid more than any of the rest of us, I thought. If nothing else we should give them a mercy fucking so they can relax.
We dutifully followed Laura towards the couch and loveseat. She took a position beside Tonya while the three of us men stood in a line facing them, each lined up directly in front of our respective wives. I’m sure we had these stupid looks on our faces. We’re just sheep being led to slaughter. We men are never really in control of anything like this. We’re just very good at looking stupid when it comes to this stuff.
“Tonya says that Billy has a very large cock and Nancy and I don’t believe her,” said Laura in a daring tone. “Besides, I told her that my hubby has a perfect sized cock and that I’d take it over any other, any day. Of course Nancy said that Jack had quite a nice cock too, so we wanted to judge for ourselves.” My head was spinning. The smell of whiskey seemed heavier off my breath as my exhaled heavier uncertain about this bet. I looked at my wife as if she were crazy. She had always promised that ‘girl talk’ never went below the waist with details. Evidently I was wrong. Nancy puckered her lips, crossed her legs, and folded her arms. She looked at me with this I dare you kind of look. She doesn’t think I’ll do it!
I heard the clanking of a belt buckle and saw Nancy’s eyes flash sideways. An expectant grin pulled across her face. I looked over and saw Rick undoing his belt buckle. Of course the hunky guy doesn’t have any reservations, I thought. Billy and I stood there, I’m certain he was as scared-to-death as I was. Rick’s pants dropped to the floor and he slid his boxer-briefs down with his thumbs. I again looked at the wives and each was enthralled at having the chance to look at Rick’s cock. While Laura had look of pride on her face, Tonya looked like she wanted to completely attack Rick. My lovely Nancy was more studious and tried not to show excitement, but her eyes were too well-known to me, and they betrayed her. She too had a hunger for Rick’s cock.
To my disbelief I heard more clothes ruffling beside me and I looked past Rick to find Billy was working his pants off. In a flash he was standing there with a stupidly long cock that was getting hard. I heard the women start to giggle. “Easy, Tiger,” said Laura to Billy with an amazed look on her face. “You might hurt someone with that thing.” Laura rolled a shoulder playfully into Tonya who now had a look of pride on her face at having the chance to show off her husband’s heavy tool. Then I heard an “uh-hum” from my wife. I looked over at her, almost begging her not to make me do it. “Drop ‘em,” she said flicking her finger up and down. Rick nudged me with an elbow and I looked at him defiantly though I knew it would do me no good. “Fine,” I said as I unhitched my cargo pants and let them drop to the floor. I felt my nuts tighten in the coolness of the air and my cock did this shy withdraw that made me look like I had nothing more than a stub. I looked down, mortified at my own dick. Benedict Arnold! The ladies started to laugh and I felt humiliated. I was about to reach down to pull up my pants when Laura said, “Oh, poor baby! He looks a little bashful…but its very cute.” Cute? It’s the worst word in humanity’s vocabulary when it comes to describing a man’s penis.
Before I could bend down to get my pants I heard Laura say, “Thank you boys. That’s all we needed to know.” I glanced down again at my timid package. Way to go jackass! The girls stood up and started to leave the room. I was pulling up my pants and, out of the corner of my eye, saw Billy’s giant cock continuing to grow. I had to give the guy credit; he did have a very big dick. I wonder if maybe that was the reason he and Tonya didn’t have sex as often as he would like; maybe he had too big a tool for her. As I stood up, my eyes flashed between Tonya and my wife, Nancy. Nancy seemed mesmerized with Billy’s cock and Tonya’s eyes kept studying Rick’s cock. I felt a pang of jealousy and wondered what fantasy was rolling through my wife’s head. Before I could delve too deeply into that, Rick started speaking, causing everyone to focus on him.
“Wait a minute,” he said. “That’s not fair!”
“What do you mean not fair?” said his wife, Laura. “You guys didn’t have a bet…we did. So it’s settled. I’m going back out on the patio and get another drink.” She turned acting like she was insulted by her husband’s interjection.
“Well I disagree,” said Rick, now pulling up his pants. Tonya had a look of disappointment on her face as he did so. Billy was busy trying to figure out how to tuck his full erection into his pants.
“Thing is, us fellas had a bet too,” Rick continued. “Billy tried to convince me and Jack that Tonya’s tits were real and we didn’t believe him.” Billy spun his head towards Rick and started to protest before Rick returned a shut your mouth look. Billy’s blood-depleted brain finally caught on to Rick’s plan and returned a look to our wives in agreement with Rick.
“Of course I told the fellas that you, my lovely wife, do have fake boobs and they didn’t believe me,” said Rick. “Jack said Laura’s are the ideal natural tits that every man wants. So, I say that you three need to settle our bet before leaving.” The women threw curious glances at each other.
“Well that’s just stupid,” said Tonya. “Everyone knows my tits are real and everyone here knows you bought Laura her new tits. So what’s to see?”
“A bet’s a bet,” said Rick. “We helped you with yours, now you help us with ours.” Tonya seemed the most apprehensive, which seemed silly since she obviously had the largest breasts of any of the other women. Still, I knew she had some general body images issues. Though it didn’t surprise me that Tonya was hesitant, I did not expect my wife to be the first to pull her shirt off and undo her bra. In a matter of seconds, my wife stood in front of our friends with her beautifully natural breasts ready for all to see. Even though I felt a knot in my stomach form from surprise and jealousy, I was proud of my wife for her willingness to do something she would have sworn she would never have done. I was impressed.
Evidently Rick and Billy were impressed too. Their eyes fixated on my wife’s naked torso and they were studying her tits so hard that they were committing every curve and shadow to their memory. I wondered if they’d jerk-off to the image of my wife’s tits later that night. I knew I might jerk-off to my memory of Tonya’s meaty tits that were soon revealed when she gave in to peer pressure and undid her button-down shirt. She unsnapped her front-clasped bra and let her heavy tits fall out. There was no doubt they were real because there were mild size and shape differences in each breast and they moved loosely, without the rigidity that enhanced tits do.
We all knew Laura before Rick purchased her new tits. She was incredibly flat and Rick had told me she hated it. “She wants to have something there….anything,” Rick had told me before they saved enough money for her to get augmentation. She had shown them to Tonya and Laura during one of our friends’ overnight camping adventures this past summer, but Billy and I had not been so privileged. That is, until now.
For reasons I can’t explain, I had not noticed that Laura went without a bra. She simply didn’t need one. Her tits were smallish, round, and perky and I enjoyed seeing our younger friend’s naked and firm, athletic torso. After a brief gaze from us guys on each of the women’s breasts, Laura broke our focus with, “Satisfied?” We all nodded with approval.
As Tonya clasped her bra and pulled on her shirt, she said, “Well it’s getting a little late so I think Billy and I should be going.” I saw her face and neck flushed pink. There was no doubt in my mind the woman was beyond horny and I knew Billy was going to have an enjoyable conclusion to his evening. Billy waved goodbye with his eyes still studying Laura’s and Nancy’s tits as he followed his wife up the stairs towards the main entrance of my house. Rick had turned toward the fridge for another beer. Nancy and Laura slid back into their shirts. Nancy didn’t bother to put her bra back on. I figured she didn’t think there was a need to at this stage of the evening. She and Laura giggled as the hung on each other and headed back out to the patio.
End part 1 of 4.
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J Maples Erotica 
I think I want to read the next parts. Well done!