It all started innocently enough. My friends Gloria, Maggie, Wendy and I were sitting around a table, drinking wine, supposedly playing bridge. It was something we did almost every Friday night while our husbands played poker. As always we got a bit tipsy—make that drunk—and the conversation turned to sex. Thank goodness we all lived on the same block and could walk home because after the conversation we had my legs were rubbery, and not just from alcohol.
Maggie had said something about how she enjoyed giving head when Wendy laughed, stared straight at her and said, "Come on, now. It's not the act of sucking a cock that matters. It's the reaction of the man. I mean—could you suck a cock just to suck a cock? Wait? Does that question even make sense?"
I told you that we are a bit drunk.
"I understand what she's saying," Gloria said. "I mean, if someone stood in front of you with his prick dangling in your face, and you didn't know who that person was and couldn't see him, would you be enthusiastic about taking that cock into your mouth?"
"Yeah," I said. "Could you, you know, partake in a glory hole setup?"
"That's disgusting," Maggie said. "I don't think those things really exist. They're just a male fantasy."
"I agree," Wendy said. "But the question is—would you enjoy sucking an anonymous cock as much as sucking the cock of some guy you liked?"
"Ha," I said. "There's been more than one occasion in the past when I was with some guy I barely knew..."
"Yeah," Wendy said. "But you were turned on, right? So, even though you didn't know the guy, you knew you wanted to be with him. That doesn't count as an anonymous blow job."
"I have a more interesting question," Gloria said. "If, somehow, you were given a cock to suck, and it could be your husband's cock or not, would you be able to tell?"
"Good question," I said. "Are you asking if we can discern our husband's cock from other cocks?"
"I'd know if it was my husband to whom I was giving a blow job," Wendy said.
"Really," Maggie said. "How, exactly?"
"By his reactions to what I do," Wendy said. "For example, sometimes, not often mind you, but sometimes I let my tongue linger on Tom's asshole."
"Gosh," Gloria said. "I never do that."
"You should try it," Maggie said. "He'll love it."
"There's another question to be asked," I said. "Given that the guy would not be able to know who was giving him a blow job—would he be able to tell us from anyone else?"
"Of course," Maggie said. "I would know by what he does. For example, my husband likes to use my nipples like I was a cow, you know, squeezing them and pulling them up and down."
"Christ," I said. "I am so fucking horny right now. Anyway, Mick likes to run his hands through my hair while I'm sucking him off and, when he's close to coming, push down on my head."
"Not only does my husband push down on my head," Wendy said. "He actually starts to fuck my mouth. You know, raising and lowering his hips."
"Okay," Gloria said. "We have two questions to be answered. Can we tell our husband's cocks from other cocks and can they tell our blow jobs from other blow jobs. I think we should put this to a test. I think we should be blindfolded, our men should be blindfolded and...well...we see who can determine what."
We all laughed so hard we almost cried. I said, "You mean a double blow job blind test."
"Yes," Gloria said.
"It would never work," Wendy said. "Lydia and I have long hair, for example. We also have small tits. You two have short hair and big tits. If you, Gloria, were sucking my husband's cock, he would know it wasn't me the minute he felt my tits or my hair."
"Easily solved," Gloria said. "Maggie and I would switch husbands and you two would switch husbands."
"Or not," I said. "Suppose we put someone else in charge and that person actually hooked us up with our own husbands. We wouldn't know if it was our husband's cock we were sucking or not. On top of that our husbands wouldn't know from whom they were getting the blow job. That would add a new dimension, right?"
"We'd have a fifty-fifty chance of guessing right," Wendy said.
Maggie slammed her hand on the table. "Let's do it," she shouted.
"Whoa," I said. "We have to get our husbands to agree. We also have to make sure no one can look for physical indicators. Like, my husband has a very hairy chest. Wendt's husband does not."
"Tee shirts," Wendy said.
"And there's also our techniques," Gloria said. "We're all gonna have to compare notes and do the same things."
"I'm not sure I want to lick my husband's ass," Gloria said.
"Oh, come on," I said. "It's for science."
"Well...okay," she said.
"One potential problem," Maggie said. "The guys might be a bit...um...nervous and able to get fully hard. It happens. You know. I remember once we were in a sauna at a hotel. I was giving my husband a blow job and someone walked in on us. They gasped, turned around and left but after that it was a no go."
"I'll steal some Viagra from my father-in-law." Maggie said. "That'll take care of that problem."
Well, that was that. The test was on. For the next hour we sat around sharing blow job techniques and making plans. All the husbands had to agree or the plan would be abandoned, so we had to make sure we got them to agree. That meant of week of spectacular blow jobs on our parts. Then we'd meet the next Friday and to share our experiences. Then we would pop the question to our husbands.
