It had been two weeks since our night with Jen and Bob. It had been an interesting evening, and an eye-opening one in some respects. I very much enjoyed seeing Jen completely naked. Oh, I'd seen her in skimpy bikinis at the lake and such, but I'd never seen her private bits before. And Bob had seen even less of my wife, who preferred a more conservative one-piece swim suit. I wasn't sure I exactly loved having Bob ogling my wife's naked body, but it had been her choice to make and she wanted to support Jen, her best friend, as best she could. If it took a hit to her modesty to do that, well, it surprised me, but maybe it shouldn't have.
After we got home, I tried to discuss the video, and what she and I both found stimulating. To my surprise, she was reluctant to discuss it at all, and even when she did, it was in very vague and closed terms. We had the invitation for a free consult with the therapist that Bob and Jen were using, but so far we hadn't taken advantage of it. Mandy didn't think we particularly needed any help in the sex department, since I'm already "over-sexed", in her estimation. I thought maybe it would help for us to discuss things, since I was a little surprised at what fantasy situations Mandy responded to. Unfortunately, just because I thought maybe talking about them would be a good idea, she didn't, and had since resisted every attempt I've made to discuss them. The best I could get from her so far was, quote, "My private fantasies are just that, private. I won't ask you to explain yours and I don't expect to have to explain mine!" unquote, end of discussion.
I know that Jen and my wife, Mandy, had been talking daily, which wasn't at all unusual, but when I walked through wherever they were, they quickly curtailed whatever they were discussing, which was unusual. When I asked my wife about it, she simply said it was girl talk and they'd tell me if there was something I needed to know. That's her way of telling me to keep my nose out of it, so I would.
Bob and I routinely hung out on many Sundays, watching football in the fall, and NASCAR in the spring and summer. It wasn't unusual to find us at each other's houses for at least part of Sunday, unless we had something else planned, like a weekend at the lake. Typically the girls hung out as well, though they paid little attention to what was on TV unless their favorite team was playing, and then it was Katie bar the door! Mandy could be quite competitive when she wanted to be, and supporting her team was one of those times.
It was one of those Sundays, with football just getting going and NASCAR winding down toward the end of the season. We were all in our living room, watching the Kansas City Chiefs playing. I couldn't help but notice that Bob was frequently looking at Mandy, especially if she got up and left the room. "You know, I can't get out of my mind how sexy Mandy looked that night. You are one lucky SOB!" he said when both she and his wife were out of the room at the same time.
"Hell, Bob. You act like Jen isn't sexy or something. I mean, she's really hot looking. Don't know why you have to be trying to check out Mandy when you have such a hot woman in your bed."
"Jen? She's not all that good looking. Not like Mandy. Her tits are fucking to kill for!"
I was startled, to say the least. "Really? You're gonna talk about my wife's tits like that?"
"Why not? I mean, they are, right? Your wife is smoking hot! I mean, she looks good in shorts and stuff, and in a swim suit, even better. But naked, shit. I don't know how you aren't pounding her every fucking night!"
"Come on, Bob. Seriously?"
"What?"
"That's my wife you're talking about."
"So? I mean, you saying she isn't smoking hot?"
"Well, yeah, she is. To me, anyway."
"Hell man, to any dude! Never thought I'd see her naked, but damn!"
The conversation died when the girls came back in, but it left its imprint on me, and I noticed a lot more just how much he was watching her. At halftime, the girls got up to work on dinner, leaving us alone. I made an excuse to get up and get more beers, allowing me to talk to the girls alone.
"Honey, I don't think getting naked in front of Bob was a good idea," I said softly.
"Why's that?"
"He's obsessing over how you look."
"He is?" Jen asked.
"He's practically undressing you with his eyes every time you move. He's more than a little taken by your boobs."
"And he doesn't think Jen is good looking?"
"Not like you," I said with a frown as I opened the fridge and got out two more bottles of beer. "I just thought you should know."
"Well, I'm not surprised," Jen said. "I am surprised he'd say it to you."
"He's said something to you about it?"
"In his own way. The other night he suggested that I get a boob job to make them more like hers." Jen said with a frown. "He doesn't think mine are big enough."
"Damn," I said quietly.
"Yeah, well, I'm sorry. I didn't think that what we did would turn into this. It was supposed to just be an experiment and that having me naked with you looking at me, would encourage him to do the same."
"I don't think it worked."
"It didn't," she said with a sigh. "He just doesn't see me as desirable."
"Maybe you need some hot guy to put the moves on you in front of him," I chuckled jokingly. "Maybe then he'd realize he's got a hot woman of his own."
"You think I'm hot?" she asked quickly, raising her eyebrows. I looked at Mandy, expecting a very negative reaction, but instead saw her looking at me curiously.
"Well?" My wife asked me, expecting an answer.
I looked back at Jen and nodded slowly. "Let's just say that I liked what I saw last time we were at the lake, and it only got better the other night."
"So, that's a yes?"
"It's a yes," I answered before turning and heading to the living room before the conversation could get me in to trouble with my wife. I walked into the living room and handed Bob a beer before dropping into my recliner.
"Did you get a chance to feel up your wife's tits while you were in there?"
"Huh?"
"You were in there long enough; I thought maybe you were playing with your wife's tits."
"Uh. No. No, I didn't. You know, I still don't get why you don't think your wife is good looking," I said with a frown.
"She's just not. Not like your wife, dude. I mean, she's really hot looking. Jennifer, she's just sorta average, ya know?"
"No, I don't know. I thought she looked pretty spectacular in that lingerie she had on. I mean, didn't that turn you on? Seeing her in that?"
"Maybe a little, but not nearly as much as your wife's tits. Shit, a guy could get lost for hours in those."
"Come on. They're thirty-eight double D. Jen's are at least as C, maybe a D, right?"
"Thirty-two C," he said. "But she does have a nice looking pussy, when she shaves it. You could feel her up if you wanted. I mean, if you think she's good looking. Wouldn't bother me. Maybe I'll try and cop a feel on Mandy some time."
"Only if you plan on getting your face slapped off. I doubt she'd be particularly agreeable to having her tits groped by anyone other than me. Hell, other than the other night, I'm the only guy that's seen her naked in thirty years," I said hoping to end the now uncomfortable conversation.
"Might be worth a slap or two." He chuckled as the girls came back into the room.
"What would be worth a slap or two?" Jen asked as she settled on the sofa.
"Feeling up Mandy's tits," Bob said with a grin.
"Are we back to that again?" Jen asked with a frown, shaking her head. "She agreed to get undressed to help us, not to become your personal wet dream!"
"Yeah, but even you have to admit, with those hooters, she is a wet dream!" he answered.
"Good lord," my wife mumbled, covering her face with one hand.
