My name is Jimi -- with an "i," not a "y." My parents aren't old enough to have seen Hendrix play live, but they love his music. I do, too. "Crosstown Traffic" is my favorite.
I like to tell people I'm a professional wrestler, which is not a lie. But if you're picturing Shawn Michaels or John Cena or somebody like that, then I'm flattered, but you need to set your sights lower. I'm just a regular guy who makes a living as a wrestler -- as a wrestling coach, if you want to get technical. I coach the men's wrestling team at the local college, Beaver State University, which also happens to be my alma mater.
After I graduated, I stayed on as a member of the training staff and worked my way up to head coach. The pay is shit, but I supplement it by also coaching volleyball and overseeing some intramural sports.
I'm into my thirties now, so I'm not trying to date college girls, but I won't deny that it's nice to work on a campus teeming with young hotties who go out half naked and call it high fashion -- even if they would never notice me.
I never considered myself a ladies' man, but I got incredibly lucky when I met Chloe at a party about four years ago. She was stunningly beautiful and had a bouncy, upbeat energy. She's a little spitfire, that one. I was immediately captivated by her looks and charmed by her personality. We started dating and fell in love. Less than two years later, we eloped, getting married in a little old country chapel -- a picture perfect ending to a storybook romance.
From our first date, I knew she was the one.
Chloe is a living doll. She is petite at about 5'-1"tall with full firm breasts and a breathtaking heart-
shaped ass. Her face is beautiful with full lips, just a bit of baby fat in her adorable cheeks and an impish smile framing perfect white teeth. She has large oval shaped green eyes that hypnotize me and most other straight men. She has long wavy black hair that shimmers in the light. At twenty-eight, she is seven years younger than I am.
Surprisingly, it is her second marriage. When I met her, she was only twenty-four, but she was already a divorcée. Chloe had married her high school sweetheart right after graduation, before she discovered that he was an immature idiot still trying to nail everything with two legs and a skirt.
She dumped him unceremoniously, but she wasn't able to get an annulment, so I'm her second husband -- and I intend to be her last. I adore my wife. I couldn't ask for a better partner. Chloe is independent, she's funny, she's kind and she is highly intelligent. My wife is a good and compassionate person and, luckily for me, the last of the red hot lovers.
She becomes aggressive in bed after a few drinks. Alcohol makes her lose all inhibition. It doesn't take much considering her size. She likes to dance at the local clubs. The drinks would flow and she usually attacked me when we got home. She isn't into fellatio but she does it every so often to keep me happy. She always spits my load in the sink and brushes her teeth afterwards.
She fucks like a minx, though, and rides me like a cowgirl on a bucking bronco until my balls are drained. She seems happy with my five and a half inches and we still fuck like newlyweds -- which we are.
Balor is a friend of mine from our days together on the Beaver State wrestling team. Back in college, we hung out a lot, but whereas I was somewhat shy and awkward, he was an extrovert with a big personality. He was taller than me and boyishly handsome, but it was that ineffable air of confidence he exuded that really set Balor apart. That and the fact that he looked like a Greek god when he took off his shirt. He always had chicks hanging on him and he made it a point to play the field. I never dated more than one girl at a time, but Balor used to say that having a girlfriend in college was like bringing sand to the beach.
We shared an off campus apartment our senior year. I always knew Balor got around, but living with him opened my eyes to the extent of his womanizing. The guy must have slept with half our graduating class -- and quite a few juniors, sophomores and freshmen, for that matter. Shit, I wouldn't put it past Balor to bag a professor or two along the way. The dude was an unabashed horndog and the ladies loved him for it. I know he kept them happy, too, considering the screams of ecstasy I used to hear through his bedroom wall.
I once walked in on him while a pretty coed was on her knees, worshipping his dick. Her name was Kathleen. I recognized her from a class we had together. I remember she was naked from the waist up and was well endowed to say the least. She stopped when she heard me enter and her mouth left his dick with an audible plop.
My roommate was hung like a moose!
Balor's cock must have been nine inches long if it was an inch. It was an obscene tower of flesh and veins, as thick as his wrist, crowned by a fat purple head the size of a handball.
Kathleen turned and smiled at me in embarrassment. She made no move to cover herself and neither did he. She just gave me a sheepish greeting. To this day, I distinctly remember how she had to take her hand off his cock to give me a little wave, but then she went right back to work, mesmerized by his meat. He laughed as I apologized and hurriedly left the room. I finally realized why the noises coming regularly from his bedroom were so loud. He had enough dick for both of us. I would be lying if I said it didn't make me feel a little inadequate.
I hadn't seen Balor for a couple of years. He took a sales job after college and eventually he moved out of state in order to stay close to his sales territory. But it looked llike he was making a change because he called to tell me that he had been transferred back to town. He said he wanted to visit and meet the girl who finally "pinned me to the mat," as he put it.
Balor came over the next evening. I was glad to see him. He seemed to like Chloe and she was equally friendly to him. She was like that to everyone.
After a few drinks, I caught him staring at Chloe's ass but wrote it off to a good buzz and after all, she does have an amazing ass. Balor said that he had met a great girl. That didn't take long -- he's been back in town for, what, twenty-four hours? He wondered if we might go out together and Chloe readily accepted. Balor liked to dance so we made a double date to go clubbing on Saturday night.
My old Beaver State wrestling teammate showed up at our house at about 6:30 PM with a drop dead gorgeous blonde named Dawn. She was a tall, leggy girl, with a wonderfully well-formed chest and a smile that could melt an iceberg. Balor offered to drive his new Rivian and said it could fit us all comfortably. I felt like I was in a commercial the way he shamelessly showed off all of its little features, but Chloe seemed suitably impressed.
"Wow, it is a lot more spacious than what I'm used to," my wife said as she stepped inside.
Balor didn't say anything, but I saw that curl at the corner of his mouth.
Both women were wearing short, stylish dresses that really showed off their tits and legs. We went to dinner first and started drinking wine. By the time dinner was over, we were all feeling pretty good. I spent a lot of time with my eyes glued to Dawn's tits. Her brassiere barely covered them and every time she leaned over, they almost spilled out of her dress. But I wasn't the only one with a wandering eye. Balor spent some time casually checking out Chloe's ample breasts. Once our dates grew tired of us trading old war stories from our college days, we decided to leave for the club.
While riding in the back seat with Chloe, she casually put her hand in my lap and gave my dick a good squeeze. I had wondered if she had noticed me checking out Dawn. From her look, I knew that I was in for a good time later in the evening. The alcohol was having its desired effect. We got to the club about ten o'clock and got a table along the wall next to the dance floor.
We danced, drank, and danced some more. The table had a great view.
Dawn was fun to watch and it was evident that Balor was attracted to Chloe from the way I saw him looking at her. Later, I danced with Dawn and Balor danced with Chloe. We had started dancing to a fast dance tune. I enjoyed the way Dawn's tits bounced to the rhythm. Chloe was the better dancer though. Balor must have enjoyed the way she moved her ass seductively to the music.
This time I caught him staring at my wife with a ravening smile on his face. I understood the reason. Chloe's petite body is eye catching, with her full tits and bewitching little ass. There are not a lot of women put together as well as her in a small package. She is a perfect "one-hander;" you could hold her tiny waist with one hand and a stroke her on your dick. When the song ended, a slow tune began and we continued to slow dance with each other's date. Dawn felt as good as she looked and smelled incredible. She rubbed up against me with those great tits of hers.
Chloe danced close to Balor with her head on his chest. It was dark in the club but I thought I saw my friend take a hand full of my wife's fetching ass. The alcohol was playing tricks on me. He wouldn't do that with Chloe and she would have slapped him if he did. Balor and I were hammered and it was evident that both girls were as well. About 1:30 AM, we decided to call it a night.
As we stumbled into his luxury SUV, drunk and laughing loudly, Balor suggested that we stop at his place for a nightcap since it was close to the club. When we got there, Chloe went to the bathroom. She had been gone a little long and I decided to see if she was all right. I knocked on the door and she opened it and pulled me in! I had one hot little wife in that bathroom. She grabbed my buns and pulled me to her, kissing me deeply and grinding her crotch into my rapidly growing hard-on. I picked her up by her ass and carried her to sit on the bathroom sink.
I then decided to give her a little of what she wanted. I dropped to my knees on the bathroom floor and removed her panties. I quickly found her clit and began flicking it lovingly with my tongue. It didn't take long to get her off. I told her that I would fuck her properly once we got home. Afterwards, I tucked her underwear into my jacket pocket and went back to Balor and Dawn in the living room. They asked if Chloe was all right. I told them she was fine and she soon returned with rosy cheeks, her beautiful face looking speckled and flushed, her green eyes glimmering like she had a secret to keep.
After another drink, Balor broke out a thin joint and told us the strain is called Soul Mate. We all took a puff, but that is when Dawn said that she didn't feel well. Concerned, Balor offered to drop her off on the way to take us home. After showing us how the car can parallel park on its own, Balor hopped out, opened Dawn's door and walked her into her apartment. She steadied herself by clutching the crook of his arm as he squired her inside.
"So chivalrous," Chloe swooned while we waited in the backseat.
I suspected Balor had less honorable intentions, but I kept that to myself. I saw no need to spoil my wife's good impression of my friend.
When Balor returned to the Rivian, he looked disappointed. No pussy for him tonight. I felt bad. The delicious taste of my wife's honey hole was still on my tongue.
After dropping off Dawn, our party was down to three, but Chloe didn't want the fun to end. She asked Balor if he was interested in another nightcap. Balor was never one to turn down a drink and, true to form, he accepted. It was 2:30 AM and I was running out of steam but I figured that I hadn't partied with my buddy since our Beaver State days, so If he was up for it, then I was too.
We entered our living room and decided to turn on the television with the sound off and the stereo turned on like in the old days. We kept the lights off because the television provided light more than adequately. In our wasted state, the bright lights would have been intolerable. Chloe went off to make us some drinks, even though none of us needed one.
We have two couches that face one another and a coffee table in between. I laid out on one couch and Balor sat himself on the couch across from it close to the TV. Chloe entered the room with the drinks and sat on the couch next to Balor since I had occupied the entire length of the other couch. We drank and talked for at least an hour. I broke out some of my best smoke -- a brilliantly hued nug of Blue Dream Blowfish -- and we
