NOTE: I try and write as close to the truth as possible, but have to change the names (to protect identities) and the dialogue a little (as my recollection of conversation isn't always that accurate).
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My wife and I attended a summer ball last year at the invitation of my sister-in-law and her husband. Joining us at this ball was another couple, Angela and John, who have been together since they were 16, true childhood sweethearts who have only ever slept with each other.
As I will try and explain in future posts, my SIL has a fascination with my dick and has previously mentioned to couples that I am 'well hung'. So, it was no surprise that once again, quite early in the evenings events, she brings the subject of my cock into the conversation. How does my SIL know, she is questionned by Angela, as we enjoy pre-dinner drinks by the bar?
'I've seen it quite a few times, it's massive! On holiday, at home, ....Dave goes nude on the beach you know, he's not shy!'
Now while I am probably slightly larger than usual, I don't think that 8 inches is 'massive', unless compared to her husband who she claims has got a really small cock, that is.
Thanks for that, I think. Always a conversation stopper as I get embarrassed in company that I don't know that well (we have met Angela and John before, but only briefly).
I think nothing more of my SIL's revelation to Angela until later on in the evening, after the wine has been flowing for quite a few hours. As my wife and I returned to our table after a dance, Angela grabs my crotch and squeals in delight saying ;
'You're right Samantha, it feels like a large one to me!!' This illicits lots of laughs from the girls.
As is normal for these occasions, we all drink until the early hours before returning home to SIL's house in a minibus a bit worse for wear.
We all say we're off to bed, Samantha says, 'Anyone fancy a coffee?' We all say no, apart from Angela, and make our way to our separate rooms up the stairs to get ready for bed. After I have stripped off my dinner suit and am cleaning my teeth at the sink in the en-suite bathroom, my wife says to me, as she's already tucked up in bed;
'Oh Dave, can you get a couple of glasses of water from downstairs please?' (an absolute must after these functions if you don't want a thick head in the morning!)
'OK', I say and wrap a towel around me after I have finished at the sink, thinking that I might get to show off a little.
I walk down the stairs and across the hall, then open the door into the kitchen where Angela is sat at the table and Samantha stood up by the sink, both of them sipping on their steaming cups of coffee.
'Changed your mind about the coffee then?' asks Samantha
'No, I think I'm a little under-dressed to join you both for coffee', I reply as the door closes behind me and I stand looking at them still in their evening dresses.
'From what Sam was saying earlier, more like over-dressed!', Angela laughed, in a cackling manner.
'Very funny', I replied, 'I have just come down for some glasses of cold water. May I have a couple to take back up please?'
'Sure,' says Sam 'the glasses are in the cupboard over there.', motioning to behind where Angela was sitting.