"Fuck, bollocks." I said out loud to myself as my phone rang. I picked it up and saw it was from Julie, my wife. The time was only just after 12 and I wasn't expecting to hear from her till much later. Still holding the phone I turned the sound down on my laptop and answered the phone with the one hand, my other still stroking my cock as I watched the porn in front of me.
"Hi darling, what's the matter."
"Nothing's wrong, I'm just ready to come home."
"Ok if your sure you're ok. I can pick you up in about twenty minutes, I'll text when I'm outside."
"That's great, see you soon."
I was a bit confused, Julie was out on a mini hen night for a girl from work who was finishing up that day and getting married the next week. They'd had a full weekend away a few weeks ago and although I wasn't given any details it was apparently wild. That's why I was so surprised, Julie loved her nights out and would never normally come home early.
I considered finishing my wank before I left but then thought that as Julie was coming home early I might get the real thing. I closed my computer and left with a smile on my face.
Before I go any further I should probably introduce myself. My name is Phil and I've been married to Julie for ten years. We have tried for children but it's never happened for us and as a result we have a very comfortable life, nice house, two cars, foreign holidays etc. Our time outside of work is our own and we enjoy it, both gyming it regularly and enjoying long weekend walks. We're madly in love and have a great sex life, both being into each others fit sexy bodies.
We both love sex and regularly try to spice up our lives with new toys and Julies sexy outfits or by making up sexy stories and sharing our fantasies with each other. We've always been faithful to each other but neither of us is adverse to some harmless flirting, always when the other is present or giving all the details later.
A good example of this was at my works Christmas party last year. Julie wore a classic black figure hugging dress, it finished just above her knees and clung to everything above that. Julie is 5'6'' and toned, a very firm butt topping off great legs, not skinny but muscular and toned, looking incredible in shorts or stockings. The dress showed her flat tummy and her 34c boobs were cossetted in what Julie tells me was a very expensive La Perla bra that she treated herself to for Christmas. Expensive or not I saw it before the dress went on and it looked really hot! We arrived at the party and you could see all eyes, of both sexes, following Julie as she walked across the room.
There were six at our table and Julie was the only female, the other guys from my section either being single or not bringing their partners along. Julie was getting a lot of attention and seemed to be loving it, I didn't mind as I was enjoying the banter and enjoying watching Julie. It was all innocent enough, one guy, Dave, asking Julie "stockings or tights?" Julie laughed, pulled her dress up slightly, teasing, said "wouldn't you love to know." Before pulling the hem back down. As the drink flowed and the dancing began Julie gave all the guys a dance or two, there were a lot of attempts at grinding and groping, Julie allowing some of it but maneuvering out of the way when it went too far. I'm sure all the guys would have wanted more but Julie had a way of cutting them off before they got carried away and before they thought they were in with a real chance. I occasionally had pangs of jealousy but trusted Julie completely and also knew that she had often been with me when I would flirt with her friends.
I digress, back to the night in hand. I pulled up about forty yards from the club, it was the closest I could get, the center of town still being busy with cars and taxis. I texted Julie and told her where I was and then waited, enjoying the site of tipsy and drunk people walking from pub to clubs, many of the girls wearing very short and revealing dresses.
Julie had gone out in a mid thigh length denim skirt and a loose blouse, her legs were bare and like the rest of her still lightly tanned from a recent week in Spain, she wore 3'' heels that really accentuated her great legs and tight arse. I told her she looked really hot and she gave me a sexy wiggle before cupping my balls and whispering "later lover." I was instantly hard and wanted her there and then, she just giggled, kissed me deeply and left in the taxi waiting outside with her friend Steph in it. I went outside to see her off and was treated to a blown kiss and a exaggerated sexy wink from Steph.
I'd known Steph as long as I'd known Julie, both of them starting off as apprentices in the same hair salon when they were sixteen. They were best friends and a few years ago took the bold step of opening their own salon, which through lots of hard work was doing well. They always seemed to be expanding and now employed ten full and part time staff having recently taken over an adjoining shop, doubling the space and now offering a range of beauty treatments as well. Listening to Julie talk it sounded more like a spa than a hair salon.
Steph was presently single, I think, although it was hard to keep up, she had been through more men than I could keep count of, always complaining that she'd worn them out and that they couldn't keep up with her. She was a little more rounded and curvy than Julie, with a bigger bum and larger boobs and although they were the same age, thirty five, Steph had always seemed to be full of confidence, whereas Julie had grown into hers.
She was also a terrible flirt and a wind up merchant thinking nothing of standing in a crowded pub and in a loud voice saying something like "Hey Phil how you getting on with that new cock ring that Julie bought you." Everyone would go quiet and I'd have to think of a quick answer, something along the lines of "not good, it's the biggest they make but it still doesn't fit."
On nights out I often tried to avoid dancing with her, particularly if she was drunk. She thought nothing of grabbing my arse and pulling me in tight, rubbing her pelvis and boobs against me, it shocked me at first but I soon learnt that the only way to stop her was to get a handful or two of her own gorgeous bum and pull her in even tighter, causing her to laugh and let go. When we'd sit down she'd say to Julie "I had to let him go, his dick was sticking into my ribcage." We'd all laugh but I found it all too arousing to be comfortable.
Having described the ladies I suppose I should also describe myself, I'm thirty six years old, 6'1'' and weigh about 16st/225lb. I'm a naturally big guy, broad shouldered and having played a lot of rugby when I was younger and now doing weights I have a thick, strong back. I don't watch my diet enough to have a six pack but neither do I have a pot belly or love handles and would best be described as powerfully built. I'm not handsome but not unattractive either, I love to laugh, tell silly jokes and smile.
According to Julie I do well in the cock department, she is always complimenting me but I reckon that's just her being kind, trying to boost my ego and enjoying talking dirty. She says it's a good length, but what she really likes is how thick it is, with a big bulbous head on top. I also know from many comments that Steph has made over the years that Julie must have talked about my dick, in fact on one occasion when we were all fairly drunk Steph started going on about how she knew Julie had trouble getting me in her mouth without her teeth scraping the head. Julie was obviously annoyed and told her to shut up, but she just opened her mouth as wide as she could and made gagging sounds, causing us all to laugh.
Where was I, I know, sitting outside the club.
The first person I saw coming towards me was Steph with Julie and two younger women I didn't know a few steps behind. Great, I thought, so much for me shagging Julie, I'm going to spend the next hour taxiing this lot home.
As they got closer I could see that Steph was wearing black pants, loose at the bottom but tight fitting around her thighs, I found myself thinking, "I bet her arse looks great in those." She had on what looked like a black, loose fitting, sequined top, her big boobs bouncing a bit as she walked.
The girl next to Julie had on a short dress that definitely fitted in all the right places. She was bigger built than Julie and gave the impression of being sporty, strong legs with firm thighs, smallish boobs and strong, broad shoulders. She looked good in her heels and short dress but seemed uncomfortable in herself, stopping every few feet to pull the hem of the dress down. In fairness to her, the dress was short and only came to four or five inches below her crotch, which she was obviously conscious of. This girl and both Julie and Steph looked a little unsteady as they walked, a combination of the high heels and too many cocktails I imagined.
In contrast, the girl furthest from Julie seemed to float as she walked. She was a coloured girl, early twenties I guessed and about two inches taller than Julie. She wore a dark green dress that whilst not tight, seemed to move with her as glided towards me. So balanced and smooth was she that I wondered if she was a model or something.
As they all reached the car I signaled for them all to get in from the passengers side as there was a lot of traffic passing on my side. Julie got in the front next to me, leaning over and giving me a kiss, "thanks darling, you don't mind the girls..."
Before she could finish her sentence Steph had climbed in the back and as she moved across seat to sit behind me she leaned through the gap, kissing me on the cheek and saying, "hi lover."
I turned to talk to her and was treated to a view straight down her loose top, her boobs barely contained by a lacy black bra, "hi Steph."
Girl number one climbed in next and was trying to do so in a ladylike fashion, unfortunately short, tight dresses make this very difficult. She was simultaneously trying to support her weight , hold her dress down and move across the seat at the same time. When she eventually reached the middle Julie said , "Phil this is Sally, Sally Phil. Sally's our masseuse for the new beauty parlour."
I turned in my seat to face Sally and really didn't want to look down but couldn't stop myself , her legs were jammed together but the dress had risen so much that I could nearly see her hip bones. Two things struck me, one, she had great thighs, and two, if she was wearing a bikini with probably much more on display, she probably wouldn't be half as self conscious. Anyway I managed to drag my gaze upwards. She was very pretty and at that moment, rather flustered looking. My mind said, "I wouldn't mind a massage off of you." But my mouth said, "hi Sally, lovely to meet you."
Courtney, as she was eventually introduced to me, slipped in beside Sally. She looked elegant and composed, sitting upright and ready to go whilst everyone else was still sorting themselves out. Courtney was a stylist and Julie had mentioned her, saying she was very good, demanded good wages but that they were confident she'd help breath new life into the place and bring in new clients.
I waited till everyone had their belts on (safe driving in all my stories, although not necessarily safe sex) and said, "right, where to first."
There was momentary silence and then Julie said, "I told the girls they could come back and continue the party at ours, is that ok."
Fucking great, not only will I have to taxi them around the place but I'll have to sit up listening to their drunken cackling for a few hours first.
"Of course it's ok, lots of booze and a few good tunes back at our place." Was what I said. As I looked in the mirror and saw the three lovely women behind me and my gorgeous wife beside me I thought, "life's not too bad really."
As I pulled away I was asking Julie about the night and why they were going home early
"The DJ was crap and the music shit and it was nearly all fella's."
"I thought you'd be in your element, loads of fella's and only a few women." I was referring more to Steph and I hoped Julie or the other two wouldn't be offended.
"No, they were all too young, early twenties at the most."
I nodded and there was silence for a short while and then Julie started smiling, turning to Steph she said, "will I tell them or will you."
"Fuck off, will ya."
More smiles and giggles from Julie, "You've got to admit it's a bit funny."
Even through the back of my seat I could feel Steph staring at Julie
"You can't stop now, what happened?" asked Sally
Steph started smiling, "Did you see that young fella I was chatting to earlier, skinny legs but muscular arms."
Sally nodded,
"Well we had a snog, he was a shit kisser and from what I could feel his dick was nothing to write home about, but he grabbed my tit and I was feeling horny."
I think all of us nodded, wanting her to finish her story.
"Anyway, I asked him would he like to come back to my place,"
There was a pause, Steph had changed, like she was enjoying telling the story and enjoying her audience.
