When I first got married my sex life was pretty normal in that we were hot for one another but there was nothing out of the ordinary going on. Lucy was a beautiful English rose, if I do say so myself. Outwardly pretty quiet, a tall brunette who benefited from great genetics which bestowed upon her a trim hourglass figure with long dancer's legs – she'd been a student at dance college when we'd met. Her galvanising face held immense sexual attraction; luscious lips, large dark eyes – full of promise - hair a shining dark-brown feminine mane of slightly wavy locks. I was more than pleased with my catch, so to speak.
So kink had never come into it. We'd even watched a bit of porn together and I had somewhere noted mentally that she did get hotter when there was more than one guy in a scene but that again seemed normal enough – no-one likes variety more than us blokes, so I could relate. From what I knew of her past, I was only the second guy she'd slept with so there wasn't even any history to explore.
Then one dull evening out turned on its head and I saw my bride in a whole new light. We'd gone to her work's annual summer ball. It was an insurance firm, pretty large in our part of the world so the event was quite a splendid do, with the males required to don dinner suits and the women in elegant dresses.
The company around our table, however, was lousy. There were half a dozen people I didn't know – blowhards and their wives from some other office – along with Lucy's direct boss – a bit of a church-going harpy of a woman in her early forties who might've been attractive if she could let the scowl stop dominating her face and didn't have a tongue like a carving knife.
Melinda, aforesaid boss, had a poor put-upon husband, Jerry, who was a nice bloke – one of those guys you just want to take out for a beer as a humanitarian gesture and thanks for his sacrifice for mankind – keeping witches like Melinda away from the rest of us.
My saving grace was the couple seated next to me – Stephanie and her husband Mark, around our ages. Stephanie was a well-proportioned dusty-blonde girl with bright sparkly eyes who always had a dazzling smile for me anytime we met. Mark was a bit of a smiler, too, and looking at his sexy wife squeezed into her emerald evening outfit which showed a tantalising cleavage and edible ass, you could understand his sense of well-being.
Not to say Lucy didn't appear hot as hell in her own black satin dress, which had a fantastic split right up the centre, demure enough to appear a fold, teasing enough to offer a flash of thigh when she opened her stride or danced. The halter top supported her killer tits beautifully to push her deep cleavage and hint of full mounds just above the material. The luckiest bastard of all was the office 'junior' (the least senior salesman) Richard who was on his own and enjoying flirting with Stephanie and Lucy.
I was thinking the torture might be over as the night drew to a close and was planning on maybe hitting some late bars or clubs with Stephanie and Mark, when Melinda announced there'd be drinks back at her house for her 'people' – she announced it like some sort of duty and it put us in an awkward position; we didn't really want to go, she didn't really want to have us, but etiquette demanded it.
So we traipsed back to her large house in separate taxis – Lucy and I, Stephanie and Mark, with office-boy Richard tagging along; only for some free booze, I suspected. No-one was much enthused about it.
When we got there, Jerry was the perfect host and plied us all with drinks which we took in their large, welcoming lounge – I say so because I loved the sofas and big comfortable armchairs which breasted a wonderful open log fire; a bit like a hunting lodge. Low ambient lighting and some music set the mood nicely.
Jerry also introduced us to Melinda's sister, Edie - who had been babysitting their young children - which was a real surprise as she turned out to be human!
More than that, actually – she was some years younger, about late thirties, and seemed to have the soft looks her big bad sister lacked. She too was blonde, smaller in stature than Melinda. A straight shiny bob curled around her cheeky smile and although she wasn't as glamorously dressed as the other women, her short skirt and top showed a
buxom figure without a trace of fat. Obviously, she liked to look after herself; she talked gyms with Richard for a good ten minutes. I had the urge to join one myself – preferably hers.
Edie became the axis of conversation as the drinks flowed and her presence and cheeky banter got everyone back up on an enjoyable high; Everyone except Melinda, of course, who barely concealed her resentment of her sister's popularity. Eventually, she announced she was off to bed, that she was sure we wouldn't mind and that Jerry and Edie would 'take care of you all'.
Jerry just shrugged as she disappeared off, and we shared his sense of relief as the lounge door shut firmly. Edie grimaced, wondered aloud if it was her fault.
Jerry, surprisingly, just gave a laugh and asked, "Well, have you been watching her porn again while the kid's slept?"
That was an eyebrow raiser. Lucy, Stephanie and Richard gasped at this revelation about their boss. Mark and I exchanged curious grins.
Edie giggled, put a hand over her mouth, made big playful 'how dare you?' eyes at Jerry.
He turned to the rest of us, quite drunk, and announced, "Bit of a secret. I once caught Edie watching some skin flick DVDs that Melinda collected. Melinda doesn't know, so. . ." he tapped the side of his prominent nose with a finger.
Melinda's? Really?
Edie reached over and mussed up his slicked salt-and-pepper hair, sniping, "You fibber!"
"You were!"
Then Edie laughed, shrugged, looked at us all and said, "Oh well. Heck, it was good stuff. Fun."
Lucy said, "Oh, I like some of that, too," causing my eyebrows to make a run for my hairline. "What was it?" she asked.
Edie hesitated a bit then answered, with a glance at Jerry, "Well, kind of. . .It's guys cumming over a girl, y'know. Um, sometimes she gets screwed. . ."
"Hey, porn's porn," Richard quipped, "Gang-bangs, yeah?"
Nope," Jerry corrected, "bit of group shagging but really, it's porn aimed at women – with a bit of bukkake sort of stuff, you know? Women in control, though."
Right. I understood perfectly now – 'women in control' suited Melinda to a tee.
Stephanie laughed at Richard. "'Porn's porn. . .Listen to Mr.Pornstar. Though you should be in some, huh 'donkey-boy'? 'Dickie'." She teased him.
Richard blushed, then went beetroot when Edie regarded him with curious eyes.
Edie was quick to pick up. "What's that? Have you got a big willie, Richard? Dick got a big dick?" She guffawed at her own humour.
I looked at Lucy quizzically. Did she know about this nickname stuff? She'd never told me. Lucy said, "Some of the women in the office tease him, Andy," by way of an answer.
"Has Melinda seen it?" Edie asked Jerry.
He made a drunken, 'Don't know' face.
Edie pressed in her own tipsy giggle, "Well I want to see it."
The girls laughed with shock. "Me too!" Stephanie added, raising her hand.
Richard whispered, "Fuck off," in a hoarse voice.
"Aw, come on," Edie said. "We're all a bit drunk. It's late. Melinda and the kids in bed other side of the house. No-one to spoil the fun. . ."
Jerry nodded, eyeing up his sister in law. Good for him, I thought.
"And anyway," added Edie, "I'm not going to see you again, am I? how about that for fun, Richard – showing your big dick to a strange girl?"
He said nothing. Instead, Mark asked his wife, matter-of-factly, "Steph, how the hell do you know his dick is big?"
She smiled. "A temp. Richard here had some sexy fun with that college girl we had in last summer. But she wasn't very discreet about it."
"Oh for fuck's sake," Richard sighed, slumped in his armchair that faced the fire, right angles to the rest of us sat on the huge couches..
"Come on," Edie urged. "I bet you're hard thinking about it." Shrieks from Lucy and Stephanie at her audacity. "Let me see if it's as big as the ones in Melinda's porn," Edie asked with a sexy smile.
Richard grabbed his crotch, gansta-style, moulding the material around the shape of his dick. An impressive bulge. "Here you go," he said, cheeky.
"Oh, you're a damn tease," Edie hissed. "You're getting me quite hot." She shook her big tits slowly, prompting more giggles. Then she winked at Lucy and Stephanie. "Now take it out for a proper look, Mr Pornstar, or we'll take it out for you, won't we girls?"
Richard laughed aloud, "No fucking way. . ."
Edie stood.
Richard shuffled upright in his chair. "No way," he smiled, but it was wavering into trepidation.
Edie looked sexy as hell. Those large boobs were pressing on the front of her white top, and there was no doubt she possessed a pair of nipples to compliment them. She smoothed her skirt down over shapely thighs – she was small in height but her proportions were pure blonde pocket dynamite. Her legs looked gym-toned and flexible.
I was getting quite heated myself as she contemplated Richard. I think everyone was poised then, eager to see if events would teeter this night over the edge. The atmosphere was certainly ripe and Edie took advantage of it by saying softly with a wicked smile to Stephanie and Lucy, "I like to be in control a bit as well. Don't you, girls? Don't you like to see a boy jerk his man-meat just for you?"
Without a pause, Lucy drunkenly blurted out, "Oh, yes. That's the bit I like. When they all pull it. . ." Then she seemed to catch herself, felt my eyes right beside her, burrowing into her.
I'd just had an epiphanic moment, put my finger right on what it was about the porn we had watched that got her going. Guys jerking. The more the merrier. It was at those points in the scenes that she got into it. Of course. She glanced at me, giggled. Said, "Oops. . ."
Stephanie howled with laughter, snorting her wine. "I'm game," she said, looking at Mark who wore an incredulous but amused expression.
Mark turned to Richard and shrugged, "I think you'd better get your dick out for them, Donkey-boy. I'm not going to be responsible for their actions. . ."
Richard looked terrified, swallowing hard.
Edie stalked over to him, stood over him as he attempted to sit upright. Then she fell forward, pinning his arms to the chair with her hands, tickling her blonde locks in his face, her big tits barely centimetres from him as she consciously swung them across his chest.
