When I first met Dave's wife, I was stunned. After working with Dave for about a year as cooks in an inner city restaurant, we had become pretty good friends - that is, we had a good working relationship. Dave was about ten years older than me, heavy set, and starting to go bald fast. Me, I was the kid in the place, only 21.
Working nights in a restaurant is both hard work and fun, there was always a little slap and tickle with the waitresses, and always talk about sex. The waitresses always joked about cock size, and a few of them asked me about my size. I always told them, "See for yourself!" as I lifted my apron. They would laugh and say "Yeah, dream on!"
Well the longer I worked there, the more bold one or two of the waitresses got. Barbara, a hot Italian babe decided to take me up on it one night. "Let's see what you got, we know Dave doesn't have anything of interest," she giggled. And stroked her hand across the front of my jeans. "Oh my!" she smiled," I'm sure your girlfriend likes that."
One stroke of her hand and I was rock hard. I pulled my apron down and was a little embarrassed, blushing to the amusement of the other waitresses. "You sure aren't anything like Dave," she smiled and winked at me, then went to serve her customer.
"You know," Dave said to me, "she is right, I really don't have much of a dick, even hard."
I laughed and said, "Well Dave, you still have your tongue." Dave smiled.
A few nights later, while sipping on our one hour left to go drinks, and preparing the last meals of the night, Dave asked if I would like to have dinner the next night at his house. I thought to myself, sure why not, hell, it was a Wednesday night in the summer and there wasn't a whole lot going on. So I accepted his invitation warmly, and asked about directions to his house and what time I should arrive. Dave lived in the city, and I was a suburb dweller living in an apartment. I wasn't all that familiar with the city, but was happy for anything to do on a dull Wednesday night.
After a few wrong turns, and what seemed like an eternity trying to find a parking space, I was ringing the bell to Dave's row house home. I had brought with me a six pack of imported beer for Dave, and a bottle of wine for his wife. Dave answered the door with a smile, and hand shake, and a hearty " come on in and meet my wife!" As I walked in the door the cool air of the central air felt like a great release from the smoldering heat outside on the sidewalk. Dave's wife was sitting on the couch, I almost couldn't believe what I saw. She was, for lack of better words, a piece of ass. Even with ten or so years on me, she was a sight to see.
"This is my wife, Cathy," Dave said as he made the introductions. Cathy rose from the sofa, her long legs looked great in her shorts, and her breasts were breathtaking under her tee shirt.
"Pleased to meet you, Brian," she said as she shook my hand and gave me a peck on the cheek, "please make yourself at home." I handed Dave the six pack, and the bottle of wine. "Dave, fix us all some drinks while Brian and I chat," Cathy said as she led me over to the couch. I admit, all I could think about was what the hell is this woman doing married to this guy? He was way overweight, and wimpy, and she was as tight as a drum. The two just didn't seem to go together. But this night's dinner would prove to be an education for me.
As I sat on the sofa, Cathy curled up next to me and slid her feet under herself. Cathy seemed to be a very touchy-feely kind of woman and she would touch my hand or arm as we talked. We continued to talk as Dave came in the room with a round of drinks. He didn't seem to mind that his wife was sitting very near me.
We all talked about work, and the people there, and we joked and seemed to be getting along just great, I did feel at home there. I got the impression that Dave did most of the work around the house, as she never moved from my side as Dave cooked our dinner in the kitchen.
"I understand Barbara got quite a handful the other night," Cathy teased. I fought back a blush, but my face must have reddened. Cathy giggled and said, "That's so cute, I haven't made a man blush in years." She seemed pleased with herself, and gave me a little hug. I could see her nipples harden under her tee shirt as she gave me another peck on the cheek.