I'd known David for a long time; we were at school together. We'd always been the best of friends and we look so similar that we have often been mistaken for brothers. But there's one big difference between us; while I have stayed single, Dave married his long-term girlfriend, Gina.
Now Gina is a lovely girl. She has long dark hair that frames a pretty face and a nice trim figure. There's definitely a little bit of Italian in her – from her errant fathers' side I think – and this shows most in her fiery temperament. Dave and Gina had been trying to get pregnant for many months without success, and this had not improved her mood; everything that went wrong was Dave's fault – or mine, if I was around – and, to be fair, the constant aggravation was beginning to wear a bit thin.
It was a Saturday night and, as usual, Dave and I had imbibed of a few alcoholic beverages at our local bar. He'd told me that Gina was also going out – a "girls night" as he'd described it, and I hoped that when we both returned to his house for a nightcap, that her evenings' entertainment would have put her in a good mood for a change.
Both Dave and I sighed exhaustedly as we entered his house to the usual sounds of complaint from Gina.
"What time do you call this?" She chastised us. "Where have you been? Who have you been with? How much have you had to drink?"
The tirade of questions seemed endless.
But there was a subtle difference in Gina's voice. It was as hard and as patronising as usual, but there was a lilt or possibly a slur to her words. It suddenly dawned on me that the Dave's usually very sober wife had drunk a few too many glasses of Chianti!
Doing his best to ignore her accusing eyes, Dave fetched two beers from the fridge and we both slumped down in the lounge to enjoy them. Gina was up in a second, her hands on her hips and yelling at my friend.
"So, where's my drink then?"
I was a little surprised to say the least. Apart from the occasional half glass of wine with dinner, I'd never known Gina to drink at home before. Dave looked surprised too but trooped back out to the kitchen and poured out a glass of red wine for his wife. Gina downed the drink in one gulp before continuing her harangue. The diatribe lasted a full five minutes with her words becoming more and more slurred with each sentence. Eventually she seemed to have finished and slumped – rather unceremoniously – onto the sofa.
"Oh, and I need some more money as well." She said as if an afterthought. "There's not a scrap of food in the house!"
Up until that point, Dave had taken her rantings in his usual calm, collected manner. But as I looked at him then, his eyes seemed to glass over and a red flush drifted over his previously serene expression.
"Christ, Gina!" He almost exploded, "don't you ever stop? Can't you give it a rest for just a few minutes?"
Gina looked dumbfounded. I don't think that her husband had ever answered her back so vehemently. I too had never seen Dave like this, maybe he'd taken just one too many accusations.
Without so much as a word, Dave fished in the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a handful of bank notes.
"There are girls that will do a hell of a lot more than just talk to get this sort of cash." He said coolly.
"What? What are you talking about now?" Gina replied.
"You want this?" He said waving the cash in front of her nose, "You better earn it!"
In a flash, Dave had pulled at the front of Gina's white dress, popping half of the buttons down the front, leaving the garment gaping open and her white lacy bra exposed. I could hardly believe what I was seeing; perhaps it was the booze talking but neither Dave or Gina seemed likely to back down.
"What about him?" Gina stated indicating yours truly sitting behind her on the sofa.
"Frank has had to put up with your complaining for far too long as well." Dave replied as he pushed the notes into her bra, stripper style. He looked over at me. "Come on, mate. If I'm going to give her this cash she's going to have to show us her tits!"
Gina pouted. There was no way she could back down now without looking weak and, from the fiery look in her eyes, it was clear that was something that was most definitely not going to happen.
Slowly and with a wicked sort of grin on her face, Gina pulled the wad of cash out of her bra and pressed it to her lips kissing it.
"Fine!" She slurred. "You both want to see my tits?"
She looked sharply back and forth between her husband and me. I was still in a state of shock but more than happy to play along. If truth be told, I'd always wanted to see Gina's well developed breasts. We both nodded while Gina's smile broadened. It was obvious that the wine had loosened her up dramatically. I wondered fleetingly how far she – or Dave – would be prepared to take this.
Gina sat between us and gripped both sides of her ruined dress. Her hands pulled quickly, renting the material completely and exposing the front of her body. Apart from the bra, she wore nothing else but a pair of bikini panties.
"That's better!" Dave shouted. I laughed. We were all getting into the spirit of things now.
"Now, get that bra off and lets see your tits!" he continued.
I could feel a strong erection almost trying to burst through my jeans as Gina pulled the dress off completely and unhooked the bra. She smiled, almost sardonically, as she held the loosed cups to her heaving breasts for a second before whipping the garment off with a flourish. She waved her arms above her as if in triumph causing the large orbs of womanly flesh to wobble tantalizingly in front of our eyes.
With a deep groan, Dave pulled one of her breasts to his lips and began sucking greedily on the nipple. I had never been this close to such an intimate scene before and could feel my cock jerking wildly beneath my underwear. I pressed my hand to my crotch and kneaded the hard flesh through the denim sighing deeply as I felt myself throb.
"I hope you don't think that a tit-flash is enough to earn you all that cash?" Dave said with a grin as he let his wife's wet and erect nipple slip from between his lips. "We need a little more from you, I think!"
Dave's use of the word "we" inspired me. At least his intention was to include me as well. But what about Gina, I wondered? Would she go for that as well?
The sofa that we were sitting on converted into a pull down bed and Dave quickly pulled the lever so that the whole thing slid out. Gina giggled drunkenly as the movement tipped her off balance and rolled her over onto her side. Both she and Dave could now see the large bulge that was straining at my crotch.
"Time to give old Frank a bit of relief!" My friend said with a laugh. "Don't want him bursting in his pants, do we?"
I did little apart from lie back and enjoy! Gina's semi naked body sprawled over me and I felt the glorious sensations as my best friends wife slowly lowered my zipper and freed my aching cock. He fingers manipulated my inflamed flesh exquisitely and I gasped as she guided me gently into her mouth and wrapped her full, painted lips around my throbbing manhood.
