Chapter 4: Practical Benefits
Eight months after Maddy's house party, we were all in attendance at Daniella's union to Rob.
Melissa, my highschool sweetheart, had gone to school in Denver and secured a job designing websites. Since she could do this from anywhere, she decided to return home. We found we were still really into each other. She was plumper now, but being 5'9" distributed the weight as complementary as possible. It wasn't as though she was a total slob, but countless hours devoted to sitting and staring at a screen didn't burn many calories.
A year after her return, I proposed. We married the following Autumn with many friends and family in attendance, including Maddy, Rob, Danni, Izzy Z, Mama J, Rosa, and other coworkers past and present I had adventures with over the years. By the time of the ceremony, I'd already gotten Melissa to drop 25 pounds. She was looking more stunning all the time.
The best reward system for her was the prolonged fucking I would give her with each successful workout. She was an insatiably horny girl and willing to try new things as long as we worked up to them. At first she refused anal play, but I'd worked her up to a point where she'd cum hard when I'd plug her ass with a finger and synchronize it with my pounding cock. Needless to say, we never put our clothes on for our honeymoon.
A month before our first anniversary and days before my birthday, Danni invited us over for Monday Night Football. I have to say, it was a little surprising to be invited over for football. I knew she wasn't sporty, but she did like intimate social events and rooted for local teams. Football must have been Robbie's idea.
Since earning my degree and leaving the store, Danni and I hadn't seen much of each other. She missed working with me. She missed teasing me about jerking off whenever I mentioned bathrooms or needing any sort of break. I liked to think she missed certain parts of me, but maybe I'm being a little egocentric.
Upon arrival, our arms full of bread, salad and booze, Daniella nearly burst out the door and smothered Melissa and I in hugs. She attached herself to my arm and gave me a smooch on each cheek, which made Mel chuckle. Her perfume flooded my brain with nostalgia. Mel knew Danni and I had grown close over the years and she was becoming like a sister to her. They'd been out shopping and on lunch dates before, just like Rob and I hit the bar, grabbed coffee or helped each other with big chores on occasion.
After unloading our stuff in the kitchen, Danni went out back to announce our arrival.
My new bride pressed her DD breasts into the arm she clung to and whispered, "Does she look a bit chilly?"
A confused look crept up my face.
"Hun, she's not wearing a bra," her hot breath carried the words to my ears.
To some this would be a test a faithfulness, but Mel once admitted to me she was attracted to women and longed for their soft touch, yet loved the roughness of being fucked by a man. We made something of a game catching each other checking out women and lamented if we were left out of the other's sexy find. Of course, she had the advantage because women assume a guy is perving on them, but won't rush to cover up around another woman.
"Really?" I didn't think Rob would be ok with another dude staring at his wife's tits. "I'm sure she just wants to be comfy in her own house," I dismissed it away.
Drinks in hand, we made our way to the back yard where Rob was manning the grill. Every time I saw him I thought, 'Man, this guy is ripped.' He's no bodybuilder, but being 6'3" and a defined 230 pounds he had nearly 50 pounds on me and only three more inches to pack it on. I couldn't blame him for always going sleeveless. It really made the tats on both deltoids pop like high definition. There was a shaded star along one and the dates of his younger brother's tragically shortened life on the other.
"Hey, Robbie!" I mustered the best Boston accent I could messing around.
"Yo, Tony!" He shot back as we embraced and I felt my spine crackle along its roots. I passed along the poptop I'd snagged for him on the way out to the backyard patio grill. My wife nearly dropped her Blue Hawaiian as he swooped over and hugged her and rubbed her back.
"Looking fine as ever, Mel," he sweet talked my blushing wife.
Pregame jargon blasted as the TV returned from a commercial break. The TV was angled to display through an open window facing the patio, so we could watch as we socialized.
Rob and I did just that, debating tonight's matchup and which defense is going to shut down the other's offense or if it's going to be a shootout between a veteran quarterback and an up-and-coming 2nd-year QB.
Daniella came out with a glass of wine and immediately drew my eyes to her chest as the black, spaghetti-strap clung tightly around her nipples. Mel was right, she certainly wasn't wearing a bra. Her toothy smile captivated me as she padded barefoot out to the patio and stole my wife away to talk interior decorating. Her midriff flashed above khaki shorts, contrasting her olive complexion and making her smooth legs shine. Her assets were proudly on display.
Melissa and I agreed Daniella's exotic looks could pass as one of many ethnicities. She had a prominent, but attractive nose that combined with her unfading tan complexion and dark hair to make us think she could be a Bollywood star. We'd seen movies starring Italian women that could be her sister. We knew she was Hispanic (especially when she spoke Spanish). Regardless, she fit the stereotype of a modern working housewife, if that makes sense.
After a lengthy discussion about sports and brewing hops, the topic led to coworkers and gorgeous ones we'd worked with. That's when Rob brought up that he knew Danni and I had messed around in the past. I was stunned and felt I should apologize, but before I could he shook my hand in his signature, palm-shattering way. He told me it was cool because it was in the past and he knew all about Danni's slutty (by her own admission) history and he wasn't expecting to marry a virgin. He knew she was loyal to him in the end and wanted her to be as happy as she made him.
Rob wanted to show me their beer and wine collection in the basement. He moved the food to a warmer while I grabbed our third or fourth round (I'd lost track at this point) and followed. I took note how large and inviting all of their furniture was. We only made it as far as the kitchen, when we overheard the girls talking around the corner down a hallway. We stopped dead in our tracks to look at each other in disbelief when we heard Danni's voice saying, "... know how to use his cock... and he does!" The pair began giggling.
My stomach dropped because I hadn't been completely open with Melissa about the adventures Danni and I had gotten up to. I worried Mel would hear secondhand and put me in the doghouse, if not worse. I had summed it up as a close friendship, nothing romantic, but that we'd grown close and seen each other naked. I think that was a good representation of the truth because we never had vaginal penetration. We hadn't talked too much about past partners anyway. When we did, the focus was Mel being with other women because she knew how much it turned me on.
Maybe I was jumping to conclusions and it was simply girl talk. But Melissa furthered the sharing session with, "Tony has a great, um, thing, and he does know how to use it." I always thought it was so cute how she knew how to be dirty in the bedroom, but was shy talking sex outside of it.
It was relieving to hear those words since it meant Danni obviously wasn't talking about our adventures, but it was my turn to blush. Rob grabbed my shoulder and turned me around to offer a silent high five. I signaled that we should walk away before getting caught and avoid any embarrassment, but as we silently debated, the rubber of my shoe squeaked on the hardwood floor and Rob bumped the table behind him.
"Come on in, guys," Danni said as though repremanding a pair of naughty children.
Rob made the first move, full of confidence. I followed several paces behind. "Babe, we heard you guys talking about getting the D." He looked at me and flashed a grin.
I couldn't believe he blurted it out like that. I was ready to play it off like we'd just walked up.
Mel's blush returned as Danni defended their adult conversation. "That's right, hun, we were talking about how good our guys satisfy us. I was just telling, Melissa, here, how good your schlong is. It's just girl talk, but since you want to come spying on us, no reason we can't just lay it all out right here."
"I'd hardly call it spying when you're standing in the middle of the house talking about our dicks."
"Ok, good point." She laughed and came over to hug her man and pull him down for a smooch.
I shuffled over to my wife and gave her a deep kiss. We weren't normally much for public displays of affection, but the moment seemed right. We dangled on our spouses as we faced each other. The girls were on their second mason jar margaritas.
To break the silence I asked, "When you said lay it all out, you meant the girl talk not his
schlong
, right?"
Everyone laughed.
