My name is Lynn and I've been married to Steve for almost a year. We were high school sweethearts and got married when we turned twenty-one. We thought about waiting longer but we were young and in love so we figured there was no reason to wait. We were both probably a little too immature but we're trying hard to make it work.
I was brought up in an old-fashioned, religious family and refused to move in with Steven until we were married. It might have helped us to live with one another as a couple before we exchanged vows but I just couldn't bring myself to go that far. Don't get me wrong, we still had a great sex life which was part of our mutual attraction to each other and I spent many a night at his apartment. However, I didn't want to upset my parents and get our small-town gossip tongues wagging by living in sin together.
There wasn't much Steve and I hadn't done together. I was an eager cocksucker and didn't mind giving Steve a long, slow, sloppy blow job after a hard day of work. He worked construction in all types of weather which was tough on him while I worked as a clerk in an air-conditioned office so it was my way of giving him a treat for working hard. We experimented by having sex in a variety of positions, some light bondage and spankings. Steve especially liked my collection of sexy lingerie and costumes that we used to role-play that I built over the course of a couple of years. His favorite was seeing me in stockings which highlighted my long, slender legs.
I never considered myself especially sexy and had body image issues like most women. My breasts are small B-cups. I always wanted bigger breasts like the popular girls in school but that wasn't meant to be. Thankfully, I was blessed with great legs and a tight ass.
Seeing Steve was working construction, it wasn't unusual for him to go out on Friday afternoon for a couple of beers with his friends Trevor and Andre. We knew them both from high school and they were best friends. Trevor is a year older than us and was the best man at our wedding. He also got Steve his job so we were forever thankful to him.
Trevor was a party animal, a womanizer, and the typical bad boy type but would also do anything for his friends. He was a big guy, well over six foot tall and at least 250 lbs. with a beard and hairy chest. He was loud, boisterous, and the life of any party. He was a notorious flirt around all women, me included. We had known each other for a long time and he even tried to date me before I was committed to Steve but I was probably one of the few women that rejected his advances. I knew he only wanted one thing and I wasn't going to be one of his conquests. Maybe that's why he paid so much attention to me because he couldn't have me.
Even though I never dated Trevor, he was bold enough to cop a quick feel of my ass or squeeze my breasts. I didn't get upset and Steve wasn't jealous because that's what Trevor was like. To be honest, I didn't mind him stealing a quick feel. It was a bit exciting and made me feel desirable to another man. I had to pretend I objected or he would have gone further. I have to admit, I may have taunted Trevor at times by intentionally bending over in front of him knowing full well he was going to grab my ass. Of course, I never acknowledged that fact and would slap his hand away but seeing I never vehemently objected to his actions, it gave him implicit approval to continue.
Andre was more laid back but still hung out with the guys. He was bi-racial and a really nice guy. He liked longer-term relationships as opposed to one-night stands like Trevor. Andre was always a gentleman around me. He was cute with an average build and from what I could tell from when he wore tight pants, he appeared to be well-hung.
Trevor was definitely the leader of the bunch and the one that could easily influence his friends to stay for one more drink that turned into several. While I appreciated everything he did for us, I didn't like the negative influence he had over Steve. There were times I wanted to be with my husband but he was spending a lot of time with his friends. I know that if Steve wanted to come home from the bar, Trevor would say he was pussy whipped or challenge his manhood.
It started to get out of hand when Steve started hanging out more with his friends to watch sports on TV than being at home with me. There always seemed to be an "important" game whether it was football, basketball, baseball, or hockey. I was starting to get annoyed with Steve for spending so much time with his friends but I didn't want to become a nagging wife either. It was becoming an increasing source of tension between my husband and me. I never liked hanging out in bars so I ended up spending too many nights alone in our apartment. He was also spending a lot of money in the bar that we could use to save for a house of our own.
I started mentioning to Steve that he was spending too much time with his friends and ignoring me. At first, he didn't pay it much mind but I began to speak up more frequently, especially when he'd have a hangover on a Saturday or Sunday morning which meant we weren't going to do much together on our days off. We finally had a huge fight and in the end, he agreed to invite the guys over to our house more often. I return, I agreed to play the part of a hostess and serve them beers and food. Neither one of us seemed entirely happy with that arrangement but we both gave in and reached a compromise.
When Steve informed me the guys were coming over late Saturday afternoon to watch a college football game, I got a little nervous. While I knew the guys, I wasn't one of the guys. I knew I interrupted their fun time with each other by forcing them to socialize at our house. I felt pressure to make sure everything was perfect for them. I made sure there was plenty of beer in the fridge, got a couple of pizzas I could heat up in the oven, and got chips, and peanuts. I even made some chocolate chip cookies for them. I wanted to make it so good for them that they would never want to hang out at the bar again.
I wanted to look good for the guys so I curled my hair and put on some makeup and a spritz of perfume after I took my shower. I put on my pink lace bra and matching thong. I was wondering how much time I had left to prepare for the afternoon's festivities and walked out to the living room to ask Steve.
As I approached the living room from the hallway, I called out, "Honey, what time are the guys going to get here?"
Just as I reached the living room, I stopped dead in my tracks. I was standing there facing Trevor, Andre, and Steve and they were staring at me with stunned looks on their faces that quickly turned to smiles.
"Uh dear, they got here five minutes ago."
Andre was speechless but Trevor commented, "Now that's how a woman should greet their guests."
All I could mutter was, "I'll be right back," and quickly retreated to our bedroom to get dressed.
I couldn't believe I just embarrassed myself like that. I wasn't sure I could go back out there. I took time to look at myself in the mirror and noticed that my dark nipples were showing through the lace of my bra. The dark hair of my landing strip pubic hair could be seen through my thong. I flashed them my ass when I turned around to leave the living room. Even though I was mortified that my husband's friends saw me in my underwear, I still got a warm tingly feeling in my clit along with some dampness in my pussy.
I put on one of my tank tops which showed some of what little cleavage I had along with a pair of tight jean shorts that hugged my ass and highlighted my long legs. I don't think I looked sexy but I wanted to look decent for our guests. When I had gathered my courage, I joined the fellas in the living room.
The first thing Trevor said was, "Aw, why did you change? I like the other outfit better."
I ignored him but began to blush. I saw they already had their drinks so I went into the kitchen to get one for myself. I surely needed it.
When I returned, I told the guys, "If you need anything, let me know. I told Steve I'd be your hostess for the afternoon so don't be shy about asking for what you want."
As soon as those words left my mouth, I knew Trevor would say something and he proved me right when he replied, "Yeah, you could go back to wearing what you had on when we first got here, right guys?"
I was surprised when Steve agreed with him and I shot him one of those looks that every man has gotten from his significant other, that look that says, "Shut the fuck up."
