DISCLAIMER: No, this story is not real. Hell, it might not even sound realistic. The people are real (although the names have been changed), but that's about it. I'm not big on build-up or character development, so if that's what you're looking for, prepare to be disappointed. I hope you enjoy it, but if you don't I probably won't lose any sleep over it...
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I was working late on a Friday night, something I rarely did. My wife decided to maximize her time in my absence by arranging to see her friend, Lisa. Lisa and Rachel had worked together for a couple of years and, although Lisa was a few years younger, they both got along famously.
I may as well take this opportunity to describe both ladies. In her late twenties, Rachel is a tall brunette with nice curves and a toned stomach. Her breasts are 'd' cups, and she keeps her pussy well-trimmed. Lisa, in her early twenties, is a bit thicker than my wife. She has blonde hair and very sexy eyes, as well as a fairly large bust herself.
When I arrived home that night Rachel and Lisa were watching a movie in the family room, each of them with a glass of wine in their hand. I noticed an empty bottle on the coffee table, right next to another one that appeared to be about half-empty. Since the girls seemed to be enjoying themselves just fine without me, I sat down at the computer to write a few emails. The computer was located right behind one of the couches, so I was still able to listen in on their conversation as they ignored the movie.
What made my ears perk up was when they started talking about sex. Lisa was complaining that she wasn't getting any, having just ended a long-distance relationship where she hardly saw her boyfriend. Rachel, while trying to be sympathetic, had a hard time not bragging about the quality of our sex life. More than five years after getting married, we still had sex an average of three or four times a week, and it was always mind-blowing. It was clear from their conversation that they were definitely feeling the alcohol they had consumed, and they weren't holding anything back. This point was driven home when Lisa asked Rachel why our sex life was so satisfying.
"It's mostly because he just knows how to move to help me cum," my wife said. "And I guess it doesn't hurt that he's got a big dick!"
"Really?" Lisa asked. "How big is it?"
"Eight inches, right babe?" Rachel asked me, calling over her shoulder.
"No way," I said with a smirk. "It's only about two inches. I just get you so drunk first that you don't know the difference."
"Fuck off!" she said. "Get your ass over here!" I got up from the computer desk and walked over to the loveseat, sitting next to her. Immediately she started grabbing at my belt as Lisa watched, laughing.
"What are you doing?" I asked her.
"Showing Lisa how big your cock is!" she said. I didn't make any effort to resist as she undid my pants, then reached inside and pulled out my cock. Just the idea of Lisa asking about my cock had made me hard, so I was almost at full mast when my cock hit the open air.
"That's nice!" Lisa said, looking at my cock as Rachel started to stroke it.
"I know!" Rachel replied. "Now you know why I keep him around!"
