"Brian O'Driscoll is the greatest player to ever walk onto the pitch, and I'll die defending that," Porter said, getting overly dramatic. My three mates and I were a few bevs in, despite it being only mid-afternoon. But this was common when we got together like this.
"Porter, for the last time. No one here is going to argue rugby with you. None of us can even name another player," Todd said, slapping the table. The four of us were lined around the breakfast table, looking out to the pool. Normally, we would be outside by the pool, but today, we were content watching the water from the windows. It was a hot June Saturday. All the windows were closed except a single one in the corner of the room.
"You spent one week in Ireland two years ago, and you've been obsessed with that sport ever since. That's fine and all, but you aren't going to convince the rest of us to start watching it," Landon said, annoyed the topic of rugby had come up again in conversation. Porter got the message and let that topic die down. We sat in silence for a bit, nursing our latest pint.
My wife, Madilyn, came into view in the backyard outside the window where we were all sitting. She was wearing a purple halter bikini top and matching high-waist bottoms. Far from a scandalous swimsuit, the ample curves of her body made it a pleasant view for anyone. She was clearing leaves out of the pool in preparation for doing her daily laps. Continuously walking around the pool's perimeter, trying to grab every errant leaf, she gave the boys and me a full 360-degree view of her bikini-clad body.
The boys adjusted in their seats uncomfortably. You could tell they wanted to watch my wife as much as possible but didn't want to be caught staring. They scanned their gaze across the whole backyard with a noticeable pause when facing Madilyn. They also continued to remain silent. The distraction was wholly occupying their minds, along with likely more provocative thoughts related to my wife. I couldn't help but smile. I've long known my three friends are greatly attracted to my wife, although they never speak of it around me. Sure, they may say she's beautiful, and I'm a lucky man. But in private, when I'm not in earshot, or so they think, they speak about her using much more colorful language.
"The way her tits bounce when she walks is incredible."
"Did you see how that dress she wore hugged her plump ass so perfectly? Gods, if I could get my hands on it..."
"Those lips of hers were made to wrap around a cock. Maybe even mine. If only for a single day."
These were all things I heard them say to each other about my wife after pretending to leave the room. Hearing these comments over several years has taught me that I enjoy my wife being admired. Even lusted after. Getting angry at my friends for speaking about her this way has never entered my mind. But I also haven't gotten myself to admit to them I know how they feel about her.
I've shared this information with Madilyn. I was nervous about doing so at first, but I rather her hear this from me than she overhear them sometime. She was dismissive of it. "Guys, talk about all women like that. It's sweet they think I'm good-looking, but they say that about every halfway decent girl they see walking down the street. I'm not special." I tried to explain that I had never heard them talk about another woman like they did with her, but she wouldn't hear it.
While Todd, Landon, and Porter may be trying to stealthy sneak peeks at my wife, I was much more brazen and stared her down thoroughly. How could I get mad at my friends for being honest about how hot she is. Through the cloud of dirty images flowing in my head, a responsible one popped in. I was supposed to add chlorine tablets to the pool's pump this morning.
"Excuse me, boys, I need to do a quick chore. I'll be a few minutes so feel free to grab another drink out of the fridge if you need it." I made my way to the pool pump, which was outside, just out of view of my group of friends. Although I was still in view of Madilyn.
I opened up the chlorine tablet canister but heard Landon comment. "That bikini looks incredible on her. I couldn't design a hotter woman than her." I heard him rather clearly, and I was sure Madilyn could, too. The guys didn't realize that the window in the corner of the room was slightly open. Open enough that the wife and I could hear them.
Madilyn, who was facing towards me at the time, lifted her gaze and we made eye contact for a second. Without saying anything, that gaze communicated so much to each other. I had been proven right. Despite my wife's humbleness, she was viewed with extreme lust by my friends. She wasn't just any woman that the guys thought was hot. She was the woman.
Outside of that brief look, Madilyn didn't react otherwise to the comment and continued with the pool cleaning. The comments didn't end with Landon's single one, either. "I feel like I'm going to mess up my pants just watching her right now. I don't understand how Gary would be able to last more than a second being with a woman like that," Todd added.
"I would pay a pretty penny to get with her. She is hotness incarnate," Porter said, confirming how all three of them felt to Madilyn. She continued with her chore, but I could see the ever-slight smile on her face. She loved the attention.
I finished loading the tablet, but I waited for another minute. The three of them continued to express their lust and what they would do to my wife if she were to allow it. I finally decided I needed to go back in. I entered the house and loudly announced my return to prevent them from accidentally saying anything while I was knowingly around. "Sorry about that, guys. The damn canister top was stuck. Can I get you guys anything from the kitchen?"
Madilyn finished cleaning out the pool and started swimming her laps, putting her body out of view of the guys. With the distraction gone, the conversation returned to our usual, non-sexually charged topics. Things stayed like that with a brief interruption when my wife got out of the pool, now thoroughly wet. It was short-lived, as she put a towel on and went into the door leading to our bedroom. The guys steadily made excuses for why they needed to head out. No more chances to watch my wife, they figured. With that, our small weekend get-together was completed.
That night, Madilyn and I were alone in the bedroom doing our regular night-time routine. I was dying to discuss what had happened with my friends. But I was smart enough to know that coming out and saying something like, 'See, I told you all my friends wanted to fuck you,' wouldn't go over well. I knew my wife well enough that I was sure the topic was occupying her mind as well. If I didn't want her to clam up and refuse to discuss it, I needed to raise it subtly.
"Todd, Landon, and Porter liked your swimsuit. You do look good in it," I said, breaking the silence. Madilyn didn't respond right away, and I worried even that comment may have been too much.
"Do you think you will have them over again next weekend," she said while facing away from me. That was not how I expected her to respond. I figured she would make a small comment acknowledging that my friends did like her and then quickly change the topic. This was something else.
"We hadn't discussed it, but yeah, I think I will invite them over." Again, she waited a bit to say anything back. Was that not the right thing to say? Had hearing those comments make her question my choice of friends?
"You don't have to keep them holed up in the house while I swim my laps. I don't mind them hanging out on the pool deck. They're your friends. I should learn to be friends with them too," she said, still not looking at me while she talked.
"I'll... do that," I responded. With that, she changed the topic to new linens for the bed, and we didn't discuss it again that night. But in just a few sentences, Madilyn had spoken volumes. Not only did she not mind the attention my friends gave her, but she indicated she welcomed it.
The next day, I confirmed with Todd, Landon, and Porter that we should all get together again on Saturday afternoon. The weather looked good, so all three agreed. I gave them no other indications that they would be getting a closer view of my bikini-clad wife. Wednesday night, I made a brief comment to Madilyn that the guys would be coming over again. She responded by saying, "I'm glad to hear it. You have so much fun with them."
A few minutes later, she brought me something. "I got a new swimsuit. I was thinking about wearing it Saturday, but I wanted to get your opinion on it. If you don't like it, I could just return it and wear my usual one. What do you think?" I held up the top, and it was very apparent it would show off more cleavage than her current bikini. Far from pornographic, it would be something you would see some young women wear at public pools and beaches. But it would clearly put more of her cleavage on display. The bottoms were equally daring, especially the backside. Not a thong, however the bottoms would show off more of my wife's round butt cheeks.
If it wasn't clear, Madilyn wasn't asking if I liked the bikini or not. She was asking me, indirectly, if I was okay with her showing off more of her body to my three friends. I didn't understand why, but I was more than okay with it. I liked the idea of giving my friends a treat like this, but more so, I really loved proving to my wife how hot she was. "I think it's great. You should totally go for it. I'm really looking forward to seeing you in this." She gave me a smile and we both were now looking forward to the upcoming weekend.
Saturday arrived, and it was another hot one. I put up umbrellas and made sure we had plenty of ice and cold drinks. I expected my friends were going to get very hot today. "What time are your friends coming over," she asked me as I grabbed a cooler from the garage.
"One o'clock. Just after lunch."
"I was going to do my laps around one-thirty. Unless you think I will disturb you guys." Funny how it worked out that she would be getting into the pool just after the three guys arrived.
"We are just going to be talking about meaningless guy stuff. You won't be disturbing anything." We both knew that her appearance would disrupt everything. While we are out there with her, I don't think another thought besides her will appear in their heads. I could tell, though, that she was still nervous about all of this. Otherwise, she wouldn't have given me another opportunity to ask her not to join us. I felt a lot of things currently, but doubt wasn't one.
On schedule, Todd, Landon, and Porter arrived. They were surprised that I was having us hang out by the pool. "Pretty hot today, isn't it? Do we really want to be outside and not inside," Porter asked.
