Here I am, sitting in my childhood friend's hotel room, trying to figure out what had happened to my marriage and my best friend, Steve.
A little background...
Steve and I grew up together and have been good friends since elementary school. He was always a quiet guy, a bit bookish, has always been a pretty thin guy and never had much athletic ability. Steve didn't really date girls until college and I can count the amount of people he dated/slept with on one hand...he has a bad habit of falling into, and staying in, the friend zone.
I was the stereotypical High School QB at six feet-two inches tall, two hundred pounds and have never had a hard time getting female attention. Despite being very different, we were friends through high school, college and graduate school.
Jasmine, my wife, was a cheerleader, Prom Queen. Etc. in high school. She is of Mediterranean decent and stunning...olive skin, long dark hair, green eyes, five feet-two inches tall and one hundred-ten pounds, petite yet a nice hourglass figure with a narrow waist, round butt and perfect perky, handful-size tits. We dated seriously through HS but broke up when we went our separate ways to college. Steve and I met up with her three years ago when we all ended up in Dallas where Jasmine was working in business administration and Steve and I were finishing our respective Masters degrees. Jasmine and I re-connected and married a year ago.
Jasmine, Steve and I had gotten rooms at the same hotel, out of town, so we could attend the wedding of some mutual friends. Following the wedding, Steve had come back to our room for a drink before calling it a night. Jasmine had drank quite a bit and, once drunk, she could be pretty inappropriate. Jasmine was also a self-proclaimed size queen and, once she had been drinking, never failed to talk about my dick. I'm pretty well endowed at ten and a half inches long and pretty thick at the base but it tapers to the head and Jasmine claims it is the biggest cock she has ever had. I've always kind of felt she says that somewhat for my benefit but it's nice to hear and I doubt anyone else was too much bigger. As we finished our drinks, Jasmine and I were teasing Steve about striking out with the ladies at the wedding but she started to take it a bit too far, telling Steve it's too bad he didn't have a big cock like me. I could tell it was starting to get to Steve but Jasmine, being drunk, wasn't letting up.
"Jasmine, why don't you shut the fuck up! I've got more dick than you can handle," Steve said.
Steve had never spoken to her that way and it pissed me off but Jasmine was laughing hysterically and mocking Steve.
"Woah, man, that's uncalled for and you need to apologize," I said.
"Fuck you too, Jeff, I'm sick and tired of hearing about your cock! You don't have anything on me!"
I chuckled a bit and told Steve to relax and to please apologize but Jasmine didn't help matters.
"Yeah, Steve, listen to the big man in the room." Steve was fuming.
"Are you sure of that, Jasmine?" he responded.
"Hell yeah, my baby has cock for days," she stated.
"Fucking bet then," Steve said as he looked us both in the eyes. I looked at him, a bit shocked, but Jasmine was fired up at this point.
"What's the wager little man?" she snapped.
"You take your pretty little mouth and suck my dick if I'm bigger," Steve responded coolly and I laughed, dismissively.
"Whatever man..." but Steve cut me off.
"Don't back down now, pussy. If I win, she sucks my dick. If you win, I give you my season tickets for the Cowboys."
This was no small thing, both of us grew up as lifelong Cowboy fans. Steve had earned some money over the summer and, I felt, unwisely spent it on a pair of prime season tickets and VIP parking...Jasmine jumped on it.
"Fucking deal!"
