My wife made a friend about six months ago. I don't recall exactly when or the circumstances. She was doing taekwondo and I think the lady was just starting out. Needless to say, my wife is quite outgoing and makes friends rather easily. The lady's name was Ann.
I had met Ann a couple of times and found out that she lived in an apartment at the end of our street. Our street is quite a long one, so Ann was still about half a mile away. I even bumped into her at the park nearby and just made a bit of small talk. She was nice. She was tallish (just short of 6'), blondish / auburn hair, glasses and quite thin (say 110 pounds at a guess).
My wife would talk about her constantly and I knew that she was smitten by this new friend. The details I got was that she was a couple of years younger than us and was in the process of a divorce that had been dragging on for years. She wanted to finalise it so that she could get a house somewhere. Unfortunately, this would probably mean moving out of the area as she wasn't expecting to get enough out of the settlement to afford to keep living in the same area.
My wife suggested that we have her around for drinks one night. I don't think she was really asking me as I think it had already been booked in for the following Saturday night. I was happy nonetheless. We were rarely have people around for dinner or drinks.
The night come round and Ann arrived. She came up through the back and I caught her just before she knocked on the door. My wife was still in the bedroom, getting dressed or some such. I didn't want to have to greet her by myself, but there you go. Ann had some lipstick on and was looking quite nice. I didn't go for the cheek kiss or hug and she didn't initiate anything either. I simply accepted the bottle of red that she had brought with her and welcomed her in.
My wife came down and they greeted each other with some exuberance, which was a bit surprising given the short time they had known each other. I readied some drinks and checked with Ann what she wanted. Both girls had white wine. I had red. We had some cheese and crackers ready to go, which would end up being dinner for me.
The girls relaxed on either end of the couch and I pulled up a chair from the dining room so I could sit opposite them. My wife was unusually animated and giggly from the start and it felt like she had already started drinking beforehand (although I knew she hadn't).
For some reason the talk went to my work, which was a bit strange. I realised the girls probably wouldn't talk about the divorce with me around but I would have thought there was something else they could have chatted about.
My wife was talking about my office politics involving my boss and a colleague and referred to the two as "swinging their dicks around". I hadn't heard her use that language before in polite, casual conversation. Then she said something about the two guys having a "dick measuring contest". I looked at Ann who didn't seem too embarrassed with the phraseology and was happy to run with it.
"Tell her what you bought yesterday", my wife suddenly said to me. This took me by surprise as what I had bought yesterday was white coloured cock ring. My wife and I used it last night in our love-making and... it was good. It made by dick super hard and I think we both appreciated it. I looked carefully at my wife to try to gauge what else she could mean. It was pretty clear that's what she was referring to after her comments on 'measuring big swinging dicks'.
Still, I proceeded with caution: "Something for the bedroom...", I replied, still trying to connect telepathically with my wife to confirm what she was talking about. Ann smiled and my wife didn't say anything so I felt like I needed to be more specific as 'something for the bedroom' could mean something even more risquΓ©. "I bought a cock ring", I said, this time directly my words to Ann. Her smile broadened.
"Why don't you show her", my wife suggested. I should point out we had all had a few drinks by then but... wow. She was really escalating things. "Are you wearing it?" she asked. When I told her I wasn't she told me flatly to go put it on and come out and show us. At this point it felt like an instruction rather than a suggestion.
I dutifully went off to the bedroom to put it on. I took off my jeans and swapped over my briefs for boxers. My hands were shaking a touch as I put it on and immediately felt the tightness and it working to slowing enlarge and lengthen of my penis.
I came back out in only my boxers and clarified with the room if everyone was sure this is what they wanted to see. Nods all around. I reached into my boxers and tried to show the base of my cock with ring duly in place. I had recently trimmed so there was little hair to get in the way of the ring. I swivelled side to side to give both girls a look but it wasn't the best showing. "Just pull your cock out!", my wife half yelled. Well, we've gone this far I thought and without checking with Ann, pulled it out.
By now it was sitting out nicely. I'm usually around 7 inches fully erect and this was pretty close, albeit pointing outwards rather than upwards. I pulled back the fabric of my boxer shorts to highlight the ring and both women cooed appreciatively. I think quietly that my wife wanted to show me off. It was out for all of about 30 seconds and I then I put it away again. I went back to the bedroom and put my jeans back on, lest my cock keep popping out of my boxer shorts for the rest of the night.
The rest of the night was uneventful. Ann went home at about midnight and I offered to walk her home. She had actually ridden her bike to our place, which I wasn't aware of. She was a bit wobbly as she took off riding on the side walk and my wife and I laughed quietly to ourselves as she left. She texted my wife about 10 minutes later saying she was home safely.
I asked my wife about the cock ring and showing Ann my cock. "Well, she knows how big your dick is," my wife said. This was hardly an explanation.
"What do you mean?", I asked.
"Well, girls talk", she replied.
It turned out that my wife and her close girlfriends have all discussed at some point the size their husbands' or partners' dicks.
"What about your mother and your sister?" I asked?
"Well, mom asked at around the time of our wedding, so I told her... and I just happened to mention it to my sister at some point".
I recalled back to the time that my wife had actually measured up my member with a tape measure she 'just happened to have' lying around the bedroom very early on when we were dating. Presumably this gave her the information she needed to gossip to others. I wasn't too fussed and put it out of my mind.
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A few weeks later an idea formed in my mind and I was keen to share it with my wife. "What do you think about involving Ann in our love-making?", I asked. Their relationship had gone strength to strength and I knew my wife had had at least one previous lesbian encounter she had shared with me, so I thought why not try it on.