Another short 'loving wives' story, which I really enjoyed writing, and hope you enjoy reading.
This story is dedicated to 'The_Trouvere', who is a member of Literotica, and made a suggestion in the 'story ideas forum'. I'd never looked into this before, but his suggestion about a bachelor party story rather appealed to me, so I thought that I'd give it a go.
No heavy sex, but a bit of touching and fondling.
I don't suppose Harry will like it!
Read it carefully - You'll see why at the end.
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"Well who the hell was it then?"
The question seemed to rebound round the room, nobody wanting to be the first one to respond.
"Well," replied Kevin at last, nobody else prepared to take the lead. "If I understand the rumours correctly, then it appears that it was one of our wives."
He looked round to the other eight guys sat at the table at their local pub, all early thirties, and one by one they nodded their agreement.
"Well it wasn't my missus that's for sure," piped up Tom. "There's no way that she's got tits as big as that, so it couldn't have been her."
Several heads nodded in agreement, several voices adding to the general opinion that no, Tom's pretty wife Cloe, though extremely attractive in a slim model sort of way, just couldn't have been the woman in question. The girl definitely had bigger tits than Tom's wife.
"Couldn't have been Mary either," joined in Fred laughing. "Her boobs are a damn site bigger than that."
Nobody disputed that comment for sure, Mary's double D's being well known, well respected and much admired by the group in general.
"Well I don't think it was Julie," Alf edged in quietly, but found his heart form a lump when most of the others looked dubiously back at him.
"Why not Julie," demanded Fred, smiling at his pal, rather enjoying his discomfort. "As I remember it that stripper was about her size, and about her build."
"About the same size boobs as well Alf," added Kevin with a grin on his face. "I remember what they looked like when she went topless on holiday last year."
"What did they look like then Kevin," joked Tom, adding to poor Alf's embarrassment. "Were they sort of round and ....."
"Hey shut up you lot. That's my bleeding wife you're all talking about." Alf interrupted the discussion. "I know her and she wouldn't strip off naked in front of a room full of guys."
"She stripped off on the beach last year," Kevin reminded him. "Seemed to enjoy flashing them off in my opinion."
"It's not the same. It's just not the same thing. She just wouldn't do a strip like that, and she certainly wouldn't let you lot paw her breasts like that girl did."
Alf ground to halt, hoping that his pals would drop the subject of his pretty wife Julie. He'd never given it any thought on the night in question, but on reflection, the girl's tits had been a bit like his Julie's.
"Do you think any of us think that our wife would do that?" Broke in Mike, adding his bit for the first time. "Do you think I could imagine my Penny doing that?"
There was a period of silence while they all thought about it. The girl had been a blonde, but it was obviously a wig, and the mask that she had worn had seemed just like part of the act at the time.
"What colour were her pubic hairs?" Asked Tom, breaking the silence, forming the question that they were all working towards, half of them at least, frightened of what the answer might be.
"Buggered if I know," answered someone. "I was too pissed to notice a detail like that."
"Didn't think she took her panties off," Bill commented. "But they were so tiny that she couldn't have had much of a bush."
"Was she shaved then?" Fred asked the room in general.
Much shaking of heads followed, and a fair bit of sighing. The truth was that by the time the girl, the stripper, perhaps one of their wives had performed, then they had mostly been too drunk to take in too much detail.
"No she wasn't bald completely, but she had it trimmed right back," ventured Kevin, completely in his comfort zone, knowing full well that his own wife had a full bush down there.
"How the hell do you know that Kevin? If she never took her bloody knickers off."
"Had his hand down the front of knickers the dirty bastard," Fred informed the motley crew. "I saw him grab a handful when Todd was kissing her."
Kevin shrugged his shoulders, passing the comment that the girl hadn't seemed to mind too much at the time, neglecting to mention whether he would have done so if he'd known she was one of his pal's wives.
"Well all I can say is that her tits didn't feel anything like my Sandy's. They felt sort of firm and .... Well sort of not too big, but well .... Bloody nice, but not like my Sandy's."
The group as a single entity looked at Ted, taking in his words and recognising that what he had said was true. Sandy had a lovely pair on her, but they did tend to hang, whereas the boobs on the stripper had been very firm and pert, sticking out without the slightest hint of sag.
The girl had let them all have a quick feel, a couple of them even a bit more. They all, or most of them at least, reflected for a moment on whether those succulent breasts on that fantastic night just a week before, had indeed felt like their own wives felt.
There was another moment of reflection, while some in their midst pondered whether they wished this conversation to progress. Whether a few more revelations might lead them into some embarrassment, and perhaps problems with their marriage.
"Some bloody bachelor party that turned out to be then," remarked Kevin eventually. "Never imagined we'd be here discussing what we are though."
"What happened to the stripper that was booked then?" queried Alf.
"Fucked if I know," answered Ted. "All I know is that we had a call to say she'd broke down on the motorway, and wouldn't be able to make it."
"Then the blonde turned up," broke in Mike. "So who arranged her?"
They all looked at one another, one by one shaking their heads, nobody prepared to admit that they knew anything about the replacement stripper.
"Who said it was one of our women then," Asked Kevin. He always tended to take the lead a bit.
"Well you told me," retorted Alf.
"But I thought you told me that Mike told you," replied Kevin.
"Maybe I did," butted in Mike. "Was it you Ted that told me?"
"No I didn't," piped up Ted, feeling unfairly accused. "I didn't tell anyone. I first heard about it down the pub last night from Bill."
Again, yet again, they all stared at one another.
"Maybe it wasn't one of our women after all," suggested Tod nervously, joining the conversation for the first time, secretly worried that Carrie, his very, sexy blonde wife, might just be crazy enough to strip off in front of all his pals.
"So where did the stripper come from then," demanded Fred, bringing them all back to reality. "Because she certainly didn't come from the agency, that's for sure."
"Christ knows who it was," responded Tom thoughtfully. "Maybe we'll never know."
"Maybe better if we never know," commented Kevin sagely, and there was much nodding of heads, even though by then, some of them were far more concerned than the others.
"Another beer anyone?"
"Yes --- whose round is it?"
The subject of conversation changed back to football, though the level of interest was lower than normal. After all, even though Arsenal's chances at the weekend were of great importance, it was difficult to concentrate when wondering whose nearly naked wife you had been feeling up was in the forefront of your mind.
Even more so for several of them, was wondering whether their pals had been having a freebie with their wife.
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"Hi girls! Where are the others?"
"Not coming this week Penny," answered Carrie. "Cloe and Sandy are out of Town, and Sue ..... Well we all know what Sue will be up to don't we."
"Christ, Bill would murder her if he finds out she's meeting her boss out of hours."
"Meeting her boss out of hours?" queried Carrie. "That's a polite way of describing what they have been up to isn't it?"
They all agreed, considering Sue to be a fool for messing around with another man when she had such a great husband as Bill.
"If Bill had known she was out with her boss the night they were all at the bachelor party, then he might have had a go at that stripper they were all talking about." Stated Julie, maybe the one who viewed their friend's actions more harshly than the others.
"Speaking of that stripper," joined in Mary. "Have any of you heard the rumour going round that the stripper didn't turn up, and one of us took her place."
"What!" screamed out Julie. "One of us? ---- They must be bloody joking aren't they?"
"Well I heard the same thing from Kevin this morning," butted in Joan, remembering how much her husband had relished telling her about it. "Apparently they've all got this idea that one of us took the stripper's place when she broke down on the motorway."
"Well it wasn't me! I can assure you of that," came back Julie angrily. "I'd rather die than strip off in front of a gang of guys like that."
The others all looked at her, not that surprised at her outburst, as Julie had a reputation for being a bit of a prude.
"Well would any of you do it?" demanded Julie when she saw the others all grinning at her.
"Well ......"
They all turned their attention to Carrie in surprise, her single word having caught all their attention.
"Well what Carrie?" asked Mary, speaking for all of them.
"Well I've been thinking about it since Tod told me a couple of nights back," Carrie started. "To be honest, it makes me feel horny just thinking about it."
"So it was you Carrie?" Julie butted in.
"No it wasn't me. I didn't say it was me though I almost wish it had been. I just said it made me feel horny thinking about doing it."
Carrie looked around the others, aware that they were all waiting for her to continue.
"Can't you imagine it? Doesn't the thought of stripping off naked in front of your husband and a bunch of his pals get you hot?"
