This is a fictional story, created entirely of fantasy and imagination. Everyone is an adult, and entirely consenting. There are elements which are not realistic.
Tara sat on a leather couch in her favorite coffee shop, surrounded by her friends. As she sipped her hot Americano, she thumbed through a magazine. Amanda sat next to her on the couch; Cindy and Monica sat in leather chairs on the other side of a small coffee table.
As she read, Tara bounced her long right leg over her left knee. She was reading an article titled, "You too can experience multiple orgasms!"
"What a load of horse shit."
Not knowing what Tara was reading, the others looked at her quizzically.
"This article is talking about multiple orgasms from fucking. Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit. No such thing. Billy is great with his tongue...it feels good...but really? Why should we fake this stuff?"
Her friends exchanged glances...OMG glances. Tara picked up on it, "What??"
There was a lengthy pause before Amanda spoke, "Oh honey...are you serious? You've not had an orgasm?" She was genuinely concerned for her friend.
Tara flushed, embarrassed. Are they for real? Or are they just so dedicated to the farce that they won't admit it?
The girls had been friends for a long time, since High School when Tara and Billy had begun dating.
Monica put her hand on Tara's knee and looked into her eyes, "Sweetheart, lets all go back to my place so we can talk more privately. It seems we have a lot to talk about. We can't let this stand..."
Later that night, Tara sat next to Billy on their couch. She was nervous and just a bit tipsy after several hours of girl talk fueled by wine. She sat sideways facing him, lightly touching his arm. "Honey...we need to talk about something." Her words caught in her throat, and a tear rolled down her cheek.
Billy, concerned about Tara's emotional state, clicked off the TV and turned to face her, "Whats up, babe? Are you okay?"
"I don't know...I learned something today, maybe. The girls were talking, and...oh, honey, I don't want to hurt you..."
He touched her gently on the cheek, "Babe, we've always been able to talk about stuff. And you know I Iove you. Whatever it is, we'll be okay."
"I was reading an article about sex...one thing led to another and...well...they say I should be having orgasms..."
The color drained from Billy's face...he looked as if he had been punched in the gut. He spoke softly. "You...you...haven't been? Honey, we've been married five YEARS...". Now he looked as if he might cry.
"Well...no, I don't think so. I mean, it always feels really good...and I just figured thats all there was. But what the girls described sounds so much more..."
Billy wanted to hit something. How could he have been so damned stupid?? How could he have not known he was leaving Tara cold? Was he even a real man if he couldn't take care of his wife? Tears of frustration welled up, "I am SO sorry! It IS supposed to be a lot more than that! Fuck!"
"I am sorry...I shouldn't have said anything!"
"Of course you should have...only a long time ago...I should have known..."
Tara suddenly felt very sober. They talked...they cried together and held each other. Billy grieved for letting her down, Tara was down trodden for upsetting him.
"Billy...I have to tell you what happened so you'll know. We were all kinda drunk and the girls came up with something...they decided they were going to invite us to play strip poker this weekend. Monica is into swinging or something, and they said they were going to stage an 'intervention' to show me what I was missing...and to shame you...they don't understand our relationship or that you would never do this on purpose. They're pretty pissed."
"Holy shit."
"I told them no way, of course. Even drunk I couldn't think of doing that to you. I love you."
"I love you too, babe. I'm so sorry."
"Shhhh..." She cuddled into him on the couch and they drifted off together. After a couple of hours they awoke and moved to their bedroom. As they snuggled under the covers, Billy surprised her.
"We should do it."
"Do what?"
"Let them stage their intervention. Play along with whatever they have planned...you and I will know how we feel."
"But honey, I could never cheat on you!"
"If you and I are working together on it, it isn't cheating. You need to know what you are missing. And I need to learn how to take care of you. Maybe we'll both learn something. I'm not saying it will be easy for me...but maybe we can grow from it...I love you and can't stand the thought that I've failed you."
Tara flushed..."Holy crap...are you sure? I don't know...I can't hurt you."
"I'm scared too. Just promise I won't lose you."
"Oh, honey...never."
The next morning Monica called Tara in an attempt to talk her into the get together Saturday night. She went into all the reasons Tara should trust her to help, going on at length, not knowing she was on speaker. Not knowing the loving couple were conspiring together as she plotted. In the end, with a nod of confirmation from Billy, Tara said yes.
They did not know the details of what Monica and the others had planned, but they agreed to play along. Tara giggled nervously, "You know...Monica is a bit of a...umm...dominant and she talks about some kinky stuff...what if she does some stuff to you?"
To the surprise of both of them, Billy grew quickly erect. He turned red in embarassment. Tara laughed, "Well I guess that is my answer!"
Sheepishly, Billy said, "I'm willing to take a chance so we can do this...maybe we should have a safe word to use with each other if we need to bail?"
They agreed on the name Tallahassee...reasoning it was unlikey to come up in random conversation.
Saturday afternoon they showered together and helped each other prepare, shaving each other's nether regions and picking out what they would wear. at 7 PM sharp, they were on Monica's front porch.
When Monica answered the door she seemed genuinely pleased to see Billy with Tara, "Hey, ya'll! I'm so happy you could both make it...it is going to be sooo much fun tonight! Maybe a bit educational too" she winked at Billy. She ushered the couple in and gave them both a drink. She made sure Billy's drink in particular was strong...all the more to loosen him up.
Monica seemed very accomodating as she led them to the living room where the other guests already sat. In truth Billy had always been attracted to Monica's vibrant personality and her robust, mocha tinted body. At the same time he was a little afraid of her...she was a very forceful woman. She made the introductions...her husband James, Amanda and her husband Seth, Cindy and her husband Robert...and David. "David is an old college friend who dropped in today, so I just HAD to invite him."
Monica, perhaps feigning to be a bit coquettish, continued, "Of course, this causes a small problem...we need to have an even number for our...umm...games...to work. So you boys are gonna have to draw straws to see who is the 'odd man out'".
She smiled, "Is everyone okay with that? The odd man out will not play, but kinda serve the others...drinks and stuff. All in good fun."
Billy could sense something was up, but none of the males felt they could refuse. So he assented.
Monica smiled with a mischievous grin, "Okay, I need all you guys to stand in a circle in the middle of the room. That's good. Now I need all of you to turn and face away from each other."
All of the men did as they were told, wondering if Monica had the straws they were to draw.
"Now...each of you drop your drawers. Do your best to get yourselves as hard as you can, boys!" She held up a 12 inch ruler..."We're gonna measure each of you...the boy with the 'shortest straw' is the odd man out." She couldn't help but laugh.
Billy smiled too. He knew he was above average...at least 7-1/2 inches long...the chances his cock would be the smallest was very slim. He was excited anyway, but still masturbated, wanting to make sure he "measured up."