It was an unusually busy night for me. There was baseball practice with our oldest son David, then home to make a quick dinner. I helped all three of the kids with their homework while making sure that they all got showers and had their clothes ready to go for school tomorrow morning. Although the school year was almost over it seemed like they were busier than ever.
Being this busy was a blessing though. It kept me distracted from everything else and made the night go by faster. Even though I was trying to get everything accomplished I still managed to look at a clock or my watch every 15 minutes or so and wondered how things were going.
Finally, at around 9:30 I got all the kids into bed, put a load of clothes into the washer, grabbed myself a beer, and sat down on the couch. I turned the TV on but wasn't paying any attention to it. I couldn't concentrate on anything except for wondering what my wife Becky was doing at that moment and playing over in mind how we had gotten to this point.
Becky has always been much more outgoing and flirtier than I am, which is a good thing because, as she likes to say, if she waited for me to make the first move, we never would have gotten together.
Her outgoing personality combined with her beautiful face with her long blonde hair, blue eyes, and sexy body is what attracted me to her in the first place. Once we started dating, I never wanted her to change anything about herself and I don't think she would have changed if I wanted her to. So even though we were dating she would continue to flirt with other guys, and they would continue to hit on her.
Maybe that should have bothered me, but it didn't. I took it more as a compliment because I had something that they all wanted. And even though she would flirt with other guys I never had any reason to doubt her feelings for me and to think that she would ever cheat on me. At the end of the day when everything was said and done, she would still come home with me.
Things continued to get better for us, and we grew closer and fell more deeply in love. Shortly after we graduated from college, we both got jobs in Columbus, so we packed up our things and moved to a new city. Since we were both just starting out, we decided to share the costs of living, and we moved in together and it wasn't long before we started planning our wedding.
Prior to our relationship both of us had a couple of sexual encounters but neither one of us was what you would consider experienced. So, at this point in our relationship, although we had sex often, usually about 5 times a week, we were still learning. The sex wasn't great, but we were both open to trying new things and we enjoyed it, so we were both willing and eager students.
Since we were new to the city, we didn't know anybody when we got there but we soon found ourselves a small circle of friends that we liked to hang out with and since Becky was the more outgoing person, most of these friends were her co-workers and their significant others with a couple of mine thrown in.
One day while at work my friend Chris asked me if it bothers me that so many of Becky's friends are guys. I replied that I had never really thought about it but thinking back it has always seemed to have been that way. She gets along with guys better than with other women.
He then asked me about how much she flirts with these guys. I just shrugged my shoulders and told him that no it didn't really bother me all that much. She has always been that way since before we met, and I just assume that she will always be that way. I fell in love with her the way she was, and I didn't want to try and change her.
The look that he gave me told me that he didn't really approve of her behavior but what he thought didn't matter. I liked Becky just as she was and I didn't care what other people thought about us.
This discussion did get me to start thinking though and I started to look at our friends and soon realized that Chris was right. In our circle of friends there were seven of Becky's coworkers and of those seven, five of them were guys. Sure, most of the people in our group were in some stage of a relationship whether they were married, dating, or engaged, but of those five male coworkers of Becky, three of them were single.
As we hung out over the next couple of weeks, I started to pay attention to Becky a little bit more, and in particular, how much she flirted with these guys, and once again I realized that Chris was right. She did flirt with these guys a lot. There wasn't any difference whether the guy had a girlfriend or was single, she would flirt the same with all of them but since she did it in front of me and treated all the guys the same, I felt that I didn't have anything to worry about.
The only thing that did start to bug me a little about this situation was that while we did hang out together a lot, there were also times when a group of people from her work would go out and grab a couple of drinks when they got off for the evening and Becky would join them on occasion. She would tell me she was going out, but it seemed like most of the guys who went out on those nights were the single guys.
The next few times that she went out for drinks with them I started to sit at home and wonder what they were doing. If they would all flirt together while I was there, would they take it up a notch when I wasn't? And on more than one occasion when they went out Becky would end up having a little bit too much to drink and either I would have to go pick her up or one of the guys would drop her off.
Now when Becky gets drunk, she gets even more turned on than normal. She gets very touchy, very aggressive, and very horny. So, on these nights I would really start to wonder what all would go on between them when they were at the bar.
But even though the thought entered my mind about Becky and the guys possibly doing more than just flirting, it never seemed to bother me. She still came home to me. It was more of a curiosity than anything else. It never made me jealous, just curious.
During this time Becky and I became close friends with Chris and his wife. They had just been married for a couple of years and didn't have any children yet.
We would spend a lot of time with them and one of our favorite activities in the summertime was to go camping on the weekend where we would share one big tent. There was more than one occasion that both of us couples would be having sex at the same time, and we could hear the other couple through the thin material dividing the tent into rooms.
Oftentimes on these camping trips, our discussions around the campfire would revolve around sex. I found out a lot of interesting things about Becky during these talks, especially about her past history before we met.
The one experience though that stands out the most with Chris and his wife that has an influence on today's situation didn't involve camping. It was wintertime and we decided to stay in one Saturday night. We rented a couple of movies, ordered a pizza, and picked up a couple of cases of beer.
By the time that the second movie was halfway over all the pizza was gone, we were well into the second case of beer, and we were all feeling pretty loose. To this day I can't remember who suggested it, but we got out some cards and decided to play strip poker.
Now we were all pretty wasted at this point and so the card playing was ugly. It didn't take long before we were all sitting on the floor in our underwear. Now Becky never expected this to happen, so she was just wearing a plain old white lacy bra with a pair of matching white panties. As for Chris's wife Stacy, she had on a black lacy push-up bra and a matching black thong. Let me tell you, I was impressed.
I'm still not sure if they had planned on something like this happening which was why she was dressed so sexy, or if she just always dressed like that. Either way, I wasn't complaining.
Now Becky has always had a great athletic body but unfortunately, she wasn't exactly blessed with large tits. Stacy on the other hand was a bit curvier than Becky but that was offset by a huge pair of DD tits and at this point, I couldn't wait for her to lose her next hand.
I was too distracted between the alcohol and thinking about Stacy's tits and I ended up losing the next hand. I had to stand up in the middle of the room and remove my underwear.
Now I'm probably a little bit bigger than average at about 6.5 inches and a nice thickness so I wasn't too ashamed to strip naked in front of Chris and Stacy. After a few good-natured jokes, we sat down to play the next hand.
This time I got what I wanted, and Stacy lost the hand. She leaned back, reached around her back, and undid her bra, tossing it over her head. Her tits were beautiful. They were huge and firm with large pink nipples. Becky even leaned over and whispered into my ear that she has really nice tits.
Becky's statement kind of shocked me since I never thought that she looked at other women, but the real shock would come in the next round. When the next round finished, Chris lost, and it was his turn to get naked. When he stood up and slid off his pants, he revealed the biggest penis that I have ever seen, besides when watching porn. It had to be at least 8 inches long and quite a bit thicker than mine, and that was in a semi-erect state. I can't imagine how big it would be when he was hard.
We finished the game shortly after that once everyone was naked and then we headed off to bed. Since we were all too drunk to drive, Chris and Stacy ended up spending the night in our spare bedroom.
As soon as Becky and I got into bed we started to make love, and it was some of the most intense sex that we had in a long time. I know that I was turned on by seeing Stacy naked and by the whole atmosphere of the evening and based on how wet and wild Becky was, I assume she was also quite turned on by the evening's events.
The funny thing though is as were making love I was thinking about Becky and Stacy and every once in a while, an image of Chris and his monster cock would pop into my head. I finally looked at Becky and said that I couldn't believe how big Chris was. "I've seen bigger," she said with a smirk on her face.
"Really? Who?"
"Mark was bigger than Chris. He was both longer and thicker."
Mark was a boyfriend that she had her first year in college. He was a couple of years older than her and although the relationship started out good, he became abusive and degrading and there are still some repercussions from the way he treated her in our relationship today.
