Hi... thanks for reading. My name's Steve, I'm thirty-five, and the events that I narrate below occurred a few years back at the dinner party that I hosted to celebrate my wife's thirty-third birthday.
Sam, my wife, is a tall, graceful and very sexy blonde that even now, after almost ten years of marriage, still has me totally captivated. Her infectious smile, bright blue eyes and slim, alluring body, sculpted by years of long distance running, draws admiring glances from everyone she meets. With her innate sense of style, she could easily have built a successful career as a fashion model. Yet Sam is also blessed with a sharp, enquiring mind, as well as model-like looks, and has instead opted to pursue a career in business. While she graduated 'summa cum laude' from UT's renowned school of Petroleum Engineering she quickly eschewed the world of engineering and is now on the executive fast-track with a well known international bank in NYC.
It's never been wholly clear just what she sees in me, as I'm pretty much just your normal run of the mill Texan that played football in high school, loves to hunt and fish and grudgingly studied business at college while having as much fun as possible. Sure, I'm six two, blonde and at one eighty-five pounds still have much the same well-muscled body that I did back in my college days but while I do OK as a Business Manager for Verizon I know that I have neither the intelligence or the poise necessary to take me where Sam's career is headed. I'm at peace with that though, as, for some inexplicable reason, Sam still loves me today as much as she did on the day we married. I remind myself daily just how blessed I am to have her as my wife.
Joining us at the party were two other couples: our friends Alan and Melissa and David and Imani. Alan and I were freshman roommates at college and became the best of friends through a series of shared adventures in which women and alcohol featured prominently! It was only in our Junior year when I met Sam, and Alan started dating Melissa, who was one of her sorority sisters, that the two of us began to settle down to our studies and our future lives as adults. Nevertheless, it is always likely to be a bit of raucous evening whenever Alan and I are together.
Like me, Alan married up when he snagged Melissa. She's a pretty cool and attractive woman; her long, flowing black hair, gorgeous green eyes and soft, pouty lips make her a real Nina Dobrev lookalike. Though only five feet five tall, her figure has a perfect hourglass shape and her 36B breasts perfectly fit her compact frame. In short, she is a woman that any man would die for and, had I not met Sam at the same time as Melissa, she would definitely have been at the top of my target list of women to date. Truth be told, she is still there, and, in my fantasies, I regularly enjoy having her naked in my bed while I pound her to an explosive orgasm.
Imani is originally from Mozambique and, like most East African women, has dusky, caramel coloring which, combined with her big brown eyes, delicate bone structure, and statuesque presence, makes her a truly stunning woman. She and Sam met five years ago at a local running club while training for a marathon and have become almost inseparable since. Despite their different cultural upbringings they seem to share very similar traits; both are calm, quiet and almost serene in the way that they go about life. Her nature, along with her stunning beauty, makes me somewhat envious of David and I often wonder just how she is in the bedroom. Is she calm and serene as in other areas of her life? Or does she shed that persona and become a much more aggressive and demanding personality? David is quite a shy character and while he often remarks on how lucky he is, he never mentions their sex life; a fact I find disappointing as I'd really like to know just what it's like to have my cock between Imani's beautiful, thick lips.
The year that these events took place, I had gone all out in celebrating Sam's birthday since, as well as turning thirty-three, she had also just earned a significant promotion at the bank. So I had planned and cooked a sumptuous birthday dinner, the centerpiece being a delicious Beef Wellington which we enjoyed with roasted potatoes, brussel sprouts cooked in bacon and Riesling and some glazed carrots. To go with the food I opened more than a few bottles of Sam's favorite cabernet. So, needless to say, by the time dessert arrived, all of us were more than a little relaxed and enjoying life. The conversation around the table was lively and the alcohol consumed certainly seemed to have worked in lowering everyone's inhibitions.
When I set the cheesecake onto the table the girls were deep in conversation.
"Honestly, it's the truth," Sam exclaimed in a loud voice. "Her defense was that it was all an accident and she couldn't tell that it wasn't her husband!"
Sam had captured my attention and my ears focused on the ongoing conversation.
Melissa laughed. "Really! I'm surprised the judge denied her motion. Alan and I have been married nine years and I'm pretty certain I couldn't tell if it was his or someone else's."
I was a little lost. "Wait...what are you guys talking about?" I asked a note of confusion in my voice.
"I read an article in Buzzfeed the other day," Sam responded, a sexy grin lighting up her face.
"It concerned a multi-million divorce case here in New York. A woman is contesting the settlement that her husband won. He's divorcing her because he found her sleeping with his brother. She's claiming that the brother was drunk and accidentally came into her bedroom rather than the one that he and his wife were sharing. An hour later she woke up when he started to become amorous. Apparently, she only realized that it was the brother that was fucking her when her husband came in and found the two of them in bed. She claims that it was dark and that there is no way she could reasonably be expected to know that it wasn't her husband fucking her since one cock is much the same as another.
She looked at me a little sheepishly.
"I was telling Mel and Imani that I could definitely identify you by your...ummmm appendage! They disagree, which I find very strange."
I almost choked on the wine that I was drinking.
"You what! The three of you are discussing whether you could identify your husbands by their tackle? You're kidding me, right?"
Imani chimed in at that point. "Nope! But look, I'm a medical professional, Sam and I can categorically tell you that any individual penis is going to feel like any other when it's inside you!"
"I refuse to buy that! I know that I could easily pick Steve out in a lineup. Well...maybe not when he's inside me but definitely if I had him in my mouth. After all, your mouth and tongue are very delicate sensory organs!'
The table exploded with laughter!
"Are you serious, Sam! I'm willing to bet that you couldn't," Alan exclaimed, laughing loudly.
Sam looked pleadingly at her two girlfriends.
"Come on guys...back me up here. I'm sure you could pick out your husband by feel. Right?"
"Well...ummmmmmm...maybe?" Melissa said softly.
"I still call bullshit!" Alan retorted. "If you girls are going to insist that you can then you are going to have to back it up with proof!"
Sam simply smiled naughtily at all three of the guys, before looking knowingly at Imani and Melissa.
