This is a re-post of a 2009 story that had been re-edited.
There is no sex in this story.
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It was Saturday and I was not looking forward to another afternoon of humiliation. My wife, Cathy, and I were spending the afternoon in the condo common area with three other couples drinking beer and eating off the grills. The beer was pretty constant but the food choices changed with whoever had a turn that week. We had been doing these gatherings for about four months. They started fine, but, lately, I have been noticing that the wives seem to be having more fun than the guys and it was different. The other three husbands did not seem to notice anything and at first, I thought I might be paranoid until I looked into it a little further.
Most of the conversations were between men or between women. The men talked about sports, work, and politics. The women talked about other stuff. As the afternoon wore on, the conversations all seemed to blend and usually ended up with all eight of us chatting. It was about this time, that the subtle cuckoldry started to show up. It was never anything in your face, but always sort of sly and cutesy, and it was usually followed by snickering and giggles on the girl's side of the table. I started to pay attention the over last few weeks.
We all moved into the condo at about the same time. Gary was a welder and was married to Amy, who was a fitness buff. Amy was a small brunette and had a great body. She loved to work out and keep fit. Gary was large, burly, and a little slow on the uptake. They did not appear to go together at all, but I assumed it was love.
Raymond was a cop who was on permanent desk duty due to an injury. He didn't mind being off the streets. He was married to Julie, who was the only one of the girls who worked. Julie was blonde and bubbly. She worked in the claims office of a local insurance company.
Cecil was a mail-sorter at the local main post office. He was a quiet, laid-back type of guy and his wife was the same. Marcie had shoulder-length, mousy, brown hair and a reserved. The only time she showed any personality at all, was when the girls were being giggly. She wasn't ugly and she had a nice body, she was just sort of invisible.
I am John. I am a lawyer, but only do pro bono work. The office I work out of is funded by several grants, so even though I do my work for free, I get a decent salary. I met my wife Cathy in college. She is cute and perky, with short blond hair. Up until a few weeks ago, I assumed everything was perfect between us. Now I know different.
As if on schedule, the girls started their little game. They started teasing Raymond because Julie was spending so much time at the supermarket. They made a few off-color references to having sex with vegetables and ended up telling him to be careful that she doesn't get too friendly with the butcher. Everybody had a good laugh at Raymond's expense including his wife.
Cecil was next on the chopping block. The girls thought it was great fun to talk about Marcie working overtime, with her handsome Italian boss, and even made some references to long lunch hours. Cecil didn't seem to think it was funny, but Gary and Raymond got a good laugh out of it. Marcie just smiled and rolled her eyes coyly.
Gary got attacked worse than the other two. The three girls went on and on about what a good work-out Amy was getting every day down at the gym, and how envious they were. Gary tried to laugh it away but you could tell he was hurting a little. Amy smiled and rubbed his balding head as if to let him know everything was OK.
I knew I was next, but I also knew I was not going to stay around for it.
Two weeks earlier, I had decided to check things out a little more. Some days I would catch a ride to work with Gary, so this allowed me to try something. After the guys left for work, the girls would gather at Amy's for morning coffee and chitchat. Marcie wasn't there because she had to work. When I left for work, I went to meet Gary at his place. It was no trouble at all to put a voice-activated recorder on top of the buffet in the kitchen. I was going to put it on the refrigerator but was afraid the vibration would be recorded. After work, I went with Gary to his place and retrieved it.
The first two days I got nothing but chit-chat, but I was determined, so I kept it up. The third day was the eye-opener.
The first thirty minutes of the tape was standard talk about everyday, boring stuff. I wanted to fast-forward through it, but I was afraid I would miss something. Finally, Amy broke the ice.
"We have to wrap this up soon girls. I can't keep Thom-Thom waiting for too long."
"Oh boy, am I jealous." Cathy chimed in. "I never get to play with anyone like pony-boy."
He's not that big. Just bigger than normal, or anything else I've seen."
There were a lot of giggles around the table.
I could make out Julie next, "-Just how big is big, Amy? Is it eight, nine, ten, or bigger?"
"I never measured it, you idiots, but I would guess about ten."
Cathy had to ask next. "Doesn't it hurt?"
"Only when he puts it in my back door. I can only do that about once a week."
That brought the table to a good laugh.
"Today is Marcie's motel afternoon, too. Boy, I feel neglected. I don't think I can wait until tomorrow to go to the mall." Cathy faked a little sob.
"I can't believe Marcie got a tattoo on her butt with his name on it," Julie said.
"You have to look close to see the name. It sort of blends in with the design on the butterfly wing. How did she explain it to Cecil?"
"She said she got it for him," replied Cathy. That was followed by another round of snickers. "So Julie and I are going to be celibate today, but we will make up for it tomorrow. Where are you going to go, Julie?"
"Jerry is off tomorrow, so we will just go to his apartment. It's nice that he lives alone."
"Go, girls. Get out of here. I have to get down to the gym before Thom-Thom runs out of steam." You could tell Amy was anxious.
