"Did you just say what I thought you said?"
I was the one asking the question. My wife Katie was sitting across from me, deep in conversation with her best friend Jane. I was sitting next to Jane's husband Bill. The four of us had met after work as we often did and were sitting around a high top "pub" table in a noisy neighborhood bar/restaurant. Bill and I had been half watching a ball game on one of the many televisions suspended at different angles from walls and ceilings. He and I were less talkative than the girls, exchanging a few remarks above the crowd noise and the rock music coming from the ceiling speakers. Our wives were already on their second glasses of wine while Bill and I were nursing our first bottles of beer as we were driving.
But during a slight lull in the hubbub, I thought I'd heard Katie say something that I didn't quite believe. That's when I asked her if she'd really said what I thought I'd heard.
Katie gave me a sweet smile and said in a matter of fact voice, "You shouldn't eavesdrop, Jerry. Jane had said that when Bill has an orgasm, he shoots about a quart of cum. And I said that when you're on form, you cum about two quarts!"
"Jeeze, Katie!" I glanced quickly around but nobody had heard her over the noise in the bar.
I gave a sheepish grin at Bill who rolled his eyes, but both of us were secretly pleased that our wives were bragging to each other about our copious ejaculations. I have to admit that I am what's known as a "heavy cummer" and can fill Katie's pussy until it gushes out and down her thighs. But she loves to see me cum and often urges me to pull out and spray her, and I cover her from face to tits to belly with gooey jizz, particularly if we haven't indulged for a few days. It was news to me that Bill was similarly gifted, at least according to what his wife Jane was claiming.
Both girls were quite bright eyed and rosy cheeks, probably from a combination of wine and raunchy talk that they had been sharing while Bill and I were otherwise engaged.
"I bet Bill cums more than Jerry," said Jane.
"Bet he doesn't!" said Katie.
"Does!"
"Doesn't!"
"Does! Does! Lots more. Gallons of it!"
Katie and Jane were getting as giddy as over-stimulated toddlers, playfully getting right in each other's face.
"Gallons?" said Katie. "I'd like to see that."
Jane giggled and Bill and I exchanged smiles, shaking our heads as if to say, "Women!"
But suddenly Katie looked at Jane and said, "No. I mean seriously. I'd like to see that."
Jane stopped giggling and looked at her. "Seriously?" she asked quietly.
"Yeah," replied Katie. "You've to admit it would be kinda hot."
Our wives were looking intently at each other now. "Only if I got to see Jerry cum, too," replied Jane. "Both of them."
Katie gave a short chuckle. "You mean a cum contest? To see who can cum the most?"
I should say at this point that Katie and I had been married about ten years. We've always had a great sex life but only with each other. When making love to Katie, I'd sometimes had fantasies about other women, including Jane, and I'm guessing Katie had had fantasies of her own. But we'd never done anything remotely "naughty" with another couple. I was pretty certain that Jane and Bill had a similarly monogamous relationship. Yet here was my sweet Katie talking openly about watching Bill cum... and letting Jane see me do the same thing.
I was suddenly aware of an erection growing in my pants. I glanced at Bill, and from his expression, he was experiencing the same range of emotions.
"Do you realize what you're saying?" Bill asked his wife.
"Sure," said Jane. "Katie wants to see if you really deliver a load like I say you do. And to be frank, I'm curious to see what Jerry can do. She says he's a fire hose!"
So no doubt, over the years, Katie and Jane had been comparing notes of their intimate activities, unbeknown to us, their husbands. And now it had come to this.
There was definitely a sense of sexual tension in the air between the four of us that I for one had never felt before.
"So what do you say, boys?" asked Katie with a grin, her eyes sparkling. "A stroke job from your favorite fluff girls who get to compare notes."
"Unless you're not 'up' to it," added Jane.
It then occurred to me that this wasn't quite as spontaneous as it seemed, and Katie and Jane had pretty much orchestrated the scenario without Bill or me being aware of it.
"Oh, I'm always 'up,' you know that," said Bill in a mock macho voice.
"Me too," I added, aware of how tight my underwear seemed to have become.
"And it's the sort of game where nobody actually loses, if you think about it," said Katie.
"So... when do you want to have this little game of yours? And where?"
"How about right now," said Jane. "Not here, I don't mean! At our place. It's only about ten minutes away. And the kids are with Jerry and Katie's kids, staying overnight with their grandparents, so we'd have the place to ourselves."
So those devious wives of ours really had planned all this! The kids out the way, a couple of drinks to loosen up, some sexy talk to get us in the mood.