I had screwed up again. My wife, Lacey, came home Friday night after work to find me and some buddies sprawled on the sofa playing Xbox. She took one look at the scene and snarled. All she said was "Oh" before she stormed out of the room with a totally pissed off look on her face. That's right, I remembered. I had promised to take her out tonight when she got home. We heard her go into the bedroom and start slamming things around, cursing to herself. Talking about me, no doubt.
Shawn and Hamal looked at me and started laughing. Shawn and I used to work together and we had both knocked off work early to shoot some hoops. Hamal was a guy Shawn and I knew from the basketball courts. After a few games we decided to go back to my place to play some video games. Hamal wasn't too into the game so he was just sitting back and drinking beer.
When Lacey came back into the room she was wearing a short skirt and was putting earrings in. "All right, boys," she said. "Play time is over." I looked at her and was about to respond when she turned and walked back down the hall to the bedroom. We heard her yelling to herself while she continued to get ready.
Hamal giggled, "she's got you on a short leash, don't she?" I made some comment about her knowing who wore the pants in the family, meaning me, and then chugged a beer for emphasis. Shawn laughed and said, "yeah right, you lay down the law buddy? She's got you wrapped around her little finger."
When Lacey walked back into the room half an hour later she was all made up, her hair was done and she was wearing a short skirt and heels, obviously ready for a night on the town. Shawn and I were still on the couch playing Xbox and Hamal was in the easy chair drinking a beer. She started bitching right away about broken promises, lazy bastards, etc. Shawn and I were getting close to the next level so I was only half paying attention to her.
Finally she was furious enough that she walked in front of the screen blocking our view. I paused the game and sat back. "John, you need to turn off that goddamn game and send your friends home." Shawn and Hamal shot me a look that said "are you gonna take that?".
The beer and me trying to look tough in front of the guys lead to my next mistake. Lacey started to lay into me again about not being ready to go out when I said, "Honey, if you're going to have your mouth open why don't you do something productive with it?" I was trying to be macho but I think I crossed the line on that one. Lacey stopped her cold in her tracks. Even Shawn and Hamal were stunned.
Lacey became very still and then she nodded stiffly. "Fine," she said. With that she strolled over in front of the couch and dropped to her knees in front of me. In surprise I instinctively leaned back as she reached for my crotch. Then she suddenly switched direction and grabbed Shawn's sweatpants and tried to yank them down. Shawn looked at me as Lacey tugged at his waistband. I just stared back in shock.
When it was apparent that she couldn't get Shawn's pants down while he was sitting, she changed tactics and pulled open the loose leg at the crotch exposing his flaccid cock. Like a bird of prey she dove down and engulfed the entire length. Shawn glanced at me and then leaned his head back and groaned. Hamal leaned forward on the easy chair and said, "aw yeah!"
I started to say something as I watched my wife bringing Shawn's cock to life with her tongue and mouth. I'm not sure what it was because Lacey looked at me, with my friend's hardening dick between her lips, and said sarcastically, "is this something productive I can do with my mouth, honey?" Only with her mouth full it was harder to understand.
I sat there stunned, not knowing what to do. I felt like pushing her off of him but on the other hand I noticed that my dick was starting to rise too. Okay, so my wife is giving my buddy head, I thought. So she'll make her point, I lose the argument, and Shawn gets a free blowjob out of the deal. Fuck her, I thought, I'm not going to make a scene out of it because that's what she wants.
