It was a Friday night when Jerry's life changed. He'd come home from work early. He was tired and frustrated. He was a sales rep for one of the large tire manufacturers, and he'd just been raked over the coals by his boss. Jerry's sales had been dropping, causing him to lose confidence. Jerry really wasn't much of a "people person," and he much preferred the opera to stock car racing. He had a hard time clicking with typical tire store owners and managers.
Jerry's boss made things worse by comparing him to their top salesman, Billy. At 6' 5", Billy was 9 inches taller than Jerry's 5" 8". Brad was also 70 pounds heavier...all of it muscle. Billy was a "man's man," a natural athlete who loved racing, hunting, and women. Especially women. The boss couldn't understand why Jerry wasn't more like Billy, and threatened to reassign some of Jerry's best accounts to Billy if sales didn't improve.
Jerry was happy to be home. He was looking forward to a quiet relaxing weekend at home with his beautiful wife Cassie.
Jerry had clearly hit the jackpot with Cassie. They'd been married for six years. Jerry was 29 and Cassie had just turned 28. She was a little taller than Jerry at 5'9". She had gorgeous long, straight jet black hair that came down to her ass. Her skin was olive, and her brilliant green eyes were perfect. Her waistline was tiny, which accented her enormous 38DD chest. Jerry's friends, behind his back, of course, said Cassie was a "walking wet dream."
Jerry himself was not outstanding. Besides being somewhat small, he had a bit of a paunch, and very little muscle. Though Cassie never complained, his dick matched his diminutive height, and was only about 4 ½ inches long when fully hard. Lately It seemed as though Cassie's pussy was getting looser. He attributed it to a loss of musculature as women got older. Jerry thought they had a perfectly satisfactory sex life.
Cassie, not so much. Lately, the only way she could cum was by using the big eight inch dildo that she had hidden in her nightstand. Of course it helped when she fantasized that the dildo was attached to a big, hunky man. The long, wide dildo was stretching her once super tight pussy wider. She could hardly feel Billy's little penis anymore. Her mind was consumed with thoughts of men with big dicks. Dicks that were at least eight inches, like her dildo. The bigger, the better.
About fifteen minutes after Jerry got home, Cassie arrived from work. She gave Jerry a little peck on the cheek and said "Let's go to that new bar that opened downtown. I hear the drinks are great and the atmosphere can't be beat." She really wanted to go so she could check out the hunky men at the bar.. she wanted more fantasy material.
Although Jerry didn't really want to go, he always had a hard time denying his sexy wife. "If you really want to go, we can, but please, let's make it an early evening."
"Well sure, let's go get ready. I have a new outfit and I can't wait to show it off."
Twenty minutes later Jerry was waiting downstairs for Cassie when she came down the steps. Jerry's little dick got hard the minute he saw her. She had on a short, short black pleated skirt that looked like it was part of a cheerleader's outfit. Underneath it she wore black fishnet stockings that were held up by a garter belt. He could see the straps hanging below the bottom of the skirt. Her top was tight and very short, revealing her tiny waist. It was made from a very light, sheer fabric. Her boobs stretched the top, and she obviously wasn't wearing a bra. You could see her nipples poking out, even though they weren't even hard. Although Jerry couldn't tell, she wasn't wearing panties either. She thought they would ruin the way the skirt showed off her fabulous ass. On her feet she wore 6" black "fuck-me" pumps with platform soles that made her about 8" taller than Jerry.
His tiny dick got hard the moment he saw her. "W-w-wow," was all Jerry could manage to say. He knew that Carrie was a bit of an exhibitionist. She loved to dress just a little slutty, to drive the guys crazy. But he also knew she was completely faithful, and would never let another man touch her.
When they got to the bar, they luckily got the last available booth. They sat on opposite sides. Jerry thought it better that way, because Cassie looked so hot, he wanted to be able to look at her and fantasize about fucking her after the bar.
Within minutes, the place was so full, there were no remaining tables, and people were packed in, standing and milling around. Because there were so many people, their waitress suggested ordering two drinks each, so they wouldn't have to wait later on.
Cassie said, "Jerry will take two Cokes and I'll have three Long Island Iced Teas."
After the server left Jerry said "Three? Those thing are nearly 100% booze."
"Relax, it's Friday night."
When the drinks came, Jerry took a sip of his coke. He looked at Cassie in time to watch her gulp down her first "Iced Tea" without taking a breath. "Holy shit, Cassie!" Take it easy!"
Cassie giggled and said "Take it easy yourself. I want to have a good time, and I want to make sure I show you a good time later. Besides, I have two more I can sip."
Jerry was processing that thought when suddenly he felt a tremendous slap on his back. He looked up and saw the last person he wanted to think about this weekend. Billy...Fucking Billy.
Billy had a huge grin on his face. But he wasn't looking at Jerry. He was staring at the luscious Cassie. "Hey there Jerr. Good to see you buddy. This gorgeous babe must be your wife."
Jerry was flabbergasted. "Uh, yes. This my wife Cassie. Cass, this is Billy. We work together and I'm sure I've mentioned him once or twice."
She answered "Yes, you have. But you never told me he was so good looking."
She looked Billy over from top to bottom. His shirt was a tight, short sleeved knit, showing off his massive muscular chest and powerful arms. He was wearing very tight pants made from a very thin fabric. Cassie thought she could see the outline of his dick, but it hung down so far that she decided it must be a trick of the lighting. The overall effect was so visceral, she immediately shivered. She picked up her second drink and poured it down her throat.
Jerry looked at Cassie in time to see the shiver and noticed her nipples grow hard through the thin fabric of her blouse.
Billy said, "This place is packed. You don't mind if I join you, do you?"
He didn't wait for an answer. Instead he slid in next to Cassie and gave her another rugged grin.
He caught the server's attention and said, I'll have three of whatever she's drinking. I don't want to drink alone, so bring her two more.
Jerry tried to object, but Cassie gave him a dirty look and said "Be nice. This is your co-worker."
From that moment on, things went from bad to worse for Jerry. Cassie and Billy seemed to be really clicking, and Jerry found himself excluded from the conversation. Before he knew it, Cassie had finished her third tea, and was really beginning to loosen up.
"Billy, I can't get over your physique. Do you work out at a gym?"
"No doll. I have a full gym at my house. You'll have to see it some time."
Cassie reached over with both hands and began squeezing his arms. She looked at Jerry and said "Oh, shit. His arms are huge and feel like steel."
"I've got something else that's huge and feels like steel. You'd like squeezing that too."
Cassie giggled while Jerry asked Billy to knock it off. "This is my wife. Please treat her like a lady."
"I'd love to give this lady a big treat."
"Mmmmm...." Cassie moaned.
Billy stood up, grabbed Cassie by the hand and pulled her up. "Hey beautiful, let's go dance."
