It started like any Saturday night.
The guys came over to watch the game and my girlfriend (soon to be fiancé), Emma, catered the event. There was always plenty of beer and snacks, of course Emma was looking mighty tasty herself. I don't know if she dressed up for these occasions on purpose but this night in particular she had gone over the top - she was wearing a tight black dress that seemed casual yet sexy at the same time. It accentuated the movements of her already curvaceous body. I couldn't help but stop by the kitchen multiple times during the first half of the game to grope her through the dress, I could tell from the get-go that she was ready for our usual Saturday night fuck already.
Eventually halftime came around and me and the guys started talking. It was the typical crowd: James who was a lanky redhead, Jeremiah who was a stocky black man, and Seth who was a fairly small man compared to the rest of us - me being a solidly built 6'2". Our conversation began about the game but it eventually took a sexual turn when are particularly attractive sports commentator came on the screen.
"I bet it takes a big cock to keep that one satisfied," said Jeremiah.
"Oh, yeah? What makes you say that," I replied.
"Well have you seen that ass?! I'd say her boyfriend has to be at least seven inches just to get in between those cheeks."
"I could take care of her nice and good, mark my words," said Seth while almost biting his lip.
I could sense a bit of hesitation in his voice as if he even doubted his words. But just as I was about to say something myself, James spoke up, "You really think so, big guy?" The sarcasm in his voice was very evident, "No offence, but usually the bigger the car, the bigger the engine, if you catch my drift," he said with a wink.
"Fuck you! I bet my package is twice the size of yours, you ginger bastard!"
We all had a good laugh and quieted down quickly as Emma walked into the room. "More beers for you guys," she said as she set down another six pack on the coffee table. We all mumbled our thanks as she walked back into the kitchen. I could smell that the wings were almost done and knew she would be back soon.
James couldn't help himself: "If you really think that, Seth, then back those words up."
Jeremiah and I chuckled as Seth went red in the face. This was obviously not the time nor the place to have a cock competition and James knew it; he was just trying to rile up Seth.
"I bet you would like that, wouldn't ya. Seeing my dick, ya queer. And besides, I have more respect than to pull a stunt like that when Emma is around."
I felt the sudden urge to contribute to the derision, "Oh, she wouldn't even notice if you whipped it out." James and Jeremiah burst out in laughter as I let out a chuckle myself - now Seth was beet red.
"What wouldn't I notice?" Said Emma jokingly as she walked back into the room.
"Nothing, babe. You can just set the wings next the T.V., there isn't much room on the table." She obliged and strutted her long legs in between us all. The open space next to the T.V. was over the arm of the couch that James was on and instead of reaching over it, she put both of her knees on the cushion and leaned over to gently set the platter down. This movement revealed, not only to me, just how exposing her dress really was. My girlfriend's full ass peaked ever so flirtatiously under the edge of her black dress at all of our staring faces.
She looked back at me and we all quickly looked away. "Want me to take some of the bottles?" Without a response she came off of the couch and bent over to pick up our empties, this time facing the couch that Jeremiah and I sat on, giving us a front row seat to the cleavage that created quite a spectacle over her low-cut dress. She managed to grab all of the bottles with her small hand (especially for her height) and strutted back into the kitchen.
