It was another Saturday night out with my boys, Jimmy and Greg, and our respective others. Saturday nights were never really the same since we all got hooked up. Used to be that we'd hit the bars, maybe a strip joint, or else we'd play some intense games of poker. Now, I'm married, Jimmy's married, and Greg has his girlfriend. Boys night out has now become a night at a fancy restaurant, or an evening at some dumb chick flick. Not that I mind having a regular piece of ass.
Let me introduce you to my crew. Jimmy is a small guy, blond hair, works out a lot- you know the type. Works as a newspaper reporter. His wife, Julie, is a small, slim blond girl, with shoulder length hair and blue eyes. For her size, she's got a nice rack on her- 34C, Jimmy once told me. Greg is a good deal taller than Jimmy - 6'3" or so - and a bit on the quiet side. He's in accounting for some large company, and he's been with his girl for 5 or 6 years, but they never tied the knot. His girl is Sharon- 5'6", brown hair, brown eyes, very cute. Sharon has small titties, about a 32B I'd guess, and nipples that are always pointing right through her shirt and bra. Nice, full, round ass that I've always wanted to grab. Sharon has a really friendly, flirtatious personality.
Myself- well, I'm Jeff. 6'0", 190 lbs, brown hair, brown eyes. I'm not in bad shape, though I don't work out nearly as much as I should. My wife, Andrea, is tall and thin. Dirty blond hair that falls past her shoulders, and hazel eyes that can look right through you. Nice 32C breasts, which were perfect for her body. She's more reserved than Sharon, but when you get her in bed, well, she's quite the vixen.
So anyway, like I was saying, we had all just come back from our regular Saturday night out- this night it was the movies for, of course, a lousy movie chosen by the girls. We came back to my house after the show to hand out. The girls were in the living room, chatting about who-cares-what. Us guys were in the basement, drinking beers, smoking some grass and playing cards.
I must've had a few too many, because I was getting my ass handed to me against these guys that I normally clean up against. I had just lost my last ten bucks, when my wife came down the stairs.
"Hey boys. Hey Jeff, how's the game going?"
"Oh man, I'm getting buried here. These guys just cleaned me out."
"Oh you poor baby," she said with a smile, bending down and planting a long, wet kiss on my lips. She ran her hand up and down my chest. "Does that make it any better?" she asked, with a wink.
"Makes it better for me," Jimmy said with a laugh. "How can I get some of that myself?"
"You're a bad boy, Jimmy," she joked, "do you think Julie would really appreciate that?"
"Aw, she's busy upstairs with Sharon. She'd never have to know." "No way. You're a married man now. That means you can look but you can't touch."
"Hell," Jimmy laughed, "I think I could settle for a look. I'd even let your man here stay in the game, for that."
"Oooh. A very tempting offer. What do you think, honey. Want to ante up a peek at your wife's breasts for a shot at getting your cash back?"
I had always known that Andrea had a wild streak to her, and she was a bit of an exhibitionist. She had even talked about stripping for the guys, but it was always a joke. I never thought she'd really do it. This time though, while the guys thought she was still joking, I could see the twinkle in her eye that told me she was serious.
"I don't know, babe," I said. "I don't know if it's enough money to make it worthwhile. Now, if these two horndogs were to ante up the same, I might go for it."
"Yeah, right," Jimmy said. "That'll be the day when I get Julie to do that."
"Sharon might," Greg said, "but I'm sure as hell not going to bring it up to her. If she says no, I'll be on the couch for a week."
"Just you leave that to me, boys," Andrea said. "I'll be back down in a few minutes." She flashed a big smile, turned around and walked up the stairs. I could detect a little extra swivel in her hips as she walked away from us.
"Well, that sure makes things more interesting," Greg said. |