This is a work of fiction. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons under 16 in real life.
I first met Michelle 20 years ago. I can’t say it was love at first sight because I don’t remember it too well. It was the first day of kindergarten and we were seated at the same table. Her mother has a picture of that day though. And as luck would have it, Michelle was all smiles and I was picking my nose staring at the camera as I sat next to her. Michelle still has the picture.
We were friends during our elementary and middle school years, but it wasn’t until 9th grade that we became close. I had asked her to a dance and she turned me down, claiming that we were friends and it would be too awkward. She ended up going to the dance with James Lewellen. I wasn’t hurt or anything, I just didn’t want to go by myself and that’s why I had asked her - figuring we would go as friends. The night of the dance, I was watching Michelle and James dance and witnessed his hand sliding from her back to her ass while they danced. Jealousy kicked in and I can’t begin to describe how angry I felt at that moment. She wasn’t happy with his actions either and I could see her tell him to move his hand. Instead he squeezed her butt cheek and pulled her up against him as he tried to kiss her. She became upset and pushed him away. James called her a tease and a bitch. That’s when I stepped in and with one punch, not only broke James nose, but got myself suspended from school for a week.
Michelle’s father and mother had stopped by our house one evening during the week of my suspension and expressed their gratitude for what I had done to protect their daughter. Her mother had also given me an envelope. Inside was a note from Michelle that read, “I so regret saying no to you when you so politely asked me to the dance. After I had said that I began to think about it and wondered why I had answered like I did. We've known each other for so long and know so much about each other that I think of you as more than a friend. I promise you Joseph the answer will be different should I ever be lucky enough to have you ask me out again. You are my knight in shining armor. I can't thank you enough for standing up for me like that. Love always, Michelle.” The 'i' in her name was dotted with a little heart. To this day I still have that note.
Michelle and I started “going with” each other following my return from suspension from school. We dated through high school and got married 4 years after graduation from high school. Neither of us had ever been with, meaning slept with, another person. We’ve now been married for 3 years. She works for an automotive supplier, which is owned by her father, and is the head of the quality control department with 6 individuals working directly under her control.
Michelle has two siblings. One is an older sister, Jeanette, who was in her second marriage and always complaining about how unfair life is, even though her father continues to give her everything, while she does nothing except spend money she doesn't have. Jeanette was the spoiled one -a real pain in the ass. She has a daughter named Chloe.
Michelle also has a brother, Chad, who at 23 is two years younger than Michelle. He went to a private college in the area and has been earmarked to take over the family business one day. He has the business demeanor to do it. I couldn't ask for a better brother-in-law. Chad and I are not just brother-in-laws, we are also good friends. Chad and Michelle were closer than any brother and sister I have ever seen.
It is Michelle that her parents were most proud of - an upstanding member of the community serving on the board of a local charity, donating much or her time to a food shelter in our city, and a regular attendee of church. She's the apple of her parent’s eye, along with her mother's best friend. We spend a lot of time with her parents including a weekly dinner out at one of the finest restaurants in the area.
My name is Joe and I manage a local hardware store in our small Western Michigan town. For a couple of 25 year-olds with only high school diplomas, we have done pretty well for ourselves. Obviously, Michelle is the bread winner working for her old man. We have a big house about a mile from Lake Michigan and a 28 foot boat to enjoy the lake with. We keep the boat docked at a marina about 6 minutes from our house.
Michelle is extremely pretty. I'm not just saying that because I'm her husband. She has light brown hair, is 5'10" tall and has an absolutely gorgeous body from working out 5 days a week. No matter where we go, guys are always checking her out - which she doesn't like at all. It used to bother me, but I got used to it after a while.
To describe our sex life I would say average, but lately it's been in a bad rut. For the past 6 months it has turned into a Saturday night routine. We watch TV then go up to the bedroom. After very little foreplay I get on top of her, do the deed, and within 25 minutes we're both asleep.
A few weeks ago, we had gotten in a huge argument about the state of our sex life. I had complained about it being boring and it needing spiced up. At one point she was crying and said she didn't know what I wanted from her. I couldn't explain it to her other than to tell her it was just boring. Since we never fought, this was a pretty big deal. We hadn’t had sex since the incident but we also tried not to mention the argument to each other anymore. We had just dropped it. But it was still on both of our minds.
Michelle was always a very conservative dresser. I used to encourage her to wear sexier clothing, but she was never comfortable in something that showed off her body. I can't recall her ever wearing anything that showed off any cleavage of her slightly larger than C-cup breasts. It's always been crew neck t-shirts in the summer and turtle necks or sweaters in the winter - well, other than her 2 piece bathing suit which completely covers her breasts. Michelle is very self-conscious about her body and dressed any way possible to not draw attention to it. She wears a full encompassing bra that holds her breasts tight and it makes them appear even firmer than they are. She knows she has a great body and works hard at keeping it fit and toned. And like I said, she doesn't like anybody looking at her, except me.
Michelle arrived home from work on Tuesday to inform me that she had invited a coworker, Karen, along with her husband Chris, out on the boat for the upcoming Saturday. They had moved to the area about 2 months earlier from Detroit where Chris had lost his job. Michelle was Karen's supervisor, but they were both about the same age and they got along very well at work. They often went to lunch with each other. I had never met either of them and Michelle had never met Michelle's husband Chris.
Upon telling me about the invite, I reminded Michelle that I had already invited Warren out on the boat for the same Saturday.
Warren was my best friend and I hadn't seen him in a while because he'd been working some crazy hours starting up his new wedding photography and videography business. Being a summer weekend, he was lucky to have the free time. We couldn’t switch either of them to Sunday because we had plans to travel to Chicago for a safety conference that Michelle was attending for the company. I had taken the week off work to accompany her. So, we'd have to cancel with Warren or Karen and her husband. Michelle said she'd talk with Karen the following day and see if she would be fine with it being the five of us. I knew Warren wouldn’t care but we certainly didn't want Chris to feel like a 3rd wheel with Warren and me.
Michelle told Karen about our predicament and she was perfectly fine with it, even saying Chris gets along with everyone and would fit right in with the guys. Karen had asked Michelle what to bring and she told her that if she didn't like water, beer or Diet Coke, then to bring along something to drink. We'd have snacks and go to a restaurant by boat down the coast. Karen was really excited about it and said she couldn't wait for Saturday. She mentioned that she and Chris hadn't really met anyone since moving to this side of the state and they were both looking forward to just some relaxing fun.
On Saturday, Karen and Chris arrived at our house and introductions were made. Karen was a beautiful girl with light brown hair and a very nice figure. She was about 5'6 - about 4 inches shorter then Michelle. Karen was wearing a t-shirt and loose shorts over her suit. I could see the string from her bikini top rising out of the back of her shirt where it was tied around her neck. She was very attractive and I now couldn't wait to get out to the boat and see her in her bikini.
Michelle took a moment to show Karen the house and then finished packing some munchies into a beach bag as Chris and I made small talk about baseball, the shitty economy, and his job prospects among other things. Chris is from the thumb area of Michigan but had gone to Kalamazoo College, about 60 miles from our house. He seemed like a really nice guy. He was my size, about 6'1", and was in great shape. It later came out that he played college baseball. I was the captain of my high school baseball team. We seemed to have a number of things in common.
We were soon loading everything in my Jeep and headed down to the marina. Warren was to meet us there. When we got to the boat we began loading it up. The girls carried the towels, the beach bag and a few other things to the boat while Chris and I handled the cooler that contained 3 cases of beer, some Diet Coke, a large bottle of wine for Michelle and about 12 bottles of water. The damn thing weighed near 100 pounds with ice and drinks, but I've always felt that it's better to have too much then not enough. Also to drink, Karen had brought along a bottle of something called Absinthe. I had never heard of it, but I overheard Karen mentioning to Michelle that it gave a nice little buzz without drinking a lot so it didn't fill you up. "I'll have to try some," Michelle had commented.
Warren soon arrived and we introduced him to Karen and Chris. "Let's get out on the water," I said, just as Michelle pulled her t-shirt over her head revealing her modest bathing suit top. She kept her shorts on over her bathing suit bottoms for the time being. I fired up the engine and from the corner of my eye I could tell that Karen was removing her t-shirt also. I couldn't resist turning around. Luckily my sunglasses hid where my eyes were staring. What a sight beheld me. Her breasts were a cup size smaller than my wife's, but the top she had on revealed much more skin than my wife’s. Karen then unsnapped her shorts and they dropped to the deck. I looked at Warren and I knew what he was thinking, especially when Karen bent and picked her shorts to fold them and deposit them in her beach bag.
I looked at Michelle. She had definitley noticed how skimpy of a suit Karen had on. I wondered what she was thinking at that moment. Here she was in basically a one piece. And next to her was her coworker that had a minimal amount of fabric covering her private parts. One looked like a frump. The other looked like a model.
We took a slow cruise along the coastline pointing out different things to Karen and Chris as we headed toward the state park where we could anchor offshore and party a little bit. We soon arrived and the girls climbed up on the front of the boat to catch some sun, each taking a solo cup half filled with wine. Warren, Chris and I shot the shit while throwing back beers and listening to the Cubs game. We even tossed a couple of fishing lines in the water. About a half hour later Warren pulled out a joint. Immediately I said, "Warren, not today."
"Why?” he asked, "It’s a tradition on this boat with Michelle and I."
"Why the fuck do you think," I shot back angrily. Warren can be a real dumb shit sometimes.
I wasn’t a pot smoker but Michelle was. It was one of her few flaws. Whenever we were out on the boat partying, she liked to get high. But she only did it with me around, and then only with Warren, her brother Chad, or a select few other friends of ours. She just liked the feeling of lying in the sun with a buzz. She'd done it since she was 17, butalways in a controlled situation – and as I said - always with me or her brother present.
Knowing I was uncomfortable with one of Michelle's co-workers knowing she got high, Chris piped in, "Joe, don't worry about it, it's cool. Karen will want to smoke some too."
I looked at Warren. "Have at it then. But I'm warning you, you’re going to catch all kinds of hell."
I knew Michelle wouldn’t be happy with Warren pulling out drugs while she was in front of a co-worker. But, whenever she did get mad at Warren, it was never for long. She really liked him, partly because he was my best friend, but mainly because they just got along so good when the three of us would hang out, which was often – that is, before he started his new business. He really was a nice guy. At times Michelle felt sorry for him and his lack of skills with the women.
Warren absolutely adored Michelle. The toast he gave at our wedding had brought tears to her eyes when he spoke of what a fantastic person he thought she was, and how lucky I was to have her.
Warren stood up and leaned over the windshield of the boat and said, "I've got some kick ass weed back her ladies. I think it's time to get buzzed." Michelle's head shot up. She didn't say a word but I could tell she was trying to come up with a response as her face grew red with anger.
Karen noticed Michelle's discomfort and anger. "You get high Michelle? Cool. I won't tell if you won't tell. I enjoy getting high myself every now and then." It took a moment, but Michelle seemed to relax with those words. I could tell she liked Karen and trusted her. They said something I couldn't hear and both gave a little laugh and got up.
The girls came to the back of the boat and smoked the joint with Warren. My eyes took in all of Karen and her skimpy suit sitting across the padded bench at the back of the boat. God how I would love for Michelle to wear something like that, I thought. Karen then got out the absinthe she had brought along and a couple of solo cups. She half filled the cups with ice, sprinkled some sugar over the ice and poured about two shots of green liquid from the absinthe bottle over the ice. I was thinking to myself that there’s no way Michelle is going to drink anything green and syrupy looking. Karen handed her the cup and they both took a sip of the drink.
"That's pretty good,” Michelle commented.
"You've got to use sugar, or it's awful," Karen responded.
"I thought it was supposed to be nice all day. The sky doesn't look too good out there," Chris commented, looking past me to the sky.
I turned around and looked out over Lake Michigan to see some nasty looking clouds in the West. It was a good distance away, but the distant lightning strike helped me make up my mind. "Pack it up folks. We better hope we beat that thing in." I fired the engine up as everyone secured loose things around the boat. We then high-tailed it back to the marina, barely beating the storm in. The clouds were right on top of us though. The wind had also picked up considerably and some lightning strikes were coming down out over the water behind us. Much closer than the first one I saw.
As we docked, we hastily packed up the few things we had brought. Michelle and Karen put on their t-shirts and sandals – they grabbed their shorts and put them in one of the beach bags. Just as the first drops of rain started to fall I told Michelle to take Karen and Chris back to the house in the Jeep and that Warren and I would close up the boat and be there in about 5 minutes.
Warren and I secured the lines and put the cover on the boat as the rain began to fall harder. The sky was now a nasty dark blue color and the wind was really blowing. We threw the cooler in his pickup and headed to my house. By the time we got home, the wipers couldn't clear the rain from the window fast enough. It had been a long time since I'd seen rain fall that hard.
We took the cooler into the house to find the 3 of them in the basement with Michelle having another drink of absinthe in her hand - the same with Karen. Our carpeted basement is somewhat large. There is a pool table, a fully stocked bar with 4 bar stools in front of it, a poker table, a nice leather couch and a 56" high def wide screen TV with surround sound.
Michelle asked, “Joe, did you guys happen to grab the blue beach bag? It had Karens and my shorts in it.”
“No, never saw it babe, we just rushed to get the cover on and get out of there. It must still be on the boat.”
Karen, sensing Michelle was upset, said, “Don’t worry about it Michelle. I’m fine like this. Next time you guys get out to the boat you can get them. Just bring them to work some day.”
Michelle stood up, “We’re so sorry Karen. Can I at least get you something to put on?”
“No, I’m perfectly fine like this. And stop worrying about it silly. It’s only a pair of shorts. Sit down and relax.”
Michelle hesitated for a moment and then sat down. I think she was actually going to go upstairs and get herself some shorts even though she was wearing a longer t-shirt that covered her up pretty good.
I turned the Cubs game on the television and we all sat down with drinks and began to converse. Not one for sports, Karen suggested we play quarter bounce and Michelle said, "I haven't played that since high school. I used to love playing it. And it'll be more fun than watching this ballgame."
I left the Cubs game on but turned the volume down. Warren helped me to gather 3 of the chairs that surrounded the poker table and we placed them around the coffee table. Karen and Chris remained sitting on the couch. Michelle sat between Warren and I in the poker chairs and we began playing quarters.
I had forgotten how good Michelle was at playing quarter bounce and she was making all us guys drink. She finally missed and surrendered the quarter. About 5 minutes into the game Warren pulled out another joint, lit it up, and passed it between Karen, Michelle and himself. The buzz was already going pretty strong for these 3, I really didn’t think Michelle needed anymore, especially while sipping at her absinthe drink more frequently. The thing about Michelle and the few times she got high – she always got to acting silly. Another nice thing was that she liked to have sex afterwards. It seemed to make her horny, so I was looking forward to everyone leaving since it had been 3 weeks.
It was Chris's turn to bounce and he made it. "Karen, drink up", he said.
"I can't drink anymore, I'm gonna throw up if I drink too much more", Karen answered.
"Me too," Michelle agreed.
"How about we all do dare’s instead," suggested Karen excitedly, smiling as she looked to each of us. I wondered to myself if she meant dares, like in truth or dare.
Warren said, "I'm game." As did Chris and I. We looked at Michelle and she hesitated but I could see in her eyes that the drink and smoke had affected her judgment. She didn't want to be the party pooper of the bunch, and she agreed to play, though she looked at me with concern in her eyes.
A few years ago, we had played with her brother Chad and a few of his friends - guys and girls - and someone had dared one of the girls to flash their boobs. A few minutes later in the game one of the guys to flash his cock. This was too much for Michelle and she - well we - got up and left.
Chris said, "Okay then. Cool. Karen, take off your t-shirt."
Karen reached down and lifted the t-shirt over her head leaving her in just her bikini top and bottom. The bikini suddenly seemed so much smaller on her than it was on the boat.
I glanced over at Michelle and could see her face trying to comprehend what had just happened and where this could all lead. For that matter, I was wondering myself. I looked over at Warren and he had the slightest smirk on his face. I knew exactly what was going through his mind.
The new rule for the game was that if you made the quarter, you give out a dare. Regardless of whether you make it or not, the quarter gets passed to the next person.
It was my turn to bounce. I picked up the quarter and bounced it in. I knew Michelle would kill me if I made her do anything that she might consider out-of-bounds, so I played it safe.
"Michelle, get us all some more drinks." She stood and walked over to where the cooler. As she bent over to get the beers from the cooler her t-shirt rode up a bit displaying her bathing suit covered ass. I noticed Chris staring at Michelle's ass. I also noticed Warren and Karen staring. It really was a pleasant view with the material of the suit stretched taut over her ass. Michelle returned with the beers. She handed them out and sat down.
Michelle then bounced and it went over the glass missing it completely. She was a dead ringer earlier in the game, I wondered if it was because of her nerves, or if it was because of her buzz.
Warren did the same thing - missed. It was then Karen's turn and she made it. "Warren, since you've been sitting there with a shit eating grin on your face since the time I took off my shirt, you get to take off your t-shirt." Without hesitation, Warren reached down and peeled his shirt off.
I was watching Michelle as Warren lifted his shirt off leaving him in only his swimsuit. My attention was then on his swimsuit. It was evident that Warren was starting to get a hard on. I wasn’t the only one that noticed - Michelle's eyes glanced down and then quickly away from the small tent that had recently developed in his suit. I noticed a faint blush in Michelle's cheeks. She glanced toward me as if to say, “Do something to stop this.” Ignoring her, I returned my attention to the table where Chris was retrieving the quarter from the glass.
Chris bounced and made it. "Karen, go over to Warren and let him remove your bikini top. I think he'd enjoy that."
Holy shit, I thought.
Karen stood from the couch and stepped in front of Warren and turned her back to him. Warren, with a huge smile on his face, reached up and untied the string at the mid-back and also the strings at her neck. She was holding the material over her chest and turned around to face him. He stared at her.
"Go on, take it," she said.
He reached up and took the garment from her revealing two beautifully firm tits with a light colored areola about the size of a half dollar and nipples the size of pencil eraser’s. Her milky white tits looked magnificent in contrast to her dark tanned belly and upper chest. She stood in front of him for a moment letting him enjoy the sight.
As Karen returned to her seat, I glanced at Michelle. She did not know what to do or say. She just stared down at the table. Here was her coworker - someone that she was a supervisor to - sitting in our basement topless. Warren still held the bikini top in his hand.
When the game started, I was hoping for a flash of skin from her, but this was permanent clothing removal that was going to take place.
I was waiting for Michelle to put an immediate stop to this, knowing that she might eventually be in the same state of undress. I knew that she would not expose her breasts to anyone here - at least not in a sober state of mind she wouldn’t. But, she wasn't currently in a sober state of mind.
It was my turn and I made it. It's now or never, I thought. Either this game ends now or it will move on. "Michelle, why don’t you take off your shirt too." She gave me a look that I couldn't read – it wasn’t a mean look, it was just a look. It was as though she was in a daze.
She then said, "Can you guys excuse us for a minute, Joe and I are going to go upstairs and get some stuff for us to snack on." Without waiting for a response from anyone, she stood and proceeded to walk toward the stairs.
I followed her up into the kitchen. She turned to me with her arms crossed in a defiant manner. "I want you to put a stop to this now,” she said in a loud whisper. Now I sensed some anger. "Now," she nodded again.
"No. I am enjoying this." I replied.
She stared at me incredulously. "Joe, I don't know what is going on down there, but I..."
"Michelle, relax," I interrupted her. Taking advantage of her obvious buzzed state of mind I continued, “Nothing bad is going to happen. I know you remember our fight two weeks ago..."
She cut me off, "Yes I do, and I want to make you happy. I think you know that. You haven't even tried to make love to me since... I’ve always wanted... always tried to make you happy… but THIS is what you had in mind??? You wanting me to get naked in front of other people??? In front of Warren??? He's like a brother to me Joe. You can’t be serious that this is what you had in mind when we had that argument. You couldn't have meant that."
"No, this isn't exactly what I had in mind. But…" I paused for a second not knowing how to proceed. Then I went on the defensive. Angrily, but in a quiet controlled voice I said, "Hey, I didn't plan this. It's your co-worker and her husband that started this whole thing. You invited them here, not me. And as for Warren being like a brother to you, you know he worships you. Besides, you said yourself that you catch him eyeing you up all the time. And what was it you had to say about it?"
She didn't answer.
I continued, "You said it's flattering. And one time when you were buzzed you said that it was a bit of a turn on for you. And I remember that the sex we had the night that you told me that. You were way more aggressive than you normally are." She didn't respond. My tone became argumentive, “Even though you cringe at the very thought of another man laying eyes on you when you’re fully clothed, you find it flattering that Warren looks at you. Explain that to me Michelle. What the hell is that about?” She still had nothing to say. It was time to go for broke. In a very sincere voice, I said, "To be honest with you, it is turning me on thinking of it. I've always asked you to dress sexier, it's because you are so beautiful and have a fantastic body that I'm proud of. You should be too. Do I have a problem with you getting naked down there – my honest to God answer is no. I completely trust Warren. The other two are a married couple. I am looking forward to it Michelle. I’m excited by what is going on."
"And what happens when I’m naked? Then what Joe?"
I stared at her for a moment. I wanted to say that whatever happens, happens. I couldn't come right out and say that I was fine with her having sex with another man. "Well, I'm assuming I'll be naked too. And possibly everyone else. It's no big deal. At that point I would assume it is game over."
She was quiet for a moment as she stared at me. Then she said, "If we walk back down those stairs... " She shook her head, "Joe, I don't think I can... It's Warren down there along with my coworker and her husband, who I hardly know."
"Yes, it's your coworker down there that has her tits out..."
"Don't use that word," she snapped.
"It's your coworker that just took her top off in front of us. So, I don't think she really gives two shits. And Warren adores you Michelle. To be honest, this whole thing has already made his day. He hasn't had a girlfriend in forever. And who could you trust more than Warren? Nobody. You know he would never say something to anyone that would damage your reputation. You're incredibly beautiful babe. Relax. It’s a game we’re playing. We're just having fun and you're getting all worked up over nothing."
“But I don’t find it FUN getting naked in front of people.”
“Well, I never thought of it before, but now that it’s happening, I am enjoying this and yes, I want it to continue. You said you’d do anything to make me happy. If you meant it, then prove it to me. If you truly want to make your husband happy, prove it. Or else, go downstairs right now and tell your guests it's time for them to leave.”
She didn't respond at first. "You're really okay with this? Whatever happens down there, you're sure you're going to be okay with it?"
I nodded.
She just held her hand to her face for a moment as she bit her lower lip considering what to do. “If this is what you want...if this is really what you believe our marriage needs, then I’ll do whatever is asked of me down there." She made it known that I would be to blame for the events that would take place. "Whatever dare I am given - no matter how much I won't want to do it - I will do because YOU want me too. Will that make you happy - having me do something that you know I don't want to be doing? Is that what you want?"
I said, "Yes."
"Okay," she said bravely, with her chin up. "I will then. Because I want you to be happy. I want US to be happy. Even though I can't understand why you think this is the way to go about it.” She didn't bother finishing her statement as she walked past me defiantely and down the stairs without saying another word. I couldn't believe it. I followed her downstairs.
We arrived in the basement and nobody said a word about us not returning with the snacks that we had supposedly went up to get. Before Michelle sat down, she pulled off her t-shirt and folded it putting it on the floor under her chair. There she sat in just her bathing suit. Warren glanced at me and I gave him the slightest nod. There was a huge smile waiting to burst out, but he concealed it well.
With a bit of attitude, Michelle took a sip of the green absinthe, set the glass down and picked up the quarter. She made it. The quarter had barely cleared the rim of the glass and Michelle said, "Joe, take off your shirt." And I did.
Looking at Karen, I noticed her staring at me with a slight smile on her face.
Warren missed but Karen made it. "Michelle, I don't like being the only girl getting stared at. Time for you to take off your top."
Perfect, I thought. At least it wasn't one of the guys asking her to bare her chest.
Michelle stared at Karen. Then she glanced at Warren before returning her eyes to Karen.
Karen smiled. "Take off your bathing suit top please.“
This was the moment of truth. Michelle looked at me and said, "Last chance. You want me to do this?"
I nodded. She gave a quick glance at Chris, then looked at Warren for a moment. Their eyes met and Warren gave the tiniest smile.
“Nobody better ever find out about this,” she said sternly to Warren. He stared back. "Ever," she said even more sternly. “Do you understand?”.
“No, of course not Michelle,” he answered. “Of course not. It’s cool.”
"Do you promise," she asked.
"Yes Michelle, of course. I promise."
She didn’t bother saying the same to Chris and Karen. She just turned her back at me. She pulled her hair up in the back as she turned her back to me. So faintly that I barely heard her she said, "Okay Joe. This is what you wanted, you can help me."
I reached out and lifted the tankini top high on her back. She turned toward me and raised her arms. I reached the hem at the bottom of her bathing suit top and lifted the material up and over her breasts and they came into view. They jiggled like firm jello as they were freed from confinement. Her nipples were partially hard.
I continued to lift the top above her head. Her body gave a little shiver like when you get goose bumps. Her eyes were locked on mine. I noted her cheeks were turning a pink shade, her eyes still possessed a buzzed look about them. She turned back toward the table. I had to give her credit in the fact that she didn’t try covering up to prevent anybody from seeing her chest.
My wife's larger than C-cup breasts were now exposed to the group. Four sets of eyes examined her chest. Her areolas are a medium red color and about the size of a silver dollar. Her nipples, when hard, are very close in size to a small cherry – at least three or four times as big as Karen's.
Karen said, “You know Michelle, when you and Joe were upstairs, Warren said he has never seen your boobs but was hoping he would.” Looking at Warren, Karen asked, “Are they as nice as you’ve imagined they would be Warren?”
“Yeah, more so,” he answered softly staring at them.
Michelle didn't look at any of us guys, but she made eye contact with Karen who had a smile on her face. Michelle glanced down at the table - clearly very uncomfortable with being half naked in front of everyone. I noticed Karen look to Chris and flash a smile.
I reached over and put my hand at the base of Michelle’s back. Leaning over I whispered in her ear, “You’re slouching. Sit up straight. Everyone has already looked. It's over. The way you are slumping forward is not very complementing to how beautiful you really are.”
She gave me a look that clearly expressed how upset with me she was. But, as I continued rubbing her low on her back, she began to straighten up. Her tits slowly lifted and they looked magnificent fully on display pointing straight out for all to examine. And examine they did.
Warren didn't take his eyes off of them as he commented, "You’re beautiful Michelle."
Without looking at him, in a barely audible voice, Michelle said, "Thank you." She paused for a moment and then said softly, “Could everyone please stop staring at me. Please.” And she started to bring her arms up to cover herself.
Karen said, “There's no need to feel uncomfortable. Boobs are boobs. They've all seen boobs before."
Just then a large crack of thunder hit nearby. It made us all jump a bit.
“Whoa, that was close,” Warren said.
“Yeah it was,” Chris agreed.
Everyone’s attention seemed to finally be averted away from Michelle and her newly exposed breasts. But looking at her, she still sat so stiff.
Thinking it might help calm Michelle’s nerves, Warren reached over and pulled out yet another joint from his backpack. I was thinking that Michelle wouldn’t smoke anymore because she was already too buzzed. Was I ever wrong. Warren fired it up, and handed it to Michelle. She took it from him, held it to her lips and inhaled. She didn't bother to pass it. Instead, she exhaled her first hit after holding it for about 10 seconds, then she hit it again.
Then we had a streak of misses with the quarter. Chris missed and he was clearly upset. Then I missed. Then, unbelievably, Michelle and Warren both missed. It was Karen's turn again. She had just finished hitting the joint and handed it to Michelle. She picked up the quarter and made it.
She looked at Michelle. “Another dare for you Michelle. Before Warren pokes a hole in his bathing suit, I think he needs to get it off."
Michelle had just hit the joint for the third time in the last minute and was still holding it. She didn't understand what Karen was saying.
Karen clarified. "You get to take Warren's suit off."
Michelle froze, disbelieving what Karen had just asked of her.
Karen then said, "Give me the joint back hun, it'll be easier for you to strip your friend naked with two hands."
Michelle exhaled the smoke. "No, I can't do that," Michelle said shaking her head. She looked at me for help. "Joe???"
I said to her in a reassuring tone, "Yes you can. It’s fine. Go ahead.” Knowing she was always one to cave to peer pressure, I looked to the others.
Karen read my look and spoke up, “Oh my gosh Michelle, we're all adults here. It’s not like you’ve never seen a naked dude before. Come on, you’re a grown woman. Please. Stop acting so silly.”
Michelle looked at Warren hoping he would object. He stared back at her with a slight smile anticipating her exposing his cock. Then he said, “It’s cool with me Michelle. I don’t mind. Really.”
Michelle turned and was staring in my eyes, I could tell she didn't want to do it, but she also knew I wanted some excitement in our lives. And with everyone egging her on she was having difficulty actually doing it. She was just looking for someone to give a reason why she shouldn't remove Warren's last article of clothing.
She then turned toward Warren hoping – praying – that he would say something to the effect that she didn’t have to. Instead, he stood up from his chair and stepped in front of her.
She still had a look of astonishment on her face that she had been asked to do this. Michelle stared at his swim trunks for a moment. It was very evident what was hiding behind the fabric. Warren's cock appeared to be close to full attention.
I didn't think she was going to do it. Then Warren reached down and untied the string that held his suit up. He moved his hands to his sides giving her unobstructed access.
As she sat, not moving, Warren reiterated his previous statement. In an reassuring tone he said, “It’s okay Michelle. I'm seeing you naked, only fair for you to see me. I'm cool with it.”
"But you're..." She didn't finish the sentence.
Karen, who had just hit the joint, finished what Michelle couldn't say. "He's got a hard-on. Big deal. That's actually the way I want to see it." And she gave a little laugh. She encouraged Michelle some more. "Come'on Michelle, the anticipation is killing me." She gave another little laugh. "Let's see that bad boy's boner already."
Michelle ever so slowly moved her hands toward the waistband and hooked her fingers in the elastic in the front. She hesitated for a good 5 seconds and then pulled the bathing suit slightly down and then far away from his stomach area and over the head of his 9" erection to as far as she could pull it down - which was at about the base of his cock. His cock was pointing straight out. She paused momentarily as she stared at it. Her hands were visibly shaking. The elastic rested just above his balls and she leaned forward to reach around his waist. This brought her face to within a foot of his hard-on. Turning her head slightly, she slid the waistband down in the rear to below his ass cheeks. She then quickly grabbed the elastic on the sides and lowered the swim trunks to the floor and sat back averting her gaze.
His cock is more than 2 inches longer than mine, with blond pubic hair, and a large sack. Warren sat back down.
“Wow, that's nice Warren,” Karen complemented Warren. “It's long.” Then she said, "Whose boobies made that happen to you, mine or Michelle's."
Everybody but Michelle and I laughed.
"Both of yours," Warren said.
Glancing at Michelle, she looked like a deer in headlights. As she sat staring at the table knowing that Warren was sitting less than 2 feet from her with his 9” cock pointing up at a 45 degree angle, not quite fully hard.
Karen, noticing that Michelle was averting her gaze, handed Michelle the joint as she said, "Michelle, it's okay to look at him. He had no problem looking at your boobs. Girl, it's your turn to look."
Michelle hit the joint hard and then extended her arm toward Warren to hand it to him. She glanced down at his cock as she did so.
"It's pretty big, isn't it Michelle?"
Michelle looked at Karen. "Yes," she said quietly.
Chris picked up the quarter and bounced it in.
"Michelle...” my wife's head snapped up toward him, "...you get to decide who gets naked next. Me, Karen, Joe or yourself?"
I turned to look at Michelle for her response. Sitting next to me, I hadn't noticed how much her nipples had stiffened. They were swollen and hard. All I could think of at that moment was how she always wore very padded bras so that the outline of her nipples would never show through her clothing. But now here she sat with her nipples at their utmost attention, the size of small cherries - on full display for everyone in the room to look at - and Warren was looking often.
Chris then continued, "If you decide on either Karen or I having to remove our clothes, you'll do the honors of taking the bottms off. If you decide on Joe or yourself, Karen will remove them."
Michelle's face turned red. She was so confused and embarrassed knowing that the focus of the room was on her making a decision that would deprive someone of their clothing. I immediately knew what her answer would be - she wasn't having hers removed, and she wasn't removing Chris's. She wouldn't want to remove Karen's. That left one possibility. She would have no problem with me losing mine. She might even think of it as a payback for me putting her through this. When she spoke it confirmed my thought process.
"Joe," she stated. "Karen take off Joe's," she clarified. She then took a drink as Karen told me to come to her side of the table.
Karen gave a giggle as I walked to stand in front of her. Karen looked past me and gave Michelle a big smile. "I owe you lunch on Monday for letting me undress your hubby."
Karen was holding the joint. She hit it and then reached toward Warren. I intercepted it and took a hit. It had been 5 years since the last time I had smoked dope. I inhaled it and held it. I exhaled then hit it again before handing the joint to Michelle. She was looking at me, trying to figure out why I had just smoked the joint. Truth be told – I don’t know why, I just did it.
Karen gave me a smile and very slowly pulled the fabric away from my body and pulled the suit down to just below my balls. I was about 50% hard. Karen looked up at me and smiled. Then she said, "Oh Michelle, you lucky girl." Karen then made a kiss motion with her lips and stuck the tip of her tongue out slightly. Luckily, me standing in front of Karen, my back was to Michelle and she couldn’t see what was going on.
With one of her hands, Karen very lightly ran the tips of her finger tips from the head of my dick to my balls and then down to the suit and pushed it the rest of the way down my legs. There I stood before one of my wife's coworkers with an erection pointing right at her. She commented, "Very nice, Joe." I backed away and as I sat back down I noticed Michelle looking at my cock. It was growing more erect by the second.
I made my bounce with the quarter. I didn't hesitate saying, "Karen, you enjoyed me getting naked, why don't you do the same."
"You're not going to take them off of me?" she said in an innocent teasing voice.
Warren spoke up. "I will."
I glanced at Chris wondering if he would be upset. He never even blinked as Karen told Warren to come take them off of her then. Warren stood up and walked over and sat on the coffee table in front of her. She stood up and he spent little time peeling them down her legs. Her pubic hair was a very light brown, but it was shaved so that it was a 2 inch wide strip climbing from between her legs upward to about 3 inches above the top of her slit. I could see the faint outline of her slit and I could feel my heart quicken. I could also feel Michelle staring at me as I took in this beautiful vision.
It was Michelle's turn and she missed. I think that she tried to miss. I don't know what she would have dared anyone to do. Warren on the other hand finally made one of his bounces. He thought for a moment and then said to Michelle, "Time to finish getting naked Michelle."
Her shoulder slumped ever so slightly knowing that her time would eventually come.
"How about letting me choose who gets to take them off of her," I suggested. Her head whipped around to look at me in shock.
Before Michelle could say a word, Warren replied, "Sure." Her head spun back towards him.
"Michelle, you took off Warren’s so he gets to take the rest of your bathing suit off of you, stand in front of him," I said.
She just stared at me in disbelief for a moment. She squinted her eyes a bit as though she was trying to read deep inside of my thoughts I was giving another man permission to strip my wife naked. After a moment, she broke her stare from me and without any protest, stood up and stepped in front of Warren. He was not hiding his staring at her breasts and nipples which were eye level to him. I could see how tense she was as she stood there in front of him.
Warren reached up and hooked each of his index fingers over the top of the elastic waistband. He was deliberately slow in pulling it down. He lowered it so that just the top 1/2 inch of her pubic triangle was on display to him and halted there. He paused for a moment before slowly reaching around her waist to lower them some more. His face was so close to her pubic hairs that I didn't think he could possibly focus on them. He slid his hands inside the waistband in the rear and slowly slid his hands down across her cheeks, thus giving him a great feel of her very soft but well toned ass. She inhaled sharply as she felt his hands fully engulfing her cheeks. This caused her chest to protrude further.
Bringing his hands back around to the front, he again hooked two fingers over the waistband to both sides of her pubic hairs and gently grazed the hairs to the sides of her labia as he slid the garment down across her thighs. She flinched when the tips of his fingers made contact. He continued pushing the bottoms down very slowly until they freely dropped the rest of the way down her legs by themselves. My wife now stood completely naked in front of my best friend. She stood in front of him as he looked her up and down. She was dazed and didn't know what to do.
"Goddamn, your body is amazi..." he started to say.
This snapped her out of her daze and she quickly stepped out of the bottoms and sat back down on her chair between Warren and me. Just as quickly stood up and excused herself to the bathroom, which was an adjoining room behind the stairs.
After she was gone, Chris said, "Dude, your wife is smoking hot. Is she going to allow this to go to another level?"
I looked at Karen and thought how I would love to have sex with her. She was awaiting my response to Chris. I looked at him, "When she says 'no', that's the end. It's over."
"That's cool", said Chris. "And do you think she will say no?"
I continued, "Honestly, I'm shocked that it has gone as far as it has. I'm the only person she has ever been with."
Chris's eyes widened. “Seriously? Nobody else? Ever?" he asked excitedly.
I shook my head. “In fact, I’m probably the only person to ever see her naked until now, well, besides her doctor. The alcohol and weed are definitely playing a part in how things got as far as they have already.”
Warren interrupted, "Would it be cool if I turned my camcorder on?"
Chris said to go ahead. Warren didn't bother awaiting a response from me as he reached into his backpack and set a small hand held video camera up on a barstool. With his profession of being a videographer, Warren always had a camcorder or camera at the ready. Warren knew that Michelle would never allow this to be videotaped, so he put it where she wouldn't see it.
While Warren was doing that, Karen asked me, "Question for you Joe, what's the one thing that drives Michelle absolutely mad? What really gets her motor going?"
I didn't hesitate, "Her boobs. She loves when I kiss her boobs."
Karen smiled at me.
As Warren returned to his seat, Chris noticed that his eyes never left Karen. "You're liking what you see Warren?"
"Yeah. Your wife is gorgeous," was Warren's response as he looked at Karen.
Karen gave a soft giggle and blushed a bit as she said, "Thanks Warren." She looked at her husband, "I've got a fan."
Chris looked toward me and said, "I think you have more than one fan." He was right when he referred to me. He continued, “Karen whispered in my ear a few minutes ago asking permission to fuck you Joe. I told her if it happened, I’d be cool with it.”
I didn’t respond as I looked toward Karen. Our eyes met for a second and then she looked down at my dick and smiled. She then looked at Warren, “You too.” She smiled again. Then she leaned back a bit on the couch and put her feet on the coffee table. Using her index and middle finger she spread her pussy open. "Do you guys like what you see? Because it's yours as long as you share Michelle's pussy with him for a bit.”
I was caught off guard by that comment. Especially by the way she mentioned me sharing Michelle's pussy with Chris.
She stared at me then I said, “I guess, yeah. If Michelle agrees. But she has to agree though.”
“Oh, I can get her to agree," Karen said matter of factly, "But you just have to promise to let things play out and not interfere or try to keep things from progressing with her, okay?"
"Sure," I responded.
"Deal it is,” Karen said. “And Joe…” she paused for effect. “Just so you know what you can expect, Chris is pretty hardcore when it comes to sex. I can promise you one thing - when Chris fucks her, it's going to be like nothing she's ever experienced. It's going to blow her mind - and probably yours too." She smiled.
The way Karen was talking was completely foreign to me. I mean, I had never heard a female talk like this before. Swearing, yeah. But never like that.
Chris then stunned Warren and I by saying, “I also told Karen that she is to eat Michelle’s pussy for some added entertainment when I'm all done with it.”
Just the visualization sent a pulse to my dick. “Michelle will never allow that to happen. Never.”
“Sweety, you don’t worry about Michelle, leave her to me,” Karen said. “You just keep encouraging and ensuring her that whatever she does here today is okay with you. Do that and we’ll all have a good time, but most especially Michelle. She'll be so cock dizzy when Chris is done with her she won't want to stop me from cleaning the cum out of her cunt. I promise you boys that. You guys are all in for a very special time today.”
As though she hadn't shocked me enough she said, “When I'm all done, she’ll say that she’s never enjoyed getting her pussy eaten more. She'll be begging me to get under her desk at work.” She gave me a wicked smile.
Warren and I just looked at each other. Warren said, “I think I’m fucking dreaming.” He looked at Karen, “I definitely want to see that.”
“I'd like to do it,” Karen said. She then looked at me, "Joe, would you like to see me fuck your wife with my tongue?"
"Yes," was all I could muster.
She looked down at my dick which had gotten harder over the past minute, "So I see. Okay then, I guess we just need to get our girl worked up a little. Warren, I assume you've never kissed Michelle, am I right?" He shook his head. She smiled as she got up to get drinks for everyone. Just then Michelle emerged from the bathroom. Not wanting to walk back to us group of guys alone, she walked over to the cooler and assisted Karen in bringing beers to us guys. They also got a bottle of water for each of them. Then Michelle sat down.
I put my hand on her thigh, “You okay?”
At first she ignore me, the said, "Yes, I'm fine.” She sounded to have meant it, but I wasn't sure, I think she was pissed with me.
Seated once again Karen said, "I think it's my turn." She made her bounce. "I think it's time for my husband to take off his shorts. Michelle would you like to remove them for him?"
Michelle shook her head no.
"Ok then Chris, take them off yourself."
Chris stood up and removed his swim trunks. What caught my eye – as well everyone’s eyes - was how thick around his cock was. The length was 3" shorter than mine. But he wasn't even hard. And, it wasn't even pointing straight out. We all examined his cock. Karen's focus was on Michelle's face - to read her reaction. Michelle’s eyes were staring at it, but she didn’t seem all that impressed by it.
I thought back from a few moments earlier when Karen said that Chris didn’t just have sex, he had hardcore sex. I tried to imagine Michelle with that huge cock in her. I knew then that me fucking Karen today would never happen. Michelle's pussy was tight for me and I was nowhere near his thickness. It would be stretched to her absolute limit. There was no way she could handle a cock that big round.
Chris sat and picked up the quarter. He made it. "Karen honey, I would like you to give your admirer Warren a blow job for 1 minute."
From what Karen had just told me, I obviously knew the game was heading to a point of physical interaction..
I glanced at Michelle. She knew the game was probably heading in this direction also. I believe that's why she took her break in the bathroom - to compose herself and determine if she was going to continue playing. Her morals were having a battle with her sexual feelings. I also knew that she was doing all this because I had pressured her too.
Michelle – having a front row seat - never took her eyes off Karen as she went and got on her knees in front of Warren. Karen took Warren’s cock head into her mouth sealing her lips around the shaft and said, "Mmmmmmmm," around it. She began bobbing up and down on it taking it far into her mouth while her right hand pumped up and down the shaft. With her other hand, she was lightly massaging his balls.
Warren’s face showed that he was thoroughly enjoying this experience. At one point Warren glanced at Michelle and they made eye contact. I couldn't see the look on Michelle's face, but Warren was letting out short quick breaths and gave a little smile.
Warren’s hands went to Karen's head and held it softly as though encouraging the up and down movement on his cock.
Chris was watching the clock on the wall and announced, "Time!"
Karen released him from her mouth. As she looked up at Warren her right hand continued up the shaft and then took his cock head in her hands. She massaged it. "Did you enjoy?"
Warren nodded. "Oh hell yeah."
Karen leaned forward and gave his cock head a kiss. "Maybe I'll be back for more." She stood and returned to her seat.
Watching my wife, she was no longer being bashful about looking at Warren’s cock. She was now staring at it in its saliva coated state. The head of his cock was so swollen, the skin looked taut and smooth without a wrinkle on its surface. It was also very red. Michelle continues to stare at it, then her eyes turned up to Warren. He just smiled at her.
I picked up the quarter for my turn. I bounced it in. I knew that Michelle was in a sort of fog, so I didn't want to push her too far. I said, "Michelle and Karen, I would love to see you caressing each others breasts.”
Michelle didn't have time to react when Karen said, “Oh yay, fun.” She then stood and stepped around the table before Michelle.
Michelle, who never looked at me following my request, was helped to her feet by Karen. They stood facing each other for a moment and Karen took it upon herself to get things going. She reached down and grabbed Michelle's hands and put them softly on her breasts.
“Maybe we should do this somewhere else,” Michelle suggested, clearly uncomfortable touching another woman in front of us guys.
In a very comforting voice Karen said, “Oh my gosh Michelle. Don't be so shy. And besides, half the fun is having the boys watch. Guys really like this sort of thing. Besides, they’re our husbands - part of our job as wives is to make them happy."
"But Warr..."
Karen interupted her, "Warren doesn't have a wife to do this sort of thing for him. You even told me at work that you felt bad that Warren isn't dating anyone. If he's not dating anyone, then he rarely gets to enjoy looking at the female body Michelle. Do you know how much a guy likes seeing a pretty naked female? Warren is your friend, you can trust him. He's not going to tell anyone. If anybody should be hesitant about doing something in front of him it should be me, I hardly know him. Let him enjoy watching us. Okay?”
Michelle glanced to Warren and then back to Karen and gave a half nod. I was liking Karen more and more every second.
Michelle was definitely nervous. Karen lowered her voice and said softly, "Just relax." She then reached up and gently began to softly caress Michelle's breasts. Michelle took a sharp intake of breath. Her breasts are very sensitive.
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