"Did you prepare the table?" shouted Linda, from the kitchen.
"Yes, everything is ready," I replied, placing the last wine glass on the table.
"Good boy," she praised me, coming into the living room through a small alcove between the rooms.
Looking at my beautiful wife all made up, I couldn't help but smile to myself. I was so lucky to have her. Her long blonde hair that were usually straight, were now forming gentle waves. Her dark brown eyes, emphasized by black eyeliner were looking at me from underneath her long eyelashes. "I've got everything ready in the kitchen too," her red-colored lips turned into a pout as she blew me a kiss.
She was wearing a white blouse, that was hugging her figure tightly. It was cut low, leaving a small piercing, decorating her belly button, exposed to my probing eyes. In contrast to her blouse she wore a black two layered skirt. The lace layer was long, reaching all the way down to her ankles. On top of which was a short full layer which reached just above her knees.
Although she would never say it, we both knew that she was going all out to top her best friend in looks. A sort of an unspoken game between them. In my eyes though, Linda would win even if she did not try at all.
Her friend insistent on having a game night tonight because, she was really excited to introduce a new friend she met a while ago. I felt my stomach turn at the thought.
As always, Linda immediately picked up on it. "Tonight will be fun, you will see," she told me soothingly, pulling me into a hug.
"I sure hope so," I replied jokingly, trying to hide the nervousness that was building inside of me. I had nothing against our plans tonight, I just never felt very comfortable in groups. Mainly when it's with people that I didn't know that well. I knew Rachel, Linda's bestie, well enough but I've never felt like we really clicked. If anything, I always felt judged by her, as if she was still evaluating after all these years whether I am good enough for Linda or not. Her friend was yet another source for my worries. He was complete mystery for both me and Linda.
Just as I was thinking of finally starting this night so it's soon over with, the doorbell rang. Opening the door, Rachel immediately rushed in to hug Linda.
"Hi Mike," she smiled at me briefly, quickly turning her attention to the man standing next to her. "So, this is John," she announced cheerfully.
Being relatively short myself, I had to turn my head up to look into his eyes, which were looking back at me intently. I could tell he was judging me but his rough features didn't tell me what he was thinking at all.
I guess that's something he and Rachel have in common.
I thought to myself. But as far as I could see, that was where the similarities ended. While Rachel wasn't exactly small nor skinny, she was not the opposite by any means either. Her build was just normal. With curly red hair, glasses on her nose and freckles covering her face, she gave of a stereotypically smart vibe though in reality she could be very wild. She was in her early 30s, same as Linda, and she did not look a day older.
On the other hand John was obviously way older, easily in his 50s. His hair was visibly starting to gray, with only few strands still purely retaining their former black color. Easily being the tallest of us, he was also easily the heaviest of us. I wouldn't call him fat, but he had very thickset build with a bit of a beer belly going on.
After Rachel introduced us, John shook our hands with a warm-hearted smile. "Pleasure to meet you both," he said in a deep voice. Then turning towards Linda, he continued: "Looking at you, I can tell why Rachel calls you her best friend. I can feel a very compassionate aura around you. You're kind natured. You're also very strong and confident, aren't you? I would be surprised if you weren't successful in whatever you set your mind to."
I could see Linda's eyebrow raised during his assessment of her. "Ehm, I am..." she tried to reply but Rachel interrupted her excitedly. "Isn't he amazing? I didn't tell him much of anything about you. And yet he read you like a book."
Seeing the discomfort on my wife's face, I decided to quickly move the night forward. "Why don't we go sit down in the living room?"
"Good idea," John patted my back, moving further into our apartment. Sitting down in the middle of the couch, I sat down on his right side, while Rachel sat down on his left. My wife went through the kitchen, bringing a plate with all kinds of cheese and a bottle of wine and then took her favorite spot in the armchair.
While eating snacks and sipping on our wine, the conversation was moving smoothly, with Rachel and Linda at the helm for the most part.
"We met few months ago. I think I told you about him before, remember?" Rachel turned to Linda.
"Yes, yes, I remember. You told me you met a very interesting guy," she nodded. "And you two are like, together?"
"Oh no, not together. We're just good friends," Rachel replied, giving me a strange look. I raissed my eyebrow questioningly but she just turned back to Linda.
Not really a surprise. He could be her dad.
I realized.
"Do you have a girlfriend John? I do not see a ring so I assume you're not married."
"No no, not married. And no, I am single. Been a while since I've been with anyone actually. My last relationship didn't go that well, so I've been keeping to myself."
"Aww, I am sorry to hear that. But I am sure you will find someone special soon!"
"I believe I already did actually. But only time will tell if it works out."
"Fingers crossed!"
Contrary to his appearance, we found John to be very charming and pleasant company. He had many stories to share with us, though most of them very hard to believe. And as the night went on, the stories started to get more and more explicit.
"Many many years ago, when me and my sister used to live together, she invited few of her girl friends for a sleepover. I remember I went to the toilet that night and I met one of her friends in the hall. I was half asleep so it took me a while before I realized something was wrong. You see, I like to sleep naked. And at the time I was taking this medication, which had a side effect of making my penis look larger. So I was standing there in front of her, buck naked and with enlarged penis. And she couldn't take her eyes of off it," John laughed. "You can probably imagine the kind of rumors that started to spread about me back then. Big John they called me.
"Oh my," Linda let out a gasp, which made John laugh even more. "I am sorry, I did not expect to hear that tonight," she blushed.
"Sorry if it was too forward. The wine is making me talkative," John grinned, nudging me gently with his elbow.
It was then that I realized I have been staring at his crotch since the moment he uttered the words Big John. "Oh, it's-it's fine by me," I stuttered, turning towards the snacks on the table.
"You must have been quite popular than," Linda quarried.
"I suppose so, yes," he turned his attention to her again. "I was a bit of a player to be honest. I had many partners. Some of them weren't exactly single. And to be honest I wasn't always either."
As they talked and giggled, I felt my eyes once again drawn to his crotch. I could see a slight outline of what must have been his cock. And it looked very big. Shaking my head, I tried to get the image out of my head but it kept coming back. Taking a big gulp of wine, I did my best to listen to the conversation again.
The night was slowly coming to an end. At this point it was mostly just Rachel and Linda chatting about the old days. "You're a lucky guy, Linda is an amazing woman," John spoke to me.
