My wife Cindy and her lover Tom were whispering back and forth. I was only 7 feet away but couldn't make out what they saying. I saw Cin laugh a couple times glancing at me and shaking her head. "I don't believe it," she said to Tom. "You're on."
How it all began:
Tom. What can I say about Tom? He's a man's man. A Real Man. Robust, confident, gregarious. Tom is handsome, smart, funny and charismatic. But most of all, Tom is cool. He is everything I wished I was.
It was his charisma that attracted me to him when I first met him at my favorite local watering hole. It was happy hour and the place was crowded. He sidled up beside me and asked if I minded his company. I did not.
He introduced himself and I told him my name is John.
"Nice to meet you johnnie," he said patting me on my back. "You seem to be the only cool guy here this evening.
I didn't correct him. I liked it that he called me johnnie. I accepted johnnie from my immediate family but insisted that everyone else call me John. For some reason it felt good to me when Tom called me johnnie. Somehow it felt as though we were conspiring together as old friends.
But most of all he said I seemed to be the coolest guy in the bar. Me. Cool. All my life I'd been what some would call the antithesis of cool. I am on the short side at 5' 7" and my weight at 135 mostly comes from my fat bottom and hips too wide for a male.
Cool? Me? I never played sports because who likes being chosen last when teams are made? What cool guy wore cheap and second-hand clothes through high school? What cool guy studies through Junior College and then the State College never having been invited to a Frat party or anything on the social side of college life?
But Tom thought I was cool and that was cool with me.
We drank and talked and almost immediately I saw things in Tom, about him that I lacked. "Maybe," I thought. "Maybe if I hang around him enough some of those qualities might rub off on me."
I invited Tom home with me to meet my wife. I won't dwell on how easy it was for Tom to bed her. Seeing Cindy sit along side Tom as I served drinks and prepared dinner, I had to admire the way they became friendly so quickly. Once I peeked in to tell them that their salads were ready and smiled when I saw Tom with his arm around my wife and her hand in his lap.
Maybe I should have been jealous and thrown a hissy-fit but Cindy was happy and Tom, like I said, he has charisma that is absolutely magnetic. And if I made a fuss it wouldn't be cool. Plus, it made me proud that he would find my wife attractive. I was happier still that Cindy found Tom to be pleasant company. She detested most of my friends off-hand before even trying to get to know them.
I pretended not to notice that during our meal, Cin had her bare foot in Tom's lap. I saw it when I dropped my napkin and bent down to retrieve it. Both Cindy and Tom looked at me when I sat back up. I just smiled back at them. That was me being a cool dude.
I did the dishes as usual and Tom and Cindy went back to the love seat. I heard nothing but inwardly I was pleased. I finally brought a friend home, one Cindy seemed to welcome.
As I finished the dishes, I heard Cin ask me to bring her another glass of wine. When I asked Tom, he said he preferred scotch. I brought Cindy her wine and apologized to Tom. "We don't have any scotch Tom. Can I get you a bourbon or something?"
"No thanks man. It's cool."
"Run down to the liquor store John. Show our guest you can be a good host."
Cindy was right. I left immediately apologizing again. As the door closed I thought I heard her giggle.
15 minutes later I returned with a nice 12 year old single malt. I heard the music playing as I put my key in the lock.
"Glenn Fiddich coming right up Tom," I said hurrying to the kitchen. Cin and Tom were dancing to a slow love song, "Feelings" by Morris Albert.
I held Tom's scotch rocks waiting until the song and their dance ended. "Thanks johnnie," he said patting me on my back. "Appreciatory dude. You're one cool dude."
I beamed at his compliment.
He joined Cindy on the love seat again and I sat in the recliner across from them. Once again Tom put his arm out and my wife snuggled against him. "You're a lucky guy johnnie. Your wife is beautiful. Nice ass, great tits. Soft lips. Man I bet she could suck a softball through a garden hose."
Who could have resisted laughing along with him? Cindy couldn't. She laughingly played at punching him in the arm and that started a mock wrestling match between the pair.
Tom soon had Cindy down on the floor on top of him. She tried to pin him but he flipped her over on her back and knelt over her breasts. I could see the bulge in his trousers as could Cin. It was impressive and it was very close to her face.
He stayed like that for a minute or so before announcing himself the winner and getting up. Reaching down he held his hand out to my wife who took it and let him help her up. "To the winner go the spoils," she said and kissed him on his lips.
I watched amazed that my wife would kiss him so shortly after meeting him. She always tells me she doesn't like to kiss like that. I'm satisfied to receive a peck on the cheek when I've pleased her.
But I was playing it cool and said and did nothing.
Their kiss lingered longer than I thought proper and I saw Tom's large hands reach behind my wife and cup both buttocks, pulling her tight into him. Likewise, one of her hands circled his waist, the other went around his neck.
"Hey you two. Get a room," I joked.
They broke apart and Cin looked at me, "Good idea johnnie, " she said using the diminutive of John. Taking Tom's hand she pretended to lead him to our bedroom.
He pulled her back and sat at the same time. Cindy ended up in Tom's lap and made no effort to move.
My dick, which my wife says is too small for a grown man grew hard watching them resume their kissing. Tom was looking at me over my wife's shoulder and winked.
I could only smile back and adjusted my erection.
Tom reached under Cin's blouse and with a deftness I had to admire, he unclasped her bra. Many were the times she would grow impatient with me as I fumbled with the triple hooks until she finally had to remove the thing herself.
I could have said something and perhaps I should have. But I was so tuned on watching that my breath was ragged and my heart pounding. And besides, it would not have been cool.
I saw my wife shrug her blouse off her shoulders and releasing Tom, let her bra join it on the floor. Then she unbuttoned Tom's shirt and pressed her breasts against his broad and hairy chest. I envied his manly look. My body had only peach fuzz on my chest and very little of that. Hell, even my pubic bush was more like sparse web of spider silk, so fine was the hair down there. I wondered if Tom's was the same.
Tom whispered into Cin's ear and both looked at me. "Enjoying the show, you little pervert,?" my wife asked.
"Hey bud, could you get me another scotch? Your wife made me work up a thirst."
My hard on was evident as I rose to fetch Tom another drink. Cin giggled at my embarrassment. Taking his glass from him I went to the kitchen as Cin was sliding down off his lap onto the floor at his feet.
When I get back, the first thing I noticed was my wife's head bobbing up and down and a Tom sitting back with a satisfied expression on his face.
I walked slowly over standing quietly listening to my wife slurp and suck Tom's cock. I glanced down to see poking out of the hole in his boxer shorts a magnificent specimen of manhood Cindy was holding in her hand. At least 4" extended above her grasp as her tongue washed the large purple head.
Finally Tom noticed me there with his drink. He grinned and gave me a thumbs up. I answered in kind as I stood watching my wife give him a noisy, passionate blow job.
Then the thought occurred to me and I had to ask, "Are you going to fuck him honey,?"
