The four of us were just sitting around shooting the breeze on a Saturday night. We'd been drinking wine coolers all day and Margueritas since about six o'clock. As the time swept on toward nine, the talk turned definitely sexual.
Steve and his wife Angela had been our friends for about three years. Steve, a solid, good looking blond guy was a jet mechanic for a large airline. He stood about 6-foot-one and had to weigh in at close to 200 pounds. All of it, I was sure, was muscle. Angela was a blousy kind of broad. She was sweet, but not incredibly gifted upstairs. What she lacked in brilliance was made up for in her stature. She looked like she'd stepped out of one of those girlie magazines my husband used to read when we were first married. She had dark, curly hair that fell half-way down her back. Her eyes were cobalt blue and shone with a joy of life that was undeniable.
I had no doubt that my husband, Kevin, had the hots for Angela. The only thing that kept Kevin from making a four-engine rush on her was the knowledge that Steve would rip him limb from limb if he ever tried it. Kevin was shorter than Steve by nearly half a head. He stood about 5' 10" and weighted somewhere around 170. He was my college sweetheart. His shock of dark hair, winning smile and quick sense of humor bowled me over. We were married three months after I earned my BS in psychology. Kevin had his MBA and worked with an accounting firm in one of those downtown skyscrapers.
I'm Kelsey. Kevin and I have been married for four years. I've got blonde hair, cut shortish because it's easy to take care of. I'm 5' 5" and 118 pounds. My figure is kind of pear-shaped; smallish breasts (34s) and hips I think are too wide (37). Kevin says he likes it that way. It gives him hips he can hold onto. Good for child-bearing, he jokes with me.
"What's your most fascinating feature?" Kevin asked Angela.
"That's easy," Steve interjected. "Her eyes."
"That's what you think," Kevin told Steve. "I want to know what Angela thinks about herself."
"My hair," Angela said. "What's yours?"
"Mine?" Kevin was taken aback. "I would have to say my mind."
"That's a load of crap," I burst in. "It's your ass, man." That brought roars of laughter from the group.
"I don't ever think I looked at his ass," Steve quipped.
"It's not the kind of thing guys notice," I said. "Stand up, Kevin," I commanded my husband. "Let Angela get a load of your ass. Let her decide."
Angela kind of giggled as Steve stood in front of her.
"It is kind of cute," she admitted.
"But is it better than my brain?" Kevin asked her.
"I don't know," Angela answered. "I couldn't hold on to your brain."
"Oh, ho!" I called out. "You've been grabbing his ass?"
Angela blushed crimson. "No, I have not!" she said, defensively.
"What do you think your best feature is," Steve asked me.
"Well, it's not my hips, that's for sure," I said. "Way too large."
"They're not," Kevin chipped in. "She obsesses about her hips."
"And, it's not my tits, because they're too small," I continued.
"I don't think they're too small," Angela told the group.
"I think they're perfect," Kevin agreed.
"Maybe my back," I volunteered. "Kevin says he loves to look at my back."
"Show us," Steve challenged.
I looked at Kevin. He shrugged. "Yeah, sure, okay," he said.
I turned my back to the group and lifted my shirt over my head. I hadn't worn a bra that day because we were staying in. The full expanse of my back was exposed to everyone in the room.
Steve said softly, "I never thought of a back as sexy before. That one definitely is." He reached up and trailed his fingers across the skin. It sent shivers throughout my body.
"Hey!" Angela protested.
"Come here, baby," Steve told his wife. "Touch this. Really. It's smooth, and soft, but firm underneath. Come on."
I felt Angela's tentative touch. She raked her fingers down the left side, and sparks seemed to fly throughout my body. I shuddered, and the juices began to flow, you know, down there.
"Do you give her back rubs?" Angela asked Kevin, her fingers trailing lightly over my exposed skin..
"I used to," he admitted. "But we had to stop."
"Why?" Angela wanted to know. Her fingernails scratched softly at my skin.
"It makes her cum," my husband confessed.
"All right," I said, pulling my top back over my head. "This is getting out of hand."
I looked into Angela's deep blue eyes. There was something there I'd never seen before. It made me both uncomfortable and excited at the same time. I felt like I had to break the spell or we'd be headed for trouble.
"Okay," I said, turning to face the group, "who's left? Steve. What's your best feature?"
"That's easy," he said, grabbing the bottom of his polo shirt and ripping it over his head. He flexed his muscles. His hairless chest stood out in perfect symmetry. Unthinking, my hand reached out toward him. I stopped not an inch before I made contact. I looked at Angela, seated in the recliner, leaning forward.
"Fair's fair," she said. "He touched your back."
My fingers crossed the inch distance and Steve's warm skin and firm musculature were under my hands in a second. I pressed and caressed, tracing the outlines of the bulges and valleys.
"Oh, my," I whispered. The next thing I knew, Angela was beside me, her hands joining mine in caressing her husband's chest.
"Isn't he spectacular?" she said. "I don't let him wear any clothes at home," she confessed, just so I can watch these babies ripple and move."
"Really?" I was amazed.
"Yeah," she giggled. "Neither of us wears clothes at home. He says he likes to see me, too."
"You guys must go at it all the time, then," Kevin chimed in.
"Mostly," Angela giggled.
"So, you both go naked in your house?" I asked. "All the time?"
"Except when there's company, you know," Angela answered, her hand rubbing across her husband's firm abs. Then she retreated, sitting down next to Kevin on the sofa.
"Maybe I should put my shirt back on," Steve offered.
