Whoa!
When I stepped naked from the bathroom and strode into the living room of our small apartment, as I did every morning, I was shocked to discover that my wife, Brooke, was not the only one sitting on the couch in the living room. Beside her sat her best friend, Nikki, and, wow, was I giving her an eyeful!
Besides my slim and somewhat muscular body, I was showing a shrunken four-inch version of my eight-inch long cock which I knew was four inches more than my wife was comfortable with me showing her best friend.
Doing a one-eighty, I headed back into the bathroom, admittedly showing them my ass but, appropriately, shielding their view of my dick. I darted back the way I had come as quickly as possible.
Giggling female laughter followed me into the bathroom and through the quickly closed door. At least my wife was laughing and not yelling, I realized. She was a pretty easygoing lady but I feared I might have accidentally crossed a line with that one. So, I was relieved.
I went to grab my robe and discovered that it was not where I usually left it. Damn! I had obviously used it at an earlier time and not brought it back. I considered wrapping a towel around my waist but, deciding that more coverage was in order, I instead shouted to my wife through the door, "Brooke? Can you get my robe?"
More laughter filtered through the door and then I heard, "Sure, James. Hang on, babe."
After a moment the door opened and Brooke's tossed me my robe. We lived in Florida so it was not a big terry cloth sort of thing; instead it was a very light and very thin dark blue robe. Still, it covered me better than a towel would have. I put it on, cinched the belt firmly so I wouldn't accidentally give anyone another show, and tried venturing out into the living room again.
My wife was standing in the center of our small living room, smiling at me, while her friend, Nikki, sat on the couch where I had last seen her. Both women wore plain tee shirts, my wife's yellow and Nikki's orange, sandals, and denim cutoffs. We lived near the beach so it was a look I saw all the time.
"You could have warned me that we had company," I complained.
She smiled at me again. She had a killer smile. She said, "I did, but obviously you didn't hear me over the sound of the shower."
Nikki volunteered, "I wasn't offended, James, if that's what you're worried about." She had a little smirk on her lips.
"See? No harm done. I'm going to take a shower before Nikki and I head out to the beach." Gesturing to the couch across from Nikki, Brooke added, "Can you be a doll and keep her company until I get out?"
"Sure," I said. I couldn't deny Brooke anything.
Brooke is what most men would call their dream girl. Five-three, one-ten, big brown eyes, long blond hair, and perfectly-formed firm full c-cup tits. She was slim, but not bony, tanned, but not too dark. She had full pouty lips and a cute little nose. She looked like the girl next door and a, albeit short, supermodel at the same time. Personality-wise, she was vivacious, confident, and naturally sexy. Overall, she was just the cutest damn thing in the whole world.
How I had gotten so lucky as to get her to marry me was a mystery. Sure, I guess some considered me attractive. I was moderately in shape and, though I didn't have a lot of money, I had no problem with anything Brooke wanted us to do.
For example, just the day before, we had gone to dinner and a play. The stupid play was so fucking boring, but I didn't give a shit. Brooke looked beautiful in her red dress, which had cost us half our monthly income to purchase. It was worth every damn penny.
In fact, that's why it was ten in the morning and I was just then showering; we had gotten home so late.
"Great," she replied, giving me a quick kiss and slipping into the bathroom.
I took a deep breath and gave Nikki a wry smile.
She smiled back at me a genuine toothy grin and asked, "You're not coming with us?"
"Nah," I said, sitting on the couch across from her. Our apartment was small. In fact, it contained only four rooms; the bathroom, living room, kitchen, and bedroom. I considered heading to the bedroom to throw on some clothes but I figured that would be rude to Nikki. Besides, Brooke asked me to keep her company and spending half that time in the bedroom hunting for clothes did not qualify. "I'm just going to relax and play some video games. You heading for the beach a little early aren't you?"
She shook her head and said, "No, we like to spend time talking and if we go too late we can't stay as long because the sun gets too strong."
"So you go to the beach to talk, not get a tan?" I asked as I heard the shower begin to run in the bathroom.
She laughed, "Yeah, and meet guys."
"Oh?" I asked, wondering if I should be concerned about Brooke's time at the beach.
Nikki could see my concern. She said, "Don't worry, Brooke's not looking. She's already met a great guy. I'm the only one looking to hook up."
I was relived and accepted the compliment with only a smile. I asked, "You aren't seeing Chet anymore?"
She held up her hand to her forehead with her thumb and forefinger in the shape of an L. "Loser," she said.
I laughed and then asked, "What did he do?"
She thought about that for a second and then said, "Well, like most guys I've gone out with, he was much more concerned with coming on me than coming with me."
I coughed, nearly choking on my own tongue. Nikki was always surprising me with her brazenness. Quickly collecting myself, I finally managed to say, "You just need to pick better guys."
"Yeah," she replied, thoughtfully. There was a moment of silence between us and then Nikki said, "I'm a little bummed you're not coming with us."
"Oh?"
