My wife asked my hefty buddy, Ian, to spend the night at our place, as it was late. Because he was a big guy, my wife insisted on him taking our marital bed. I had no problem with this but was surprised to hear my wife say she would be fine sharing the bed with my buddy. She said she didn’t want to give up the bed, and as long as she cuddled up with Ian, she would fit in there with him just fine.
I couldn’t sleep very well because Ian was breathing very loudly while a wet stroking sound came from the bed. At one point, the bed began to shake in rhythm with that weird wet stroking sound and Ian’s breathing. Another strange sound came from the bed, this one sounded like the noise your mouth makes when you pop something thick out of it, like a Popsicle.
Finally, the noises and bed-shaking stopped, but not before Ian grunted. As he did, some thick white substance shot out from the bed and splattered all over my face. Though they tried to conceal it, I could hear Ian and my wife laughing, though I’m not sure what was so funny…
I asked Laryssa why she didn’t clarify the situation, but she said they immediately got sidetracked with something else. She then went straight to the bathroom and began brushing her teeth.
“Where were you guys?” I asked my wife. I lost her in the crowd at a frat party we were at. “I couldn’t see you anywhere.”
“Oh Mikey, the big man on campus,” My wife responded. “He was giving me the grand tour of the frat house. That kid’s gonna be a big asset to the community.”
My buddy Jeff was down on his luck, unemployed and almost homeless. I let him stay with my wife and I, rent-free, and my wife got him a job at the bar she ran. A week later, he bet everyone he could get his big dick in my wife’s mouth by month’s end.
My assistant, Lubi, and my girlfriend, Laryssa, made small talk completely enamored with each other, so much so that they forgot I was standing an inch away from them.
Lubi elbowed me and asked why I hadn’t mentioned that my girl was so “smokin’ hot”, making Laryssa blush.
When Lubi left, my girlfriend wouldn’t stop talking about the kid. She was talking about him to me like I was one of her gal pals. As if that wasn’t bad enough, my girlfriend asked me for my assistant’s phone number, which I begrudgingly handed over. I didn’t want to come across as a jealous boyfriend, despite my girl fawning over some kid she had just met.