A big group of us from the Berkeley Tennis Club went up to the Claremont for drinks one Saturday evening. We were out on that gorgeous veranda, high in the Oakland Hills, watching the sunset over San Francisco Bay. I was still feeling the sting from having lost yet again to Eric and Tom in doubles and was trying to drown my sorrows in a vodka tonic.
“Yes, you and Pattie really took it in the ass today, didn’t you, Simon?” Eric asked me loudly. Everyone broke out laughing.
“My god you are crude,” laughed my wife Shannon. She twirled a lock of her curly blonde hair between her fingers as she smiled at him over her bare shoulder, her ivory skin exposed by her strapless blouse which showed off her nice breasts. He had budged in right next to her at the table, much to my annoyance, and he seemed to be looking at her cleavage every chance he got.
“What a crass way to put it,” commented Ann, Shannon’s double’s partner. She was sitting across from us and eyeing Eric with frank lust in her eyes. He was tall and muscular, jet black hair in his mid-40’s with those shockingly white teeth from which emerged the filthiest language. Rumor had it that he had bedded several of the wives at the club. Shannon wasn’t the only woman at the table who kept looking at him. I had to admit I was a little jealous of the attention he received.
“Please don’t call me ‘Pattie’, Eric,” complained Patrick, my good friend and long time tennis partner. Patrick was a chubby fellow with rosy cheeks and a ready smile. He was generally jolly and good natured, but his one pet peeve was being called “Pattie.” So of course Eric never failed call him that. “And yes, it was painful losing to you guys YET AGAIN. I wish you would just close us out in straight sets, I hate the way you play cat and mouse with us, letting us have a game here and there to give us false hope before breaking our serve and crushing us.”
“Don’t cry Pattie, it’s unmanly,” said Patrick. He took a drink of his single malt scotch with the big single block of ice in it. “You two are just natural losers, I can’t help that. You simply don’t have the force of will or the mental toughness to beat us.”
The table broke out in nervous laughter.
“Ouch,” laughed Tom, Eric’s buddy and fellow douchebag.
“Ho, ho, big talk,” said my wife. “You think just because you can beat my husband at tennis that makes you a winner and him a loser? There is more to life than tennis you know.” I didn’t like the way she stroked her bare collarbone as she looked at him, gently with just the tips of her fingers, as though she were picturing HIM touching her there.
“Shannon, are you wearing a bra?” asked Eric. He stared directly at my wife’s big breasts.
More laughter and hooting from the table.
“Eric, you are terrible,” said Shannon, suppressing a smile. “Of course I am. How could you say such a thing?”
“I can see that your nipples are hard, and your boobs look really bouncy,” said Eric.
My wife looked down at her own chest and pulled her top up self-consciously. Her cheeks were coloring. “Oh my god, don’t look at my nipples, Eric. How dare you!”
A few of the other guys were sniggering around the table. We were into our third or fourth round of drinks at this point and propriety was starting to decay.
“I can’t believe you let your wife walk around without a bra like that, Simon,” Eric said. “It’s like she’s advertising that she’s available for sex.”
Shannon covered her face with her hands as the table laughed raucously.
“Shannon’s boobs do look particularly abundant tonight. She must be in the fertile part of the month,” put in Tom
“Can you guys stop talking about my wife’s breasts, please?” I said. I shook the ice in my glass and peered to see if I had any booze left. I tilted it way back until the ice tapped my nose, but only got a small dribble of watered down vodka. I motioned to the waitress to bring another.
“Thank you honey, my goodness,” said Shannon, patting my shoulder. Her face was red, but her eyes were shining with excitement. I think she actually liked the attention and I would swear that her nipples got even harder, protruding vulgarly through the thin material of her blouse.
“Yes, do try to keep things classy, gents,” said Fred, the president of the tennis club. He was a thin older fellow with a mustache and wire framed glasses, feathered back 80’s hairstyle that made him look like a psycho killer. I noticed him staring at Shannon’s boobs as he said this and I shot him a dirty look. But he just ignored me and licked his lips distractedly as he ogled my wife.
“Oh, are you fertile right now, Shannon?” asked Eric with interest.
“Oh my gosh,” Shannon just stared at Ann across the table and jerked a thumb in Eric’s direction. “Can you believe this guy?”
Ann laughed. “He’s such a cad, isn’t he?”
Shannon gave Eric a shy glance. “You are SUCH a cad.”
Eric just pursed his lips arrogantly and took another drink. “You know I read an article the other day about a study that showed women are more attracted to alpha males during their fertile period.”
“Omigosh, I was just reading that!” gasped Ann excitedly. She fished her phone out of her purse. “I have it right here. Quote: The findings fit with the theory that men who are more masculine would have produced fitter offspring in the ancestral period when reproductive hormones first evolved.”
A few of the other men around the table grumbled a bit at that, but the women generally seemed to be nodding along in agreement.
“That’s ridiculous, we aren’t cave people, Eric,” I said. I spilled a bit of my fresh drink down the front of my shirt as I lifted it drunkely to my mouth.
“Yeah, and what makes you think you are such an alpha male?” my wife asked Eric, turning her torso toward him in a way that made her breast jut out even further.
He started blatantly at her chest for a moment, taking his time to answer. “I’m sorry, what was the question?”
The table broke out in lecherous laughter. My wife slapped Eric’s chest playfully.
“You are so bad, stop looking at my boobs like that, you are making me self-conscious,” she said.
“Shannon, when you don’t wear a bra, men are going to look at your tits and they are going to think that you signalling a need to get fucked,” said Eric. He looked over at me. “Simon, when’s the last time you gave Shannon a proper shagging. Like a real rough one, push her face in the pillow sort of fuck?”
The table was consumed with a bought of nervous giggling. Ann was wiping tears of mirth from her eyes.
Shannon covered her face again and Eric slipped his arm around the back of her shoulders.
“Um, that’s inappropriate,” I said. I could feel my own face getting hot now. I wanted to tell him to take his arm from around my wife, but I didn’t quite know how to say it.
“Simon takes very good care of me in the bedroom,” said Shannon. She patted my knee. Then she leaned into his arm a bit. “And stop accusing me of not wearing a bra. I told you over and over that I AM wearing a bra.”
Eric ran his hand up and down my wife’s back. “You are lying, Shannon, I don’t feel any bra strap.”
“Oh my god,” said Shannon. Her face went back into her hands.
“Busted!” giggled Anne and the other women at the table gasped and started laughing.
Eric kept rubbing my wife’s back and wagged his eyebrows at me. “You want me to service your wife for you, Simon? She’s clearly begging for it.”
“I am not!” said Shannon. She put her hands on the table and leaned forward as Eric started kneading her shoulders. “Ugh, that does feel good though. Yeah, right there, a little harder, oh I’m so tight.”
A few people at the table exchanged looks. I felt like crawling under a rock, this was so embarrassing to have this arrogant prick putting his hands on my wife and having her cooing with pleasure.
Eric put his mouth to her ear. “I’ll give it to you a LOT harder,” he muttered just loud enough for me to hear. “But it better be tight.”
“Big talk,” said Shannon with a grin.
“Hey now!” I complained, but I didn’t know how to stop him.
Then Eric dug his fingers up under her shoulder blades and she moaned. “Oh, that’s so good.”
“Here, put both your hands behind your back,” Eric told my wife.
“Wait, why?” she asked dreamily. She was lost in the bliss of his back rub.
“It’s like a stretch. You will feel it in your shoulders,” he said.
“Oh, ok,” Shannon put her hands behind her back.
Eric clamped a big hand over my wife’s wrists, gripping them both behind her back.
“Ouch,” she said. “Oh, what are you doing?”
“I’m constraining you,” he said.
“Let her go, Eric,” I said. I could feel my armpits growing damp.
“She needs a real man at this time of the month, Simon, and you just aren’t up to the task,” he said.
The table broke out in nervous titters.
“Um, you are kind of hurting me, Eric,” my wife told him.
“Oh, I’m sorry baby,” he said. “Here, does this make it better?” He jerked her wrists backward, causing her chest to jut forward. Then he reached up and started squeezing her right boob.
Shannon yelped with pain and then broke out giggling. “You filthy beast! Let me go!”
Our friends started shouting in outrage, “That’s going too far!”
“I think you are hurting her!”
I grabbed Eric’s hand and tried to pry it off my wife’s wrists, but his grip was too strong.
Then he suddenly pulled down the front of her blouse, allowed her big white boobs to come flopping out onto the table. He pinched first one pink nipple and then the other as my wife shrieked and struggled to get free. The table erupted in chaos, chairs were falling back as everyone jumped to their feet. Patrick helped me yank Eric’s hands off my wife’s wrists finally and Shannon quickly pulled her top back up.
I went to punch him but he knocked my arm aside with disdain. I recalled that he had studied Krav Maga or something. Shannon stepped between us and pushed me back.
“Don’t, honey! Don’t do something rash. He might hurt you,” my wife said.
The manager of the restaurant came running over with a security guard in tow.
“Is everything alright here, folks? There seems to be some sort of disturbance,” he was a sweaty Mexican fellow in a tight fitting jacket. The security guard was a short young black guy with bloodshot eyes who stank of cannabis.
“Oh, no, everything is fine. Some of us have had a bit too much to drink is all and are getting rambunctious,” said Shannon. She was pushing me back with one hand, still standing between Eric and I.
“Oh, well, please try not to disturb the other guests,” said the manager, bending over with effort to pick up my wife’s chair. He set it upright with a grunt. The security guard looked relieved and walked away. The manager turned to watch him go and seemed about to call him back but then he paused. He looked at our party, a group of well dressed white people, looked at Eric’s gleaming smile and shrugged in resignation before walking away.
“That was really out of hand, Eric, you owe Shannon an apology,” said Fred.
“I told you she wasn’t wearing a bra, Fred,” said Eric.
A few of the guys in the group started giggling until the women shushed them. Shannon stared at Eric with a look of bemusement and shook her head. She crossed her arms over her boobs to hide her nipples.
“That’s not the fucking point, Eric,” I shouted. “You basically molested my wife in front of the entire club. Everyone saw it.”
“Big deal, she probably enjoyed giving the boys a thrill. I think she likes getting handled rough,” he said.
“You bastard, I ought to knock your teeth in,” I screamed. I felt the veins pulsing in my neck, but my gut was flipping. I didn’t feel capable of knocking Eric out, in fact, I was pretty sure he would wreck me in a fight.
“Try to relax yourself dear,” said Shannon, patting my shoulder. She shrugged. “So he got a little carried away. There is no harm done, I’m sure the boys did get a thrill out of it.” She glanced around meekly at the men standing around.
“I can’t believe you are being so casual about this, he pulled your boobs out and groped them!”
“Um, yeah,” said my wife and I watched her face in horror as she bit her lip. Was she getting aroused? I couldn’t believe her.
“Well, we are out of here! Come on, let’s go,” I said.
“Wait, wait,” begged Shannon. “I don’t want the night to end on a sour note like this. Can’t we just all sit down and have another drink? Next round is on Eric.” She turned to Eric. “And you try to behave yourself, mister.”
Eric just looked at her with narrowed eyes and a wolfish smile.
“Ahem,” said Shannon. “Now, you apologize to my husband, Eric, and you two shake and make up.”
“Shannon!” I complained.
She slipped behind me and pushed me toward Eric who extended his hand.
“No hard feelings?” he said.
I was about to slap his hand away but everyone was watching and I felt that they wanted to put this episode behind us and get back to drinking. So I swallowed my pride and took his hand. To my surprise, he didn’t try to crush it, but just shook it firmly.
“I am really sorry about that,” he said.
“You should be,” I said. I had trouble making eye contact as his stare bored into me.
“We need to walk you through this process more gently,” Eric added.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked. But I had a sinking sensation inside. I felt light headed. I think I knew what he meant.
“Shh,” he said, holding a finger to his lips. “You’ll see.” He turned to hail a server “Waiter, bring another round. On me.”
I sat back down with trepidation. I considered asking Eric to move to a different seat, but he and my wife just plopped right down side by side and he put his arm around her back again.
“It’s so fascinating how complex female sexuality is,” said Ann. “On the one hand we want a good and gentle man, a good provider for our children. On the other hand, we can’t help but dream of that animal that will tear our clothes right off and have his way with us, totally consumed by his uncontrollable desire.”
“Amen,” said Fred’s wife Susan. And she was normally such a quiet and unassuming older lady that everyone at the table broke out laughing.
I leaned forward and whispered in Shannon’s ear. “Honey, can’t we just go now, I’m feeling uncomfortable.”
“Oh, honey, please don’t make a big deal out of it,” she said. Then she addressed the table. “Why I feel so much closer to all our friends now that everyone has seen my boobs.”
General laughter all around. Everyone appreciated my wife being such a good sport about it. Everyone but me of course.
“It’s really just inappropriate,” I muttered.
“I know it’s hard for you honey, but try not to let it get to you. Eric just got a little carried away, I don’t mind really,” said Shannon.
“The fact that you don’t mind is what’s bothering me,” I said. And for some reason everyone started laughing at that. It didn’t seem funny to me.
“Well you have to admit, it was sort of exciting,” she said, biting her finger. “I mean no one has ever pulled my boobs out in public before.”
“That turned you on, didn’t it?” Eric asked her. “I think you are a little exhibitionist.”
“Mmmm, maybe a little,” purred my wife. She still had her finger in her mouth.
“Shannon, how could you SAY that?” I said. My voice was cracking. I felt betrayed.
“She’s just being HONEST, Simon,” said Susan with annoyance.
I opened my mouth to answer when Eric leaned over and started nibbling on my wife’s neck.
Shannon screeched and pushed him away. “Oh you naughty boy, you just won’t let up will you?” It made me disgusted to see how delighted she was by his advances.
“Look, just give me a kiss,” he said. Then he turned to me and held a hand up. “Eric, this is just a harmless kiss. Shannon is still your wife and she still loves you, ok? What happens between her and I has nothing to do with your relationship.”
“But, but,” I said.
Eric ignored me and grabbed my wife by the back of the hair and pulled her face toward his.
She struggled for a moment before relaxing into his arms. The women at the table all let out a collective sigh as they watched Eric kissing my wife on the mouth, hard. His tongue went probing into hers.
“Ok, I’ve had enough of this bullshit, come on honey, we are leaving!” I grabbed my wife’s arm and yanked her away from Eric.
Shannon’s head rolled in a circle on her shoulders as if she was about to swoon. “Whoa! What? Where am I? That was intense.”
“You can’t just go kissing other men in front of me!” I cried. My pits were soaked and my heart was pounding.
“I didn’t have much choice, he just grabbed me and whammo!” said Shannon.
“Come on, we are leaving,” I tugged on my wife’s arm, but she didn’t budge.
“Honey, please give me a minute to recover,” said Shannon. She fanned her face with her hand and reached for her vodka tonic.
“No, no, you’ve had too much to drink already, you are drunk and making a fool of yourself.” I tried to take Shannon’s drink away but she struggled with me.
“Don’t be silly, Simon, let me have my drink. I need to calm my nerves. I’m all fluttery inside,” begged my wife.
“Let her have her drink Simon, she’s a grown woman for chrissake,” snapped Ann. “She doesn’t need you to tell her when she’s had enough.”
The rest of the table offered murmurs of agreement. Everyone else seemed to think it was perfectly fine for my wife to make out drunkenly with another man in public.
“Simon, look, this is totally natural. It’s just a biological imperative. Your wife is super horny right now and needs some rough sex from a, well, a more, uh, dominant man,” said Eric. “Sorry, I don’t really know how to sugar coat this for you. But you know, she’s fertile right now. I can really sense it.”
“I really do feel fertile,” admitted Shannon. “It felt really good to have my boobs squeezed like that.” Then she blushed. “Oh my god, I’m sorry honey,” she touched my arm. “I’m being so terrible. But of course I only love you, sweetie.”
“This is totally ridiculous,” I said standing up. I was shaking with impotent rage. “I’m leaving.”
“I think you should stay, and um, we should try to work this out,” said Shannon.
Eric took her hand and put it in his lap.
“Oh my god, Eric, stop it!” gasped my wife. But he held her hand against his groin. “Oh my god, is that your thing?” giggled Shannon.
“Is it big?” asked Susan with interest.
“Susan!” exclaimed Fred. “Come on now!”
“I’m curious, Fred,” said Susan. Everyone broke out laughing.
“It’s really big and hard,” said my wife. She was squeezing Eric’s bulge and I could see the outline of it in his pants.
“Jesus, Shannon, stop that will you?” I begged.
“Well, I mean, it’s just,” she bit her lip. “It’s really, I mean, like big.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked defensively.
“Oh, I mean yours is nice too, dear,” she added hurriedly. ‘Oh, my god, Eric, don’t.”
I watched in shock as Eric unzipped his fly and his pulsing member erupted from his pants. He put my wife’s hand on it.
“Try to remember to breath, Simon. Everything is going to be OK,” Eric told me. Then he grabbed my wife’s hair and yanked her face against his again, kissing her fiercely. I was frozen in place, totally stunned as I watched this douchebag kissing my wife in front of everyone and she was actually stroking his hardon. She tugged on it pretty insistently too. Everyone at the table stared at them kissing, transfixed. Susan put her head under the table to see and a couple of the other women followed suit, all of them giggling when the say how big Eric’s cock was.
“Susan, what on earth are you doing?” demanded Fred.
“Watching Shannon give Eric a handjob,” replied Susan reasonably.
Everyone laughed nervously. A few of the guys looked at me with compassion. Patrick came over and put his hand on my shoulder.
“Maybe we should just go, buddy,” he said.
“I can’t just leave her here with him,” I said.
Eric was squeezing Shannon’s boobs again and she was whimpering with pleasure.
“Squeeze the nipples,” she urged him. And he flipped the front of her blouse down again, exposing those milky white tits. Several of the guys growled with arousal as they watched Eric tweaking and twisting my wife’s big, hard, pink nipples.
“Fred what on earth are you looking at?” teased Susan.
Fred blushed and everyone laughed.
Eric reached down and pulled his pants down to his ankles before taking both my wife’s huge knockers into his hands again.
“Jesus, look at the size of his balls,” gasped Ann. Her head was under the table and I thought we was going to crawl under there and start sucking his nuts.
“Holy shit,” gasped my wife. She turned to me. “Honey, I know I’m being a horrible trollop right now, but I’m just feeling SO hormonal, I’m out of control. And I know this is especially terrible, but you really have to see how big his balls are. I’ve never seen anything like it. Really, come over here and look.”
Shannon cupped Eric’s massive nutsack in her palm and showed me. They were the size of tennis balls. I truly was amazed at the size of those huge hairy nuts. No wonder he had the nerve to grab my wife right in front of me like that.
“Those are really amazing,” said Susan.
“Thank you, Susan, that means alot to me coming from you,” said Eric as he forced my wife’s head down into his crotch. She started lapping at his balls eagerly. “That a girl, suck those balls like a good little slut.” His face was beaming with satifaction, I was practically blinded by the brilliance of his bright white smile. “Why not sit down and enjoy the show, Simon?” he urged. “Your wife is about to get very happy.”
“You are such a fucking asshole,” I spat. I felt totally powerless.
“Don’t be like that,” he pouted. “You should be happy for her. She’s about to get dicked really hard.” I watched as she sucked Eric’s cock hungrily.
“Oh my god, can we actually screw right here in front of everyone?” she asked him as she jerked his big veiny tool. “Don’t watch this part honey. It might be too much.” Then she looked around the table. “I’m being such an incredible harlot you guys, I hope this doesn’t freak you out. But I’m just so horny right now.”
“Go for it,” encouraged Tom. “I’ll do you next.”
“Easy big guy,” laughed Shannon as she pulled her shorts and panties off. I looked at her exposed patch of pubic hair with trepidation.
“Shannon, you wouldn’t!” I yelped.
“I’m so, so sorry about this, dear,” she said as she climbed onto Eric’s lap. “I’m just really really fertile right now.” She had her back to Eric, facing the table as he gripped her soft hips and lowered her down onto his straining dick. I watched the red swollen head penetrate into Shannon’s eager pussy and it felt like a punch to the gut. Shannon gasped with pleasure as he entered her.
“And you aren’t even using a condom,” I blurted.
“Bareback is the best,” he grunted as he pulled my wife down onto his shaft.
“Oh god oh god, go slow, it’s so BIG,” she moaned.
“Tell your husband how big it is,” he growled in her ear as he gripped her big boobs in his hands.
“Honey, it’s so, SO, big,” panted Shannon. She steadied herself on the table as she bounced up and down on his cock. Eric guided her up and down with his hands around her thin waist now and her giant breasts with flopping up and down in a fascinating way. I felt myself growing hard in spite of myself.
“You are so fucking wet and tight,” he grunted.
“Yeah, fuck me, fuck me and cum inside me,” begged my wife. The women at the table gasped in shock.
“Honey!” I complained.
“It would be so fucking hot if he came inside,” she moaned. She was rubbing her clit with one hand and squeezing Eric’s giant balls with the other while he impaled her up and down. I could see her pussy lips stretched tight around his erect shaft. Over and over in and out. I was getting dizzy as I watched. Everyone was quiet now as they stared. I vaguely became aware that other tables were watching too.
The security guard wandered over and I thought hopefully that he would break this up. But he just pulled out his penis and started shamelessly jerking off while he watched my wife getting owned by Eric’s giant cock. That kid must have been stoned off his ass. The sweaty Mexican manager came running over.
“Rashid, what the fuck are you doing?” he asked.
“Shit is hot as fuck, Rico,” said the black guy as he jerked his dark meat.
“This shit is crazy,” admitted Rico getting drawn into the action as well.
Shannon was shuddering now and whimpering, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she yanked mercilessly on Eric’s balls. He gave a grunt and I could actually see his balls pulsating, pumping away as he came, injecting his seed up into my wife’a fertile womb. I felt like puking. Cum started dribbling out of her cunt and down his shaft as he kept ploughing her. His cock popped out for a second and it coughed up a huge wad of cum that struck my wife right in the pussy. She quickly grabbed the slippery dong and pushed it back inside her, plunging the cum backup up inside her as he kept on blowing wad after wad, balls quivering away.
“Stay on top, stay on top, give my little guys a chance to get to the egg,” he urged, holding my wife down onto him.
“Oh yeah, oh yeah,” she purred. I watched in disgust as my wife ground her crotch down onto Eric’s deflating rod, making sure to keep the entire length of it fully submerged into her.
She noticed me watching her and she seemed embarrassed. She pulled up the front of blouse modestly.
“Wow, now you feel modest,” I say. “You’ve got Eric balls deep inside you as he impregnates you and you pull up your top to hide your boobs.”
“Well, yeah, it feels weird for you to see them now for some reason,” she admitted. Then she pouted at me. “I’m sorry honey. I know this is so weird. I mean, I do feel odd even talking to you now with another guys penis inside me. But just know that I will always love you and this doesn’t mean that I love you any less. In fact I think I love you even more now.”
“Why, because you relish the idea of me raising Eric’s baby?” I asked.
“Wait, she’s YOUR wife?” asked the black kid, dick still in hand. “That’s SUPER fucked up man.”
“Yeah, uh, you guys aren’t supposed to be having sex out here,” said Rico, the manager. He was staring at my wife’s snatch the whole time.
“Don’t be a buzzkill, Rico,” said Eric, arm slung casually across my wife’s shoulders as she stay on his lap straddling his cock. “Bring us another round.”
Rico seemed about to say something more, but just shook his head, took one last wistful glance at my wife’s cunt and then motioned to our server to bring another round as he turned to go.
“So, uh, what’s going on with YOU guys,” asked my wife, putting her elbows on the table and leaning forward a bit.
“Jesus, don’t you have any shame?” I asked.
Shannon bit her lip and looked up and to the side for a moment. “Um, no, not really. I mean I thought I would, but it’s just sort of exciting really. And all our friends seem to be handling it pretty well. Everyone seemed like they enjoyed watching Eric and I, uh, enjoying ourselves.”
There were nods of assent from around the table and I felt like crawling under a rock.
Another round of drinks arrived and Susan raised a glass to propose a toast. “To Eric and Shannon, may their little tryst here today be fruitful.”
Everyone laughed at the innuendo and Eric raised his glass to me and gave me a wink.
Shannon looked back over her shoulder at him and grinned. “My god, are you getting hard again?” I watched in shock as my wife started moving up and down on Eric’s re-inflating penis, reached down and grabbed his balls again. “Can you believe how much stamina he has, dear?” she asked me with delight.
It was going to be a long night.
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