The silence of the euphoric aftermath was quickly destroyed when we heard my buddy's voice say "oh get a room, or tell me where the video camera is." We started laughing and took our places back in the water, my wife yet again disappointed as he slowly emerged from the darkness making his way again backwards up the steps and into the water. He handed over the new round of refreshments and we renewed our catching up conversation. My wife downed her glass quite quickly, although I'm not sure if it was from being left parched after the explosion or the excitement of the anticipation of leaving us alone to answer her question. It was not too long after her emptied glass hit the side of the hot tub, and she decided to throw me a curve ball. She announced, with a little bit of an intoxicated slur that it was getting too hot for her and she was going inside. Before either of us could respond, she quickly stood up and walked right between us, pausing only to grab my cock for a little love tug as she passed. We both watched in awe as her naked body emerged from the water, hiking one leg up in his direction over the tub, giving him that marvelous unobstructed view of her bald lil kitty spread wide as the moonlight glistened off of the dripping water droplets. As we watched her naked body descend the steps into the darkness, it was like watching slow-motion with the theme song from Ferris Bueller's Day Off echoing in the background. That is until the bad DJ scratch abruptly stopped it by my buddy yelling "aww hell no, b*tch!!", only to slump back down laughing. I looked and saw her running into the house carrying all of our towels and clothes. I couldn't help but start laughing too, but only out of pride in my baby for guaranteeing herself a view of what she wanted so badly to see. After we calmed down, he looked over and said "dude, she is totally drunk." I chuckled and asked "ya think! What gave it away?". Seems that when she walked past I was not the only one she grabbed a hold of, and he was convinced that she was just soooo drunk that she must of thought she was grabbing me. I burst his bubble by explaining to him that that was impossible because she had me in the other hand. I watched his face looking for some kind of reaction, but I believe the alcohol was hindering my chances because he just closed his eyes and said "cool". Feeling myself starting to doze, I decided it was time myself to cool off, so hopped up on the side of the tub. After a moment or two of silence and watching him squirm with curiosities, trying not to look at my cock. He finally asked me "so it really doesn't bother you?" I laughed and told him that she was a grown woman and could grab or play with whatever or whoever she wanted. To which he explained that he was referring to the being nude in the wide open like I was. I just responded laughed that as long as he didn't try to **** me I was fine with it. Not sure if it was my comment or the alcohol, but a few seconds past and he was hopping out of the water and sitting on the side right across from me. He had definitely added some muscle definition, but what surprised me the most was the size of his cock. It wasn't bigger than mine, in fact it was almost the exact same size but I guess being on such a smaller frame it just looked freaking huge! All I could think was "aww hell, she's gonna jump the shit out of him when she sees that". I guess in the surprise I was staring, cause he suddenly asked me if I was going gay on him. I blew a comical kiss at him and divulged my plans of the night to convert him, then explained to that I had just never seen another dwarfs cock in person before. Not the whole truth, but it seemed to relax him. Even to the point, and again maybe it was all the alcohol but he started confess that he had caught a glance or two of mine as well, of course for curiosity comparison only. It's one of those things that being a dwarf you never really know how you compare because there is just not a lot of reference material out there. We talked for a few minutes, mentioning a couple of common friends that we had seen peeing or seen their backside when changing into swimsuits in the hotel rooms at the regional get togethers. Then he looked towards the patio doors and asked if I thought she was really not going to give us our clothes back, to which I just laughed and said she was just probably curious too. That seemed to kind of shock him and exclaim "dude that’s your wife!" I reminded him wedding ring or not, that is the same girl we have both known for a long time and she is free to do whatever she wants. I really thought that after saying almost the same thing twice, he would start to figure it out. Knowing all of the stories and experiences of this guy was really starting to confuse me because he was acting way to nervous and innocent. I mean what was I going to have to do, hit him over the head with a brick and scream “DUDE MY WIFE WANTS TO FUCK YOU!?!” After a few seconds of silence, I reminded him that we had to go in sometime and it might as well be now. He nervously nodded and we both climbed out and started in for the house. Suddenly he took off running saying "I got it!" I couldn't help burst out laughing as the little shit ran over and dumped out my fire starter logs, punched out the bottom of the box and proceeded to step into it. He stood there with a shit eating grin on his face as the damn box went from his ankles to his arm pits. I could hardly stand up; I was laughing so hard as he pranced into the house. He walked straight over to his bag, pulled out a pair of tightie whities and pulled them on under the box. Well his momentary victory was soon squashed when my loving non-violent wife surprised him by throwing a cup of ice water right at his crotch, soaking the white material completely and giving her the closest thing so far to the view she had been wanting. Well he did not stand still for long as he ran for the kitchen and returned with a pot of water. She was so busy licking her lips at me in acknowledgement of wanting him even more after getting her eye full, that she didn't even see him coming. For the next damn hour the two of them through water at each other, soaked my house and wrestled and then finally a victory came when she managed to pin him down in an "accidental" sixty-nine position, yanked off his underwear and ran for the bedroom, grabbing his bag along the way. Poor guy just sat up and looked at me saying "dude, what the hell?!?!" I told him it served him right for the box bit. He exclaimed "NO! Your wife just rubbed her crotch in my face!", he said as he started wiping off his goatee. I grinned and said "well you obviously enjoyed it a little bit?". He was so in shock of her actions that he hadn't even noticed that he was sitting on the floor with a raging hardon. I mean the damn thing stood up so straight that it was half way up his stomach. He quickly flipped over to the couch and grabbed a pillow to hide his embarrassment. Trying to change the conversation he asked me if I was really ok with him now knowing what my wife tasted like. I told him again, she was grown woman and she could do whatever or whoever she wanted to. By this time I had given up explaining to him an just told him, that if she was making him uncomfortable that I would ask her to stop. Surprisingly he was a lil quick to say no, and assures me that it was fine and how he was just concerned at making me uncomfortable or even mad at him. Seeing him as a grown man now, I sometimes forget just how long I have known him. I guess there is not too many times in life where your Big Brother is tell you it's ok to fuck your big sister? "I'm going to get another beer", he said as he walked past adding "do you want a pillow too?" I looked down and realized that I was sporting some pretty good wood myself. I told him that I was fine, but I would cover it if it made him uncomfortable. He said he was fine as long as I didn't try to **** him with it. I laughed and went to check on my wife only to find her snoring away on our bed wearing his stolen tightie whiteys and her favorite battery operated buddy in her hand, still vibrating. I even tried to wake her, but to no avail. When I walked back into the living room, he was kicked back on the couch and channel surfing. I walked over and sat down in the recliner and opened my beer. He stopped on one of those really badly made for cable porn movies, the kind where you're laughing so hard at the acting that it is almost impossible to get a shot off? Well it didn't seem to bother him because fifteen minutes later and I caught some definite arm movement out of the corner of my eye. Another five minutes later and he jumped off the couch running for the bathroom squeezing the head of his cock. He stuck his head out a few minutes later and asked me if I needed a towel too, but I assured him that I was nowhere even close. He walked back and climbed on the couch and passed out. I tried to finish but the damn movie was just too cheesy. I grabbed a blanket from the closet, threw it over him and headed to bed. Let me just tell you now, being a dwarf and trying to climb into a bed with a hardon is a not an easy task. Well between the shaking of the bed, my groans of pain and cussing at the bed frame my wife woke up. She pulled herself against me, and tried to ask me if I ever got to see his cock, but before I could tell her anything she was back out.
The next morning I woke up drained and hungover, and headed to work. I was almost at the front door when I had an idea. I walked over to the couch and nudged him, telling him how I knew the couch was a piece of shit and why doesn't he go sleep in our bed. Well after a few more nice and polite attempts and checking to make sure he was still breathing, I finally punched him and said "Dude, get off my couch and go to bed!" To that he slid off the couch with eyes half open and mumbling something that I probably didn't want to know as he wobbled his naked lil ass into my bedroom. I smiled and just whispered "you're welcome baby", and left for work.
Again, my apologies for the length. There is more if anyone would like.
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