Writing it sounds weird now, but it was the 70’s before we were married so I’d blotted it out. I tried to keep it short but it needs context otherwise seems a bit sleazy.
The conversations actually played out over several months so it’s not as quick as it seems.
A married friend and colleague Mick had had said to me how much he would like to bed my (then) girlfriend Maggie. He had never said this in front of her, it was just a bit of an ongoing joke between guys, and Maggie liked him anyway. I liked the idea that other men fancied her, but she was my girl. I returned the compliment about his wife Lee to be polite. There tended to be a lot of this kind of banter among our group at that time, as everyone was young and horny. His wife knew what he was like, but it was all just fun, so she didn’t mind as they had engaged in a bit of mild fondling with other friends after a few drinks.
Maggie was very attractive and drew a lot of admiration, however there was never any question of sharing I was happy she was my girlfriend.
When Mick used to say things like “I’d love to touch Maggie’s tits, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind”, I’d just laugh and say, “dream on”. He asked if it would bother me and I said they were her tits not mine and he had to get past her not me. He said he reckoned she would let him but only if she thought it wouldn’t bother me. He said I need to know you won’t get mad, maybe help me out a little. I regarded this all as pure fantasy and said good luck with that.
We were due to go around to his place to collect some easy chairs I was buying from him and he has suggested we stay for a bite to eat and a few drinks.
He said it might provide his opportunity for a little fun and asked if I’d play along and said there would be a bottle of Malt Whiskey in it for me whether he succeeded or not. I laughed and said, “OK Deal”. If this sounds weird, that was our standard currency for bets at the time so the prospect of relieving Mick of a bottle was too much to resist, especially when he was going to lose.
We sat down to eat with Maggie opposite me and Mick beside her with his wife opposite him and on my right.
After dinner we chatted and after a while the conversation turned slightly flirty with Mick talking about his wife’s boobs and how firm they were. The conversation ramble about bodies and boobs till Mick mentioned how nice Maggie’s were. Lee laughed and told him to behave himself. Maggie said something like “I’m afraid I can’t match yours Lee” and laughed it off. Maggie was a neat B cup and was wearing a white cotton dress and no bra in typical 70’s fashion.
At this stage I could see what Mick was up to. He could hold his drink as easy as me, but he was acting slightly more drunk than he really was, and I felt fine. Maggie was driving so was quite sober
After a few more asides about respective boobs, the punchline came “I’d love to feel yours Maggie”
Shrieks of laughter from the girls, Lee said “Mick, you are outrageous”
Maggie teased and said she already had someone to feel them for her. He didn’t give up and said, “Yeah but we are mates, I’m sure he wont mind, will you Ferg?” I said, “I don’t own them I just feel them” More laughter.
“Maggie would you mind if he doesn’t mind?” he said looking at her with these Labrador eyes.
Lee who was a little tipsy said in an affected accent “I apologize for my husband”, then collapsed in giggles.
“I don’t know, I suppose not” Maggie teased thinking this was all theoretical.
He looked at me “Ferg, mate?”
It was only at this stage that the bottle of whiskey deal came back to me. I felt bound to honour the deal but didn’t want to appear too enthusiastic to Maggie,
In a faux legal manner, I said “Those are Maggies boobs and she may allow them to be touched by anyone she wishes without interference from me”
I figured this satisfied my side of the deal without putting her under any pressure.
I think it was to everyone’s amazement that she turned to face Mick, pulled her shoulder back and said “OK, but be gentle”
Right up until that moment I thought this was all talk and fantasy, but the reality gave me a rush. Mick cupped a hand on each of her boobs and gently stroked around them, expertly drawing his thumbs over her nipples. It lasted no more than 5 seconds and he took his hands away to leave her nipples erect beneath the white cotton dress. “Thank you both, that was lovely” he said seriously, then everyone collapsed in laughter.
So yeah, I suppose I traded a grope of my girlfriends tits for a bottle of booze.
That sounds really bad Doesn’t it?
Epilogue
When he said, “Thank you both,” I didn’t know whether he was addressing Maggie and me, or her tits.
I must have been so wrapped up with Maggie that it didn’t occur to me to trade a feel of Lee’s tits.
Maggie and I had a laugh on the way home about events but never discussed the matter again.
(On reflection this seems odd)
Mick and I would make the odd reference to it, but always subtle and never in front of anyone else. He never tried to push things further.
Mick produced the Whiskey, but I ended up sharing it with him.
Maggie never knew about the whiskey
We all stayed friends till Mick and Lee moved away a couple of years later and we lost touch.
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