The next day at her own work, Wendy closed and locked her office door.
She couldn’t tell Ian, but she was definitely left unsatisfied from last night.
She pulled up some pictures of buff men in speedos. Then hiked up her skirt. Her hand slipping into her white cotton panties.
Wendy’s fingers rubbed her quickly wet pussy. The slender digits touching her in much the same way as her husband’s little cock.
She didn’t last long as her fingers played. She bit the back of her fist when she came. In an attempt to keep quiet.
Ian didn’t like parties. Especially with his wife’s friends. She would bounce from person to person chatting and happy. He would sit in a corner. Forgotten by everyone.
Even the love of his life.
It didn’t help that she tended to dress sexier than usual. He doubted she even noticed. But he did.
Wendy wasn’t prone to wearing provocative clothes. Only on the rare occasion that they went out for a date night.
She had on a thin tank top. It did little to hide her red lace bra, and was cut off to show her tummy. It was matched by tiny workout shorts.
No doubt she would have just said it was something comfortable to wear hanging out with friends. But Ian was pretty sure the looks the boys gave her when she wasn’t looking were less than friendly.
It didn’t help that her friends were the ‘boys’ she hung around with in college. Wendy had told him that she hadn’t dated any of them, but he still felt a strange twinge of insecurity when they were close to her.
They were big men. Real men. Hunters and builders. Men into sports. Alpha men.
Ian was none of those things.
“I hear you lost your job.” Grant said. Sitting down next to the smaller man and handing him a beer. “That’s rough.”
Grant Boothe was ruggedly handsome, charismatic, and successful. Everything Ian wished he could be. The man owned his own international business at twenty six.
“Real rough man. What are you going to do?” The bigger man asked.
“I dunno.” Ian sighed. “Go on unemployment I guess.”
“What about the house?”
“I got to get something quick or we lose it.” The little man admitted.
“I may have something.” Grant told him. “My assistant left recently. The pay is probably close to what you were making. Certainly better than unemployment.” Grant gave him a smile. “It’s basically secretary work, but it would just be temporary. Till you find something better.”
Grant patted him on the shoulder and stood. “Think about it anyway.” Then he wandered off waving at a late comer.
Tonight there were six of the boys at the party. Plus three of their wives. Chunky women, but not unattractive. Chosen as partners more for their big tits than any other reason.
Ian watched morosely as the night drew on and the boys got more drunk.
He waved his hands and refused to play when they started up a game of partners pong.
“We’re going to be odd teams then.” Ben insisted. His smiling wife leaning on his arm. Already a couple sheets to the wind.
“Are you sure honey?” Wendy asked. “We used to play in college when we had enough people.”
“No. I’m ok.” In truth he didn’t like to drink much. It always made him feel fuzzy and weird.
“We can be partners, Wendy.” Hank offered. One of the other boys. Ian couldn’t remember if the man was married or his wife just hadn’t come.
“Ok.” The brunette clapped her hands excitedly. She gave her husband a smile as they walked outside.
Ian followed to the patio. Suddenly nervous. He didn’t want to be there. He wanted to beg his wife to leave, but that would be too awkward.
Two couples stood at either end of a ping pong table with cups laid out. Certain cups were different colors, Ian noticed.
The game began. Everyone soon drinking. Until hank got a ball in an odd colored cup.
“I pick…Tilda.” He said with a grin.
Something dropped in the pit of Ian’s stomach as the chubby wife pulled off her shirt, giggling.
She had a nice rack. Double-D’s held up by a black velvet bra.
Is was a matter of moments before Ian’s wife grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She got a few whistles at her impressive cleavage.
Ian’s little cock stirred as his wife was ogled by their friends. Attention that she didn’t seem to mind.
Her shorts went next as balls hit the proper cups. She bent over and slipped them off giving everyone a good show. ‘Just playing along’ she would probably say. Now down to her red lace panties. Only half covering her wonderful, round ass.
Soon the other two wives were down to their bras as well. Then it was Wendy’s turn again.
“I doubt anyone wants to see someone else’s wife naked.” Grant said with a smirk. Much to Ian’s relief. “How about penalties. Opposite woman gives a little spank.”
Wendy bent over the table. Giggling in her tipsiness. Tilda giving her lace covered ass a dozen swats as the brunette gasped.
Gradually all the wives were stripped to their underwear. Each was spanked a couple times before the game was over.
The end of the game seemed to be the end of the party. Ian started to collect their things.
“Oh, oh. Honey! Let’s stick around.” Wendy stumbled up to him. Definitely drunk. “Hank invited everyone to use the hot tub.”
“I…I just kinda want to go home.” Ian protested.
“Aw. Don’t be a pooper. Please?” She begged. He nodded despite himself.
They walked back out to the patio. Out to the deck. Hank was waiting. Some others were already in the tub. Grant, Ben, and his wife Tilda.
“We…we don’t have suits.” Ian insisted.
“Don’t be silly.” Wendy smirked. She simply stepped in. Wearing her underwear. Grant helped her down. Letting her set next to him.
“Real men go naked, buddy.” Hank said, pulling off his jeans. Ian’s eyes boggle at the man’s huge cock. Easily twice as big as his and it wasn’t even hard.
“C’mon Ian, honey.” Tilda called. “I’ll go topless if it makes you feel more comfortable.” The chubby blonde pulled off her bra. Big tits floating in the bubbling water.
His face going red, Ian stripped nude. The group went silent when they saw just how small he really was. He couldn’t look anyone in the eyes as he slipped in next to his wife.
Ian felt as if his little penis was trying to hide back up inside his body. Just a little nub proving he wasn’t a man. In front of these obvious Alphas.
Mercifully no one said anything about his penis.
The boys talked about some great times in college. Pranks and parties long forgotten.
Finally, mercifully, Grant announced that he had an early day. The group broke up. Ian struggled to get his drunk wife dressed then home and to bed.
In the end Ian didn’t have much of a choice. It was not a great area for people in his business.
Grant gave him a big smile when he came into work a few days after the party.
“I think you will enjoy working here, Ian.” Grant told him as he showed him around. “As I said it can just be temporary.”
Ian’s desk was in the reception area right outside Grants big office. His desk was shiny and modern. As was reception. Where as Grant had a giant mahogany desk. Tall dark bookshelves. A leather couch and a pair of leather, high backed chairs next to a table in a corner.