Wife Touches Buddy (1 – How it all started) by Dukebolla

Wife Touches Buddy (1 – How it all started) by Dukebolla

An old friend returns to town. My wife has heard stories about the size of his package and wants to check it out. , In all groups of friends, there is that one guy who has the biggest dick over the other guys.

Anthony was that guy in our group. Not that anyone was staring at it, but growing up we would catch a glimpse of his monster when he was taking a piss, or skinny dipping, etc. He was definitely proud of it and had no problem striping down and jumping in the lake or simply pulling it out at a party. When we were younger, he would jokingly flash people when he had a few too many drinks. Those days were twenty years ago…

Anthony had recently moved back to town. Our friend Davis and his wife Tonya were having a party at their lake house. It was an all-day birthday bash for Davis’ big 40th. Unfortunately, we had a prior commitment and missed most of the fun during the day. When we arrived, everyone had left the water and was grilling out at the house. That’s where my wife and I ran into Anthony. We were excited to see each other since it had been several years. I introduced him to my wife and we sat down at the table to eat. It was a large table, so many people were sitting around eating, drinking, laughing and talking.

Anthony likes to talk and was soon telling us all the craziness that had been going on in his life the past couple of years. His stories can get a little wild. My wife was definitely intrigued and listened. He talked about overseas travels, living in a remote cabin for six months without seeing anyone, motorcycle racing professionally, stripe clubs and wild women.

He is definitely a lady’s man and I could tell my wife was feeling the charm. She called bullshit on a couple of his stories which got them going back and forth with playful banter. It got to a point where I felt they were actually flirting. That was about the time I noticed a chubby in my shorts. I could feel the sexual tension. We had to cut the night short and leave right after we ate. I thought about the playful banter between my wife and Anthony on the drive home. The blood started flowing to my cock as I thought about him taking her to the back bedroom of the lake house while we were all outside at the party and fucking her silly. I wanted to see her reaction to meeting Anthony, so I asked her what she thought of him. She said he was a nice guy, but did not elaborate any more. I decided not to dig any deeper and kept driving us home. Needless to say, we fucked like crazy that night when we got home. I guess we were both hot.

A couple of weeks later, my wife and I were celebrating my birthday at our favorite seafood restaurant. We had just finished a great meal with raw oysters, grilled fish and two bottles of wine. We were a little tired, but still wanted to keep the party going. It was about that time Anthony called my cell. He had been out drinking with some other friends of ours (including Davis that just lived a few houses down from ours) and was close to the house. He was driving Davis home and wanted to know if we all wanted to get together for a drink or two. My wife and I thought it would be fun, so we agreed to meet him at the house in a few minutes. Trying to tease her, I said to my wife, “Hopefully he is not too drunk and keeps his dick in his pants tonight.” She looked over and said “You guys and talking about your dicks…whatever.”

I said “He is a big boy. Well, It’s not just big….” She looked at me strangely and said “How would you know?”

“I have been friends with him for some time. We grew up together – sports, locker rooms, skinny dipping. He is not shy about pulling it out and flashing people to shock them.”

“But that was when he was younger. He has grown up a little since those days.” I told her.

“That is weird and a little creepy that he showed his penis to people” she asked.

“It was all in fun, I think the girls liked seeing it and he enjoyed showing them. The guys laughed at the reactions of the girls” I said.

After he arrived, we all heading down to the terrace level for cocktails and to play some music. I could see her checking his package out to see if a huge bulge was present in his shorts. When he went to take a piss, I asked her playful “what are you looking at?” She knew I busted her but said to me, “I think you are lying. How big can it really be if you can’t see it in his short? Surely, he would be sporting a bulge.” I told her maybe he has it tucked down or taped to his leg. We both laughed, then composed ourselves as he returned.

The drinks continued to flow and none of us were feeling any pain. My wife was now good and drunk, as both of us guys. One story led to another and then someone starting talking about sex, favorite sexual positions and dick size. Anthony said he had no complaints. My wife, being a little drunk and no filter, said “Sure, all you guys think you are hung, but I bet you are probably an average sized guy.”

I about choked on my drink and spit a little out of my mouth. I could tell she was pressing him, maybe even teasing him. He jokingly laughed and said firmly again “I have never had any complaints, ever.” She knew he was obviously boasting about himself. She didn’t back down and said “If you are so sure you have a big one, prove it.” I was wondering if she was joking and it would end or if she was serious. He asked “What do you mean by prove it?” Then she asked if she could see it, like she was daring him to pull it out. But he just smiled, and politely said, “I have no problem showing it to you if your husband doesn’t mind.”

Damn, she was serious about him pulling his dick out. I decided to step up to this situation, took another sip of my drink, and then said, “Come on Anthony, go ahead and let my wife see your big tool, so she shuts up about it.” He had a strange look on his face and asked “You sure?” I shrugged my shoulders and nodded “Yes, I have seen it and she is not going to stop until she has a look.”

Just like that, he unzipped his shorts. He had no underwear, so it just fell out. It had to be a good 5-6 inches and thick even soft. Any man would certainly be proud to show off a cock that healthy looking, even flaccid. I wanted to see my wife’s reaction to his dick just hanging out in front of us. I looked over and she was staring directly at his man meat.

“That’s really not the porn star cock I thought I was going to see,” she slurred. “I heard this thing would rip a woman apart. That’s decent sized, but you aren’t doing any damage or setting any records.” I couldn’t believe what she was saying. It was like she was taunting my big dick friend, and I could tell she was getting off on it. I felt like she was teasing him. He liked egging her on too. They were definitely being playful and the sexual tension was thick. They were not going to give in to each other.

“If it was hard you would be impressed,” he quickly responded. That was a quick remark to throw back at her. “Well, then let’s see it hard if you think you are so big.” I was shocked those words came out of her mouth. This was getting more and more intense. They were definitely flirting. I could tell my wife was intrigued and wanted to see my buddy’s already impressive soft dick, hard. I am sure he was getting off on showing her his dick. I did not say a word. Here we were, the three of us standing around the bar in my basement. My buddy had his dick out in plain sight with his shorts around his ankles. My wife was two feet away from him and they were talking about getting his tool hard.

“You know, you could easily get me hard by just touching it” he said to my wife, and gave me a wink. She didn’t say anything at that point. I figured it was over. But then she looked over at me as if to get my permission. She asked, “Should I touch him?” I knew she wanted to touch him, but just wanted it to be ok with me. Then I said it, “Sure, you can rub on it to make him hard, but nothing more than your hand.”

The blood was already flowing heavily to my own growing hard-on just thinking about it. I was tenting a full-blown boner in my shorts by the time she made it over to Anthony. I could not and did not bother to hide it. As she got closer, he smiled kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his shorts that were around his feet. He put his hands on his hips and swung his body towards her direction, almost offering himself to her as she approached.

She was a little apprehensive at first and poked it with her finger. Then she wiggled it back and forth a few times. I could tell things started flowing for Anthony and the monster began to awake. Playfully she grasped it and just held it in her hand. I could see his dick swell in her hand as the blood rushed through the veins that run along his shaft and it grew harder. She then reached over and took it in both her hands. She started to pull on it. I could see his head lean back and eyes close. He was definitely enjoying having my wife play with his cock. What man wouldn’t?

The way she was working him, I could tell she was mesmerized by his extra-large manhood. Then she knelt down even closer to it, so close I could see her breathe in deeply to smell his musky maleness. It proudly stood from his dark, wiry, black public hair. His balls looked like two large eggs in his hairy, bull-sized sac. They were swinging back and forth as she really started to jerk him up and down. By the time she stopped, he had to be a good 8-9 inches hard. Not only was he long, but the girth was very impressive. It was as thick as her wrist or maybe even as thick as a coke can. Growing up, his nick name was coke can, now she knows why. She not only stroked him to full hardness, but she continued stroking him longer than she needed. She was enjoying this! There was a glob of pre-cum glistening on the tip of his swollen, mushroom head as it proudly stood from between his legs. She stopped stroking him and moved back by me.

“Ok, you have a huge dick” she admitted to him. There was a weird moment that all of us felt. What do we do now? My wife just stroked my buddy and gave him a boner. I wasn’t sure what was about to happen next so to break the awkwardness, I said “Who is ready for another round?” My wife chimed up and said she was ready and walked over to the bar to mix up another round.

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