Naive Wife to Submissive Slut

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Joe was in a foul mood. I'd just beat him worse than ever before at racquetball, and he wasn't taking it well. He'd always been hotheaded, but three years overseas had seemed to make things worse. Which was strange, since he'd made a small fortune doing it. Had I been an outsider, I might have believed his success story to be a lie, such was his constant mood. But, I was both his best friend and his accountant and knew he'd already put together a middle eight figure portfolio at the ripe old age of thirty-two.

I probably should have let it pass, given Joe's mood, but as we hit the showers, I asked, half-joking, "What's eating you, rich boy?"

He scowled, and by way of an answer, asked, "How'd a tiny dicked bastard like you get a girl like Mary, anyway?"

Only Joe would have dared that question. It's true, I have a small dick; it's just two inches when flaccid, four when erect. But it's attached to 5'10", and 230 lbs, of solid muscle. Joe, for his part, matched me in height, but weighed a scant 150. I could break him in two; but we'd been best friends since fourth grade, and he knew I wasn't about to do that. I also thought i knew now what was bothering him.

"Not getting any, Joe?", I asked.

He sighed deeply, then answered in a far less belligerent tone, "Oh, I'm still getting plenty, I'm just not sure if they want me or the money, anymore."

I felt sorry for him for a minute, until he asked, "So, how long do you think you're going to be able to keep Mary satisfied with that little thing?"

Now, he was starting to piss me off. The fact was, though Mary looked like a swimsuit model, she had the sexual sensibilities of a 19th century Sunday school teacher. I responded, "She loves me, and sex isn't that important to her. We're doing fine."

He laughed, stating, "You really don't see it? You don't see that smoldering look in her eyes, begging to be fucked deep and long and hard? What she needs is a little of The Salami." And he looked down at himself, slowly.

'The Salami' is what we kids had teasingly started calling Joe when puberty set in, and his dick started growing far faster than any of the rest of ours. It had been embarrasing to him at first, but he'd come to take pride in it. With reason, by the time it had stopped growing it looked to be at least seven inches long, and as thicl as his wrist, flaccid.

I thought for a moment of Mary and 'The Salami', and felt a sense of dread....and excitement? Then anger, as I answered, "Listen, I used to think you knew everything about women. But, you obviously know nothing about women like Mary. You've got alot of money, and a big dick, but you'll never have a woman like Mary in your life, so shut the fuck up, before I shut you up."

I'd scared him, and he did shut up. But the fright added to his already bad mood, and I could tell he was silently seething. I felt badly. We'd been best friends forever, and I hadn't seen him at all for almost three years, and now we were fighting.

I threw him an olive branch, "Come on. Forget it. Let's just go back to the house and have some beers, tell some stories, have some laughs. C'mon, We've been friends too long, Joe."

His only answer was, "Ten thousand dollars."

"What?", I replied.

"Ten thousand dollars says Mary's bent over your couch with 'The Salami' buried in her pussy, while you watch, before the night is through. All you have to agree to is not to interfere. If I'm wrong, you're ten thousand richer. If I'm right, you owe me nothing, having Mary will be reward enough.", he explained.

I probably should have been outraged. But, the idea was so ridiculous, I laughed and answered, "Fine, if it'll get you to stop scowling, I agree."

We shook on it, and Joe's mood immediately lifted. We drove to my home in his Lambo, talking and laughing. I wondered if I should take the money to teach him a lesson. He certainly could afford it.

At the door, Mary greeted us with a cold beer. I got my usual welcome home hug and kiss. As Mary went to give Joe a friendly hug and kiss on the cheek, he managed to somehow turn her lips to his, and hold the kiss several seconds. Mary broke away blushing furiously. I felt a knot in my stomach, and a stirring in my groin.

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A girl these days surely didn't get a body like mine by sitting on the couch at home flipping through day time tv and nibbling on potato chips. Honestly, I couldn't remember the last time I'd actually eaten a Dorito, to be honest. But I had always kept a neat schedule, and made sure I was exactly where I should be when I should be... today for instance was not one of my best days. Sure, I was home. Not even two hours earlier I had met with the girls for the weekly chapter of our latest read, and blew off the steam of the heated conversation with a jog. I just barely managed to shower off before deciding it was time to start prepping for dinner.

Unfortunately, I hadn't the chance to slip out of my sports bra and wife beater, and those skimpy little gym shorts meant for no one's eyes. I had always liked the way it looked, casual and comfortable like it should be for working out. My skin still had that light sheen announcing I was squeaky clean and my hair was still damp. I hadn't bothered to touch up her make up. Oh, forget the make up! Right now I was feeling half-heartedly more exposed than ever, anxious to tug at the hem of the bottom of my shorts which reached not even to the length of her finger tips with my arms down, before answering the door. Around Doug, it was acceptable at least, but Joe? Somehow, it just wasn't the same. I realized that not even seconds after extending the warm greeting still-adjusting acquaintances would only dare if they had to take those few steps. I wanted Joe to like me, of course, any woman would want a mature and reasonable relationship with her husband's dearest friend. But as I presented her cheek and was met with the surprise of a warm, soft surface--softer than a cheek--and was shocked before I could even put up my guard.

Okay. Deep breath. Everybody makes mistakes, right? "You know Joe, French kisses in greeting are usually only on the cheek." I commented, my tone slightly dry for the situation that could easily say what I wanted to say. What I was keeping myself from saying. Watch it, Mister. And on that note--and a bizarrely questioning glance to my husband--I turned away from them both and motioned them along and into the house, closing the door after them. "I'm just getting dinner around, sweetie. I'll be a few minutes, I'm going to run upstairs and throw on a sweater or something--it's been chilly today huh?" Just blowing it off seemed the most reasonable thing to do, and thankfully the last traces of heat and color on my cheeks began to fade. Just for good measure, I rubbed my fingers briefly over either cheek, my lips pushing themselves with a bit of effort back into the delighted smile I wore when she first opened the door. Everybody makes mistakes. So, now he knew.

What was that all about? I couldn't help but wonder, breaking away from the boys to half-run my way up the stairs. I combed my slender fingers through still-damp locks. Better question yet: why had Doug only stood idly by, even when Joe passed him that curious grin right after he'd done it? With these new thoughts in my head I had half a mind of calling him up to ask about it before I changed, but soon enough I couldn't be bothered with it. I went right to completely changing, starting with the drawstring of those skimpy little booty shorts most women called gym shorts. Packing away these things is long over due... god, how embarrassing.

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The glass of wine had been en route to my lips before Joe spoke up--another bizarre, incredibly embarrassing outburst that only seemed to grate on my nerves even more. It might not have been so bad, had it not been true, and as my face flushed I turned my eyes quickly from Joe to Doug. I gripped my glass a bit tighter, and took a much deeper drink than I originally intended to.

"I seriously hope you don't kiss your mother with that mouth, Joe." I retorted shortly after as bravely as I could manage, hoping greatly he'd take the hint before things got ugly. And as if to further remind him, I quickly put aside my glass and began to fiddle with the band around my finger, desperately awaiting the moment Doug would regain himself and be promptly behind my obvious discomfort in handling this situation.

The conservative wine-red, long-sleeved sweater I had slipped into didn't nearly pronounce my 34D breasts as much as my jogging wear had, and my long, creamy legs were now hidden beneath the soft chocolate brown slacks t seeming far more suited for a dinner date with friends. Somehow Joe's words were still bringing out the truth. Somehow I was still feeling like an off guard, scantily clad virgin, without the slightest idea how to handle an obvious come on in front of the love of my life.

Sitting at the table was almost uncomfortable, and eagerly I turned my eyes to the kitchen, and changed the subject again. "Pasta primavera and steak tonight boys. I hope you're hungry." And with that, I reached for my glass and took another sip.

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At first I had been a little worried, watching both Joe and Doug interact through dinner as if nothing had ever happened. Maybe this was a common occurrence? Joe just happened to have a personality a bit more aggressive than I had ever considered, or something as equally casual. I just wasn't use to him yet. I settled myself in as the conversation became light, and we all began to smile and laugh. Maybe it was only a test or something? I didn't know, but as long as it was over, I thought nothing else.

Our little brushes surprisingly weren't wiped away as the night went on and we were all settled in the living room. I made sure I sat right aside my husband, with Joe adjacent to us both, and while I had decided to forgive and forget his earlier words his actions hadn't just faded away like anything. For that purpose I found it hard to look at him for too long, and when the question finally rose, I knew I would have to.

"Well," I started, forcing my eyes up from my lap. I tried to make this as serious as possible--as platonic as possible, as if there wasn't anything else to this but a place to sleep for the night. That was all it was, right? "Certainly Joe, it's no trouble at all..."

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There couldn't be anything wrong with letting Joe sleep over, and so far he had done a marvelous job climbing back up my ladder of respect. I realized he was quite a fascinating man, or maybe that was the influence of the wine I'd been sipping on all through the night. Still, my distaste was gone, and I was more at ease, trusting that Doug knew exactly what he was doing and saying. I smiled, and nodded my head in agreement gently, promising myself that I wouldn't be up for much longer either way. We would sit and talk for a bit more and then I could slip right out stating I was heading to the bathroom and leave the boys to late night tv, or a few more beers, and reminiscing.

Of course I found the offer to change as odd, and for a few moments I watched Joe and Doug, half expecting Joe to spout a spontaneous, lewd gesture as he had earlier. It never came, and feeling too warm and content to let it bother me I followed after Doug shyly. The earlier brushes, even the grope in the kitchen the few moments Joe and I had been alone, without Doug had all been forgotten now. Forgive and forget, it was the greatest philosophy.

I was shocked never the less, to venture back into the living room and find myself confronted by Joe, conveniently positioned so that his impressively huge equipment was on display. Oh, dear god, I thought, and quickly looked down, feeling again my face start to heat up as I blushed. Surely my idea of well endowed had never reached that level, I was well convinced that Doug himself was average, on the occasions it came to topic. But instinctively I kept myself as close to my husband as possible, and I seated myself aside him, convincing myself that maybe Joe hadn't even realized what he was presently placing on display to them both and surely Doug would make some manly retort or joke about it. I settled at his side, tucking my legs beneath me, and waited for another raring conversation to strike up. That thing is massive... there's no way he doesn't know--ugh, why am I even thinking of it?

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