The room erupted in an uproar of victorious shouting as the favored team made the first touchdown of the game. It only took nearly the entire first quarter and there were still three more to go. So bored. I decided to get up and go look for more entertaining options elsewhere; my leaving gone unnoticed by the jock football crowd.
I wondered into the kitchen where I found my wife talking with all the other young ladies, either dating or married to some of the other men in the living room. My amber eyed, red headed beauty, Kate, flashed me that special smile of hers when she saw me enter the room.
“Hi, handsome,” she said as she walked over and kissed me.
“Hello, dear heart,” I returned the kiss and wrapped my arms around her.
“Well, its about time we had a man come and visit us,” commented Allison, the buxom blond of the group of four. The rest of the women murmured their agreement.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen any of our men leave the TV during football season before. Jenny, is your husband aware of the rules of being a man in this community? If word gets out that he’s not worshiping our boys up on the screen, there could be a public outcry,” Christie japed.
“Oh hush up, Christie. My Tom simply enjoyed more important things than watching sports when growing up, like reading and science.”
“And video games,” I pitched in, earning a mocking glare from Kate and a round of giggles from the rest.
“Either way, it’s nice to have a good looking man around the table if you’d like to sit and join us, Tom?” Natalie offered.
“I’d love to! I was bored out of my mind in there anyways and was hoping you ladies had something better to offer.”
Kate and I were the newcomers to the group, having just moved from the flat river valleys of west Tennessee to the more mountainous regions of northern Georgia where I was able to find some geology work dealing with the environmental hazards of development in the region.
Kate, being the social butterfly of the two of us, was quick to strike up a friendship with Natalie, her coworker at her new bank job, living just ten minutes away and the only other married member of our troupe. Natalie, having been the only married person amongst her friends, was ecstatic to finally have another married couple to hang out with and wasted no time in bringing us into her regular circle. Natalie’s husband, Don, regularly hosted weekend football parties as an excuse to hang out and invite his friends over, and while I was welcome to join them, my lack of love for all things sports left me an outcast amongst the men. So it wasn’t uncommon for me to seek refuge with the girlfriends and wives of the men. Allison and Christie were the only two long lasting serious girlfriends, where any others we met were usually only around a month at best.
Perhaps most men wouldn’t find anything fun, exciting or entertaining about sitting around a table with four women, and granted there wasn’t much they were talking about I cared to chime in on, but I sure found it a vast improvement from the football marathon going on in most living rooms across the country.
To my left sat Christie, with shoulder length dark hair, blue eyes so clear they were almost grey, wearing a brown top that fit her body perfectly to pronounce her smaller B cup breasts that were framed with a mid-cleavage scoop neck. Tight blue jeans hugged her flaring hips and apple bottom.
Across from me was Allison, the aforementioned buxom blond with green eyes and hair that fell down to her jean clad perfect ass. Her D cup breasts, which she rarely didn’t have proudly on display, were framed in a very low cut white, fleece top. The fringes of her sky blue lace bra were visible on the edges of the fabric, leaving me imagining if she had on the matching panties down below. She was currently leaning over, resting her heavy assets on the table and letting me enjoy the view of her deep cleavage. She would wink every time I met her eyes after a long look and we'd give each other a knowing smile.
On my right was the lovely Natalie. Her auburn hair brushed across her shoulders and upper back, deep green eyes twinkling when she laughed, a long sleeved turtleneck concealed her soft white skin, but no fabric could hide the curves of her luscious C cups that appeared bigger on her small frame and matched the curves of her hips and ass. She also had one of those husky feminine voices that oozed sex and commanded an erection from any man close by, though her shy and conservative nature may not make her aware of it.
And in my lap was my dear Kate. Her red hair and amber eyes make her look as if she were made of living flame, her C cup breasts were perfectly outlined by her emerald green sweater, her pert rounded bottom, accentuated by her flaring, child bearing hips was pressed firmly against my thick, straining manhood.
So here I had four beautiful women to look at, listen to and talk with, and a red headed vixen subtly grinding her ass against my cock every few moments. No way football is better than this.
“So how about we get out of this noisy house and do something fun, like shopping?” Allison piped up after another round of shouting came pouring in from the other room.
“Mmmm, sounds good to me. Especially if we can convince our big, strong, handsome man here to be our driver?” Kate innocently pleaded, batting her eyes and wrapping her arms to hang around my neck.
Needless to say it didn’t take much convincing to be the girls chauffeur for the day. Half time for the game had just started so we actually got a response from Don when Natalie announced we were going to the mall.
“How’d you get roped into going with them Tom? That’s why you avoid the kitchen when all them women are together. Never know what they’ll try and get you to do for ‘em. I feel sorry for ya buddy.”
I wouldn’t.
At the car, I chivalrously opened the door for the ladies and offered my hand as they each climbed into the back seat.
“How chivalrous.”
“And here I thought it was a lost art.”
“Did they have any more where you found this one, Kate?”
Kate was the last in, having saved the front seat for her. When she took my hand I asked, “No tip?” She gave a shy smile at my usual ploy, leaned in and met her lips to mine, while the others looked on.
A prolonged “Awww” came from the back seat.
Sometime later, I found myself laden with what felt like hundreds of pounds of shopping bags filled with clothes. Mistake? I briefly thought to myself in not staying to watch the game; then thought about the boringness combined with the loud and rude noises of ten men with the maturity of college frat boys. Nah…
I finally got some reprieve when we sat down at the food court for lunch.
“Thanks for being such a good sport honey,” Kate said as she kissed me on the cheek.
“And for carrying our bags,” added Christie.
“I know I would never be able to get Don to go shopping with me. At least not without constant complaining and making me want to cut the trip short,” Natalie complained.
That comment started a chain of conversation with the women comparing their men, and men in general. Surprisingly, due to my small actions throughout the day, I found myself as the man on top they were comparing theirs against. As a lifelong outcast in school, I found it quite refreshing to have not just one, but four, gorgeous women talk about me as if I were their dream man.
“I know! How about we make a stop at Victoria’s Secret and put on a show for our driver to thank him,“ announced Allison, waggling her eyebrows. “You wouldn’t mind, right Kate?”
“Not at all! I love that idea.”
“I don’t know, you mean actually wear them in front of him?” Natalie asked nervously.
“Come on Nat, what better way for Tom to know what will look better on you to take home to Don? He can’t do that properly with it still on the hanger.”
“Well… I suppose I do need something new to show off to Don,” Natalie relented.
For the next hour I was blessed with the sight of each of these women traipse around in some of the sexiest lingerie known to man, asking me my opinion of this bra or that thong. Allison even paraded in front of me in a sheer, yellow bra and panty set that finally let me get a view of those pink nipples and dollar coin sized areolae.
This was way better than football. I thought to myself as I appraised each woman’s ass walking in front of me, as we exited the mall, knowing what was currently being worn underneath each pair of pants.
“You know Kate, if you had told me of the large standing ovation that Tom would give us, I would have suggested we go underwear shopping with him months ago,” Allison stated, looking back at the still prominent bulge in the front of my pants. The others giggled and laughed at the comment, also taking another glance at their bag man’s crotch. But Natalie’s glance lingered, almost as if lost in another world, and when she came back to reality to look ahead she took one last long stare at it, her tongue faintly darting out to take a quick lick at her lips.
Climbing back into the car, Allison gave me a big kiss on the lips.
“ALLISON!” Natalie gawked.
“What? I wanted to leave a tip.” Her eyes fell down to my bulge again. “A biiig tip.”
* * *
Later that night, I watched Kate take off her clothes, getting ready for bed; her new green lace lingerie from the mall highlighting her features as she crawled into bed and sat on top of me, leaning against the headboard.
“Are you sure about letting me?” I asked as I unhooked her bra and slowly slid it off her supple breasts.
“Why not? If he doesn’t want to pay her any attention I don’t see why you shouldn’t.” The fabric of her thong sent shivers through the both of us as she slid herself up and down my shaft.
“I just want…” I’m cut off when she pulled my head down and forced a nipple into my mouth. I eagerly began to suck.
“Hush now.” Together we slipped off her thong. “I need you to fuck me.” She grasped my naked member and lowered herself onto it.
* * *
The next week found us at Don and Natalie’s again. Allison and Christie were stuck at work, so it was only the two married women and I in the kitchen today.
“So, how did Don like the new undies?” Kate pried.
“He didn’t even see them.”
“WHAT?! Is he blind?”
“I asked him for a massage, thinking I could surprise him when he took off my clothes to give me a bareback massage.