4.5 inches. That was all Iris had ever known. She adored her husband Kent; they had been together for fifteen years now. They went from high school sweethearts, attending college together, and then to marriage, but she always wondered what a bigger man would feel like.

Truthfully, it didn’t matter because she would never act on such a curiosity. She stuffed it down and would occasionally let it come up when she touched herself in the shower. Kent didn’t know about this, and he couldn’t. He was very self-conscious about his size, and this would crush him forever.

So, Iris just went about her days like everyone else- well, at least until opening night for their favorite college football team.

Kent’s friend Duncan and his wife Fiona extended an invitation to Iris and Kent to come over and watch the game in their brand new theatre they put in their basement. Drinks, food, and football were on the docket, and they lived within walking distance, so there was no worry about getting home safely.

The day of the game, Iris and Kent ran to the packie and grabbed their beverage of choice. Kent talked Iris into tequila and offered the idea of margaritas. Iris said sure, not her first choice, but it sounded good, and she wanted to let loose a bit.

It was still very warm, and Duncan warned both Iris and Kent that they hadn’t had an A/C set up downstairs yet. He told them that they shouldn’t dress too warm in order to stay cool. Kent wore shorts and a T-shirt with flip flops and Iris wore a skirt and tank top with her favorite team’s logo.

After the store, the two drove home, dropped the car off, and walked over to Duncan and Fiona’s. Duncan opened the door and immediately shot a look at Iris. He looked her up and down and tried to mutter a “welcome” or something, but no one knew what had come out of his mouth.

See, Iris was a stunner. 5’7” and an amazing athletic body. She had amazing curves but pulled you in first with her dark hair and baby-blue eyes. It was funny because Duncan saw her all of the time, but for some reason, today she just looked different to him, almost perfect.

Duncan shook off the awkward attempt at words and just gestured for them to enter the house. He escorted them to the basement where Fiona was waiting with food, the equipment to make the margaritas, and their huge projection TV on with the pregame already airing.

Iris and Kent took it all in and told them how amazing the setup was. Kent told Duncan to expect him over all season and Duncan didn’t hesitate to offer an open invitation.

Iris was offered a seat by Duncan, and she could see him watching her body. He positioned himself across from her and she was wondering if it was in an effort to see up her skirt. She was mindful of this; however, her body didn’t quite close her legs fully, leaving a small gap for him to view.

She was appalled by her physical reaction. She didn’t know what got into her, but Duncan’s smile almost made it worth it. She noticed she got a little wet from it, too. It all started to make sense to her. There was something about Duncan that she knew, and it explained her feelings.

Fiona was an open book, and there was a night when the four of them had gone out to dinner. After a few drinks, Fiona made mention that Duncan was, in her words, “big, like almost scary big.” Iris's mind must have understood this, and her subconscious ran with it.

There was also the time that she saw it. She never told Kent this story, but shortly after learning of Duncan’s huge cock she saw him walking around his house naked. She was on a run and happened to look thought the window of their house, and there he was, walking by the window, and his dick looked like it hung to his knee. She almost tripped.

She ran home and pulled out her favorite toy. Iris ran at the same time every single day, and her mind told her that Duncan knew this. She wondered if he timed this perfectly rather than it being just a “happy” mistake. She pretended that it was on purpose and came harder than she ever had on the dildo.

The four of them made drinks, and Iris forgot about the peek up her skirt. Before they even had a chance to take a sip, Kent received a phone call. Iris looked concerned because this could only be work. It turned out that his firm had an opportunity to meet with a very important client who happened to be in the city that day only; he had to go.

Iris was pissed, but knew nothing could be done, so she started to help him pack up. Duncan offered for her to stay, and Fiona yelled, “Yes! We can still have fun. I need my drinking buddy!” Kent said that it was a great idea, that his work shouldn’t ruin her day, and the decision was made.

Kent said goodbye and left. Iris was oddly nervous to be there without him. The game started, and they started drinking. The margaritas were delicious. Iris wasn’t a huge drinker, and Fiona was mixing them to get drunk as she always did. After two, Iris was feeling the tequila heavily and was having a great time.

Fiona left to grab something, and Duncan sat across from Iris to talk. When he sat down, Iris, without thinking, looked at his crotch. She didn’t see a bulge like she would with her husband. Instead, she saw a cock outline going down his left leg. She could not look away.

By the time she realized she was staring she was licking her lips and had opened her legs slightly, like she was willing his cock between her legs or something. She snapped out of it and tried to hear what he was saying. She got back into the conversation and chatted a bit.

About twenty seconds in, she lost the conversation again, but this time because she noticed she was wet. It wasn’t a little wet; she was annoyingly wet, like she wasn’t comfortable because her panties were almost soaked through. She answered something Duncan asked and then excused herself so she could use the restroom.

When she got there, she didn’t know what to do. She considered throwing her panties away or trying to flush them down the toilet; instead, she ended up balling them up in her hand and bringing them back to the basement and smoothly placing them in her purse.

She cleaned up and made her way back to the others. She went straight to her purse and pretended to be grabbing something while just dropping her wet panties in. She was shocked to find only Duncan. Fiona still hadn’t made her way back.

Duncan had a fresh margarita waiting for her and had oddly changed his shorts. He used the excuse that it was hot down there and that basketball shorts would probably be the cooler option for the day. Iris did not mind; she could now see the head of his cock pressing against the grey shorts and it was a ways away from his pelvis.

She was quickly reminded that she wasn’t wearing underwear. She could feel her pussy juices on her inner thigh. It was awkward but exciting. She asked Duncan where Fiona was. He sort of scoffed and said she probably passed out from the booze. It was sort of her move, but he said he would go check on her.

He made his way upstairs, and Iris quickly grabbed a napkin to wipe herself. She did this and threw it away. Duncan returned and said she was sound asleep on the bed. He then offered her food but she politely declined and went to take a seat.

Duncan grabbed his drink and sat on a chair fairly close to Iris. As soon as he sat, his shorts rode up and his dick fell out. Duncan knew it had happened and looked towards Iris. Her mouth opened in shock, and she got even wetter.