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My wife Mandy invited a couple of her guy friends from work, Sam and Peter over for dinner and drinks one Friday night. I didn?t really like either of them very much, they were sort of big dumb jock types who worked in sales, whereas I am sort of a skinny tech guy who doesn?t care about sports. But I agreed because my wife could get very whiney if I didn?t let her have her way, and I didn?t like to cross her. To my surprise, dinner wasn?t that annoying, and both Sam and Peter seemed to be trying their best not to annoy me. They avoided any talk of sportsball and stuck to neutral topics, and after a few glasses of wine, I found that I didn?t hate them very much. After dinner we moved to the living room and I was surprised when Sam pulled out a bag of marijuana. ?Anyone care to smoke?? he asked casually, holding up a small ziplock bag professionally marked with a medicinal dispensary label. ?Omigod, Sam, where did you get that?? gasped my wife, clearly delighted. ?I haven?t smoked in years, I used to be a pot fiend in college.? ?You were?? I asked, taken aback. I knew that my wife was a bit on the wild side, but I didn?t realize that she had been a pothead. ?Oh yes, I was quite naughty before you made an honest woman of me, dear,? she said, drawing her cardigan across her ample bosom as she curled up on the couch next to Sam. ?Is that medical stuff, can I smell it?? ?Yes, it?s medical. It?s the good stuff,? said Sam, opening the bag with smirk and offering it to my wife to smell. The stink of skunk immediately filled the room, it was really uncanny. ?Holy shit, I can smell it from here,? I gasped in amazement. ?Wow, this IS good stuff, we never had anything like this back at Columbia,? said my wife, pouting judiciously. Then she slapped Sam on the shoulder. ?What condition is this for, Sam? You don?t have any medical problems.? ?Not true, not true,? yelped Sam with a broad grin on his face. ?I have trouble keeping weight on.? ?Yeah right,? snorted my wife reaching over to pat his belly playfully. ?Oh wait, this is pretty hard actually.? Sam lifted his shirt to reveal a carapace of muscled abs that put my own pale flabby gut to shame. ?You like that? Go ahead, touch it,? he offered smugly. My wife shot me a guilty look as she tucked her long blonde hair behind one ear and ran her hand up and down Sam?s rippling torso. Her cheeks colored slightly as she felt up Sam?s body. ?Yes, well, the weed seems to be keeping you fit alright,? she said. ?Ahem,? I said in annoyance, feeling a little twinge of jealousy in response to the way my wife was gushing over this jock?s hot body. ?Oops, sorry, honey,? she said, pouting at me cutely as she removed her hand from Sam?s flat stomach and leaned back. ?I got a bit distracted for a moment.? I watched with suspicion as she carefully opened her cardigan and pulled her shoulders back, making her nice breasts jut out slightly. She fanned her face with her hand and looked at Sam with a little smile on her face. Peter snorted with amusement and I saw that his eyes were fixed directly on my wife?s chest. Sam also glanced down at my wife?s protruding knockers straining against her t-shirt for a moment before shaking himself. ?Yeah, well, do you want to smoke or what?? he asked, taking his eyes off of my wife?s tits with visible reluctance. ?Definitely,? said my wife. ?Let?s get stoned!? She pretended not to notice that he and Peter were ogling her boobs. ?What do you say, honey, have you ever smoked pot?? she asked me. ?Oh, yeah, I?ve, uh, smoked weed before,? I lied, making a waving motion with my hand. ?But, it?s been so long, that I, err, don?t think I would be into it.? ?Oh, come on, honey, loosen up a little,? giggled my wife. I noticed that she seemed to be maintaining an oddly erect posture which kept her İstanbul Escort (http://www.34nda.com/) breasts sticking out much more prominently that normal. I couldn?t exactly comment on that because I was too embarrassed. But Peter and Sam definitely noticed and kept stealing glances at my wife?s rack. I watched as Sam produced a pipe, packed it, and lit it with a lighter in short order. The pungent stench of the herb filled the room and I wrinkled my nose in disgust as I drained another glass of wine. Sam held in his breath and passed the pipe to my wife who took a big hit herself and walked the pipe over to me, grabbing the bottle of wine from a side table on her way. She exhaled a huge puff of smoke into my face, making me cough slightly, much to the amusement of Peter and Sam. ?Here honey, have more wine, and then smoke some pot,? she said, topping off my glass and handing me the smoking apparatus. ?But I don?t really,? I whined, feeling slightly afraid of what would happen to me. I heard people got paranoid on this stuff and I was already feeling weird about the sexual tension in the room between my wife and these two guys. ?Now, now, don?t be such a baby, here, I will light it for you,? coaxed my wife, putting the stem of the pipe into my mouth and lighting the bowl for me. ?Now inhale, but not too deeply,? she instructed sternly. ?Maybe you shouldn?t make him,? mumbled Peter, looking at me with concern. I felt a little condescended too and it pricked my sense of masculinity, so I defiantly took a deep ?toke? or whatever you call it from the pipe and tried to hold it in the way my wife and Sam had done. My lungs immediately felt as though they were being consumed by flames and I broke out into a fit of coughing, expelling a massive cloud of marijuana smoke from my mouth and nose. My wife knelt down beside and patted me on the back as I hacked and hacked. Peter came and discretely relieved me of the pipe. I was vaguely aware of him refilling it and taking a hit himself. ?Oh, dear, oh dear,? murmured my wife with concern. ?I?m sorry honey, you breathed in too DEEPLY, darling,? she produced a tissue and put it to my nose and I blew my nose into like a sick child. ?Drink this, drink this,? she urged, giving me my wine, and I gulped down the entire glass to soothe my fiery throat. ?Jeez, you are giving him more wine?? asked Peter with surprise. ?Christ, get him some water, Mandy.? ?Well, all I have is wine right at hand,? said my wife, pouring me out another glass, and I drank that down as well. Presently my coughing subsided and a strange heaviness seemed to fill my body. I leaned back in my chair as though I weighed 1000 pounds. Mandy retreated to the couch, eyeing me with apprehension. ?How are you feeling, dear, are you alright?? she asked me as she took another hit of the pipe that Sam handed her. It took me a few minutes to process what she said. Then I realized that I was still thirsty, so I reached out slowly and grabbed my glass of wine and took another sip. Sam and Peter broke out laughing. ?Jesus, look at him, he?s stoned off his ass,? giggled Sam pointing at me with amusement. ?Oh, god, he really is,? agreed my wife. Her own eyes were starting to look glassy. ?Yeah, I think I?m,? I paused, trying to find the right word, but I couldn?t think of it. I realized that I had drunk quite a bit of wine at this point, and I couldn?t tell if I was more stoned or more drunk. I was basically obliterated but I wouldn?t have been able to pronounce obliterated at that point. As I contemplated I vaguely became aware of music playing. I think it was Kinky Reggae by Bob Marley and I turned my head to see Peter at the stereo. ?Wow, this is good weed,? said my wife, sitting stricken on the couch. ?Oh, yeah,? agreed Sam, stretching his arms İstanbul Escort Bayan (http://www.34nda.com/) and legs out as he reclined on the couch. ?It?s funny that you are still smoking at our age, and working a full time office job and everything,? commented Mandy, taking a contemplative sip of wine. I noticed that her boob thrusting posture had collapsed, which was a relief, but she was curled up pretty close to Sam on the couch there and his arm was on the back of the couch behind her which seemed strangely intimate to me. ?Oh, I get most of my creative marketing campaign ideas while stoned,? laughed Sam, tousling my wife?s hair impishly. She?s normally quite touchy about anyone messing with her hair, but my wife just grabbed his hand away and held it in her lap. ?Stop that, you are messing my hair,? she told him gently. ?Plus he smokes it when he has chicks over to his place,? added Peter, who had sprawled out right on the floor by the stereo. ?Really?? asked my wife with interest. I watched with anxiety as she traced the veins on the back of Sam?s hand as it lay on the thigh of her jeans. But I was stunned mute by the combination of alcohol and marijuana. ?Yeah, you know, we get real high and then have freaky sex,? he said, grinning at her lecherously. My wife blushed and bowed her head so that some hair fell in front of her face. She peeked at him from behind her hair meekly. ?Tell me more,? she said, still holding his hand in her lap. I gulped and tried to find my voice. ?Urgh,? was all I could manage. Sam gave me a strange look then returned his attention to my wife. ?Well, you know, we start out nice and comfy on the couch, with some nice smoke, wine, and good tunes.? ?Sort of like this,? offered my wife bashfully, keeping both hands on Sam?s as it rested on her thigh. Peter snorted from his supine location on the floor and Sam gave me a curious look. When he saw that I was too dazed to object, he squeezed my wife?s thigh tentatively. She met his eye and didn?t say a word about it. ?Yeah, well,? he laughed. ?Sort of I guess. And you know, we fool around a little bit.? ?Like, what do you do?? asked my wife, growing a little bolder. Sam looked at me again, but I was struggling to keep my eyes open at this point. ?Well, you know, we kiss, and I squeeze my lady friend?s tits and try to get her to take her bra off so I can reach up her shirt and feel her nipples,? he said, looking down at my wife?s chest suggestively. Mandy put her hands on her boobs self consciously. ?Then what?? she asked breathily. ?Oh, you know, and then I put her hand on my jock and she will start gripping my rod though my pants,? he tells her with a grin. ?So then I unzip and I let her suck my dick for a little while.? ?Oh yeah?? asked my wife, obviously intrigued as she cupped her breasts in her hands distractedly. ?Ok, that?s uh, enough information,? I stammer, jealousy pulling me out of my pot coma for a moment. ?What?s the matter, you got something against blowjobs?? Sam asked me with a wicked grin. ?Of course not,? I stammered. ?It?s just, well, sort of improper.? ?Mandy, shame on you,? he scolded my wife. ?If he thinks your blowjobs are improper, you aren?t doing it right.? ?Oh, stop it, Sam,? chuckled my wife, patting him on the thigh. Fairly high up on the thigh, pretty close to where a bulge was forming. ?I do my husband quite properly.? Then she paused and screwed up her face, looking at me sadly. ?It?s just that we don?t get around to it as much as we used to I guess.? ?Mandy!? I squawked, nearly fully awake at this point. ?Come on, that?s personal.? ?Well, you know, we?ve been together seven years, of course things are bound to cool down a little,? explained my wife hurriedly. ?That?s between the two of us,? I complained. ?You Escort İstanbul (http://www.34nda.com/) shouldn?t talk about it in front of guests.? ?You are right, dear, I?m sorry, let?s change the subject,? agreed my wife with a sigh. Then she got up and grabbed the wine. ?Have some more wine,? she said soothingly as she poured me another big glass. I took the wine and drank it down to calm my nerves. ?Yeah, well, anyway, once my lady friend is done sucking my cock, I like to strip her naked and do her right on the couch,? continued Sam, picking up where he left off. ?Wow, that sounds hot,? said my wife sitting down right next to Sam, even closer than she had before. ?Do you like to do them missionary or doggystyle?? ?Mandy!? I complained. ?What? I?m just curious,? said my wife with a hurt expression. ?I thought we were changing the subject,? I said, stifling a yawn. ?Doggystyle usually,? put in Sam under his breath. Mandy pouted in response. ?Oh, I prefer missionary actually. Call me old fashioned.? ?Honey!? I said in shock. Then I yawned fully. ?Ok, I think this conversation has gone far enough, I?m beat. Let?s just call it night, shall we?? ?But, I?m not tired yet,? whined my wife. I heard that tone in her voice and I shivered in dread. ?But this conversation is making me uncomfortable,? I said. ?Oh, come on, honey, you are just being a cranky baby,? laughed my wife, jumping to her feet. She came over and grabbed me by the hands and leaned back with all her might, helping me climb to her feet. ?We don?t mean anything by a little friendly banter,? she said. ?Let me put you to bed and I will stay up with my friends for a little bit longer.? ?Uh, I don?t know,? I said, failing to suppress another yawn. ?Oh shit, look at you, man, you can barely keep your eyes open,? said Sam compassionately. ?Sorry for pushing the boundaries there, pal. But I was just joking around. We won?t talk about sex any more, I promise. It?s sort of funny while you are sitting there, but I wouldn?t do it while you weren?t around. Go on to bed, your wife is safe with us.? ?Yeah, right,? I muttered, swaying slightly on my feet. My wife bolstered me up and turned me around,? Say goodnight, honey,? she told me. The whole situation seemed fishy to me, but I didn?t trust my instincts. After all, people always got paranoid when they smoked pot. Maybe I was just being paranoid. I decided to trust my wife. ?Alright well, good night guys,? I said. ?Good night, man,? said Sam, with a friendly wave. ?Sleep well,? called Peter, climbing to his feet and taking a seat in my chair. ?Jeez, look at you, acting all suspicious,? chuckled my wife as she lead me down the hall to our bedroom. ?Well it was getting pretty explicit there,? I said, falling into bed with a thump. It felt so good to lay there that I didn?t even feel like getting changed. ?Pish, posh, just a lot of talk,? she said, unzipping my pants and pulling them off me before shoving me under the covers. ?But now you are going to go back out there and?? I could barely keep my eyes open. ?And do what? Are you really afraid I will go make out with Sam with Peter sitting right there?? she laughed. ?Uh,? I said, my eyes closing of their own accord. ?You just sleep, you smoked too much and drank too much wine,? she said, bending down to give me a kiss. ?I?ll come to bed in a hour or so.? I must have dozed right off then because the next thing I knew I was awoken by a horrible need to urinate. The room was dark and my wife was not there in bed with me. My bladder was bursting and my mouth tasted like hot copper. I staggered shakily out of bed and went down the hall to the bathroom. I could still hear voices and music from the living room as I ducked into the bathroom to unleash a wicked stream of piss. When I was finally done, I stumbled out to the living room to see what was going on and get a glass of water. I found my wife sitting a bit stiffly on the couch a little farther from Sam than she was before, and Peter was still sitting across from them. She looked at bit guilty when I showed up ?Oh, you are up,? said Mandy awkwardly.