…Continued from Part 1.
Arthur just stared open mouthed at his wife sitting there with Joey, unsure of what to do. She was clearly enjoying his advances and the jealousy was tying his stomach in knots. But Joey quickly kept the conversation moving.
“So you were telling us about poly, uh, poly-mony,” said Joey with a smirk as he struggled with the pronunciation.
“It’s pronounced poly-am-ory,” replied Herman with a derisive snort. “And I wasn’t actually talking about it, it’s a personal matter.” Herman tried to hold himself upright with dignity, but he felt terrible for Arthur and couldn’t help feeling guilty about what was happening.
“Oh, do tell us,” chirped Eleanor timidly. “I am curious about it.” She glanced at her husband nervously. Arthur had made vague references to polyamory previously but they had never sat down and discussed it properly. She knew that this wasn’t the right time or place to discuss it and she felt a bit naughty encouraging Herman to talk about it with Joey in the room.
Herman gulped and glanced at Arthur inquisitively but Arthur just nodded his head slightly to give his acquiescence. He did want to broach the topic with his wife even though he felt weird doing it in front of this jerk.
“Ok, well, polyamory is a type of relationship that acknowledges that people can have love for more than one other romantic partner,” said Herman.
“Chicks don’t dig it when you cheat on them usually,” brayed Joey crudely.
Herman rolled his eyes in response. “It’s not cheating, Joey. Everyone knows about the other partners and agrees to the relationships,” he said tightly.
“Yeah? That sounds good to me. Where do you meet chicks into that?” asked Joey skeptically.
“You don’t have a girlfriend at all, Joey?” asked Eleanor sympathetically.
“Nah, there’s this girl I met last time I was out here and we hook up sometimes,” said Joey rubbing his head uncomfortably. He seemed vulnerable for a moment and Eleanor’s heart went out to him. Then he slapped the top of his own head decisively as though to snap himself out of it and rolled his shoulders to relieve the tension. He turned to look Eleanor in the eye, “What do you think of this palimony? You want to share those boobies with some other guys besides your husband?” He gestured to Eleanor’s large breasts, protruding provocatively in her tight t-shirt and gripped his crotch suggestively.
“Don’t be a pig, Joey,” demanded Herman shrilly. Then he turned to Arthur, “Sorry about my cousin, Arthur. He isn’t house trained.”
Arthur sat silently with the blood draining from his face. Joey just guffawed and stared at Eleanor’s chest while he fondled himself.
Eleanor blushed cutely and covered her bosom with her hands self-consciously. “What is it with guys and breasts?” she stammered nervously. “They are just mammary glands. They are for feeding babies.”
“Well, large mammary glands were probably a sign of reproductive fitness and it would be adaptive for males to take note of that,” said Lester suddenly. Everyone stared at him in surprise and it was his turn to blush. “And, uh, maybe it’s not super helpful of me to point out right now,” he muttered, lowering his gaze to the floor in shame.
“Right, but this is the modern world,” piped up Eleanor, her face burning hotly. “Boobs aren’t a necessity to raise babies, we have baby food now.”
“Yeah, you could feed some babies with those knockers alright,” said Joey, missing her point and rubbing his stiff phallus through his sweatpants as he stared at her chest.
“My god, Joey, don’t you feel weird about rubbing your thing in front of me like that?” exclaimed Eleanor finally. She stared at his large bulge as he handled himself and felt herself growing aroused at his brazen behavior. She wondered what it would feel like if he stuck that big thing into her. She wondered if Arthur would like to see that and the idea sent a thrill through her loins.
“Why, you want to rub it for me?” asked Joey, gripping his rod by the base and pointing it toward her lewdly. Eleanor’s eyes widened at the sight of Joey’s big dick outlined so clearly by his sweatpants and her mouth formed a charming “o” of surprise.
“Now cut that out!” croaked Arthur, his voice cracking with nervousness. His palms were sweaty with fear and excitement at this strange confrontation. “You can’t talk to my wife like that.”
“Hey, don’t piss yourself over there Art,” sneered Joey derisively. “Eleanor isn’t going faint at the sight of a cock, she’s a grown woman.” He looked over at Eleanor gazing at his member and chuckled. “Man, she can’t take her eyes off of it. Look at her.”
Eleanor pulled her eyes away and glanced at her husband guiltily. “Well you are swinging it around like a baseball bat, it’s kind of hard not to notice,” she said, forcing a laugh and trying to make light of the situation. But her pulse was racing and she could feel her vagina burning with arousal. She was sure she was sopping wet right now.
“Well it’s kind of hard not to notice your tits in that tight shirt,” responded Joey smartly. “If your husband doesn’t want guys waving their dicks at you, he shouldn’t let you out of the house dressed like that.”
“Uh, most guys can control their animal urges,” said Eleanor with a genuine chuckle. “You don’t see Lester whipping his penis around do you?”
“Wait, Lester has a penis?” asked Joey in mock amazement.
“Beside, Arthur asked me to dress like this,” added Eleanor quietly, avoiding her husband’s gaze.
“What, whaaa?” said Joey, sitting up straight and fixing Arthur with a penetrating stare. “Is that true, bro?”
“I’m not your, uh, bro,” mumbled Arthur, unable to meet Joey’s aggressive stare.
“But you aren’t denying it, neither,” said Joey gleefully.
“Joey, you are being an ass, stop it,” chided Herman weakly. He was surprised to hear that Arthur had encouraged Eleanor to dress this way too.
“Herman, look at Eleanor’s outfit, will you?” demanded Joey. “Look how short her skirt is, look how tight that t-shirt is. He’s trying to pimp his wife out to you nerds.”
Eleanor pulled at the hem of her skirt and smiled sickly at Herman and Lester as they looked her over and Arthur stared off into space, too mortified to speak.
“Oh man, I see what’s going on here, Eleanor,” laughed Joey. “Your hubby had you slut it up and brought you over to have Herman teach you about pulmonary sex, like a nerd orgy or something.”
“For christ’s sake, it’s called poly-amory, Joey,” screeched Herman in frustration.
“Whatever, dude,” said Joey solemnly holding up a hand toward Herman’s face. “Deny it, Arthur, I dare you.”
“I don’t know what you are even talking about,” muttered Arthur nervously, taken aback that his plan was so easily divined by this numbskull.
Eleanor carefully watched her husband’s reaction and it was painfully obvious that he was lying. She struggled to catch her breath as she considered the ramifications. Arthur had intended to find out if his friends Herman and Lester would find her attractive in this outfit and then have Herman carefully explain the rules of polyamory to her. Later on he probably planned to reintroduce the topic in order to gauge her interest. But with Joey here, things were clearly progressing much too fast for Arthur’s liking and of course, Arthur never planned on sharing her with a big threatening jock like Joey. He wanted to share her with his non-threatening milquetoast pals.
Joey shrewdly watched Eleanor thinking things over and then interrupted her reverie. “I see the wheels turning in that noggin of yours, Eleanor, you little slut.”
“No one has ever called me a slut,” gasped Eleanor in dismay.
“Yeah, probably cause you look like a nerd with those glasses and you don’t normally show off that smoking hot body of yours,” said Joey confidently, looking Eleanor’s body up and down with appreciation.
“Maybe we should just call it a night,” said Lester, standing up suddenly.
“Lester, sit the fuck down,” demanded Joey sharply and Lester complied instantly, falling back down comically. “Don’t you want to see Eleanor naked? Arthur came here offering his wife to you and Herman. Why you want to hurt her feelings and reject her like that?”
“I didn’t, I’m not,” sputtered Arthur in confusion.
Eleanor held up her hand to forestall her husband’s protests. “Ok, Joey, just what makes you so sure that I am going to get naked?” she asked with a devilish smile.
“Shit, I could tell that by the look on your face just now when you realized what Arthur was up to,” said Joey leaning back in his seat confidently. “I could see that little sparkle in your eye. You are a straight up nerd slut. You would get down with these two for sure, but the question is, could you handle a real man like me?” and he gripped the huge bulge in his sweatpants for emphasis.
“Ah, you aren’t any more of a man than we are,” piped up Lester peevishly.
“Wow, Lester, way to stick up for yourself,” said Joey condescendingly. “I take it back, you are a real man too. But the question remains whether Eleanor is going to get down and dirty with me here or not.” Then he returned his attention to Eleanor.
She just giggled nervously under Joey’s intense gaze while Arthur shifted uncomfortably on the floor watching helplessly. “What’s the question again?” she asked.
“Here, look,” said Joey, clapping his hands together loudly and making everyone jump. He grinned at their reaction and rubbed his big callous palms together briskly. “Eleanor, stand up please and let us get a better look at you, will you?”
“You don’t have to,” offered Arthur meekly.
“She knows that,” snapped Joey sternly, shutting Arthur up. He gestured for Eleanor to stand up and she complied self-consciously. She stood before them with her hands folded in front of her. She noticed Lester and Herman looking her body over surreptitiously and the idea excited her.
“Now take your shirt off,” said Joey, licking his lips.
Continued in Part 3…