Not Quite

Jennifer knocks on the door and awaits patiently. The door slowly swings open and you see a girl a bit shorter than your wife. She's of European descent, has brown eyes, and long brunette hair. She's just wearing some loose-fitting pyjamas, and her hair is all wet. "Hey there Jennifer, and I assume this is your husband?" She smirked.

"Yeah, of course." She looks at you, "Baby, this is my new girlfriend Rachael, and she's super fun to hang around." She turns back to Rachael, "So why aren't you ready?"

Rachael giggled, "Well, I was just waiting for a skirt of mine to finish drying." She giggled, "You two come on in, it shouldn't be too much longer." You reluctantly followed the two of them in, it was a single woman's house after all. Once you got to the living room of the small place Rachael directed you to a seat and your wife followed her in the bathroom. You just looked around at first, noticing the occasional pair of underwear on the floor, an empty can of soda, but an otherwise tidy place, suggesting that maybe she's not as single as you thought. You noticed that Rachael and Jennifer were still gone even after you heard the hair-dryer turn off. Deciding to go check up on them, you get up and walk toward the master bedroom and see that the bathroom door is shut. You hear mumbling and as you get closer to the door, you can tell they are talking about sexual topics.

You put your ear to the wall by the door and eavesdrop. "So Jennifer does your husband make you sore every night, begging for more?" She teased.

Jennifer protested, "Hey... Why do you want to know?"

"I'm just asking." She responded firmly. "Come on, I don't get to talk about this stuff with anyone, the least you could do is participate with me so I can get my gossip fix for a while."

Your wife let out a sigh, "Well, if you must ask, we go at it every now and again, but no more than anyone else."

"So four or five times a week?" Rachael asked.

"Oh God no. Maybe once a week, we're not rabbits." Jennifer said. You remembered that you hadn't gotten that much action since your honeymoon and hadn't thought much of it since, you figured you got laid a lot.

Rachael giggled, "Oh, I'm sorry. If I'm getting it from a stranger it's usually twice a week and if I have a fling, at least once or twice a day, I was just going off of what I figured people have."

Your wife gasped, "What, really?!" She asked, surprised.

"You betcha. Anyways... how... big is your husband?" Rachael slipped in as nonchalantly as she could.

There was a bit of silence, "I don't know. It's not like we have a ruler in the bedroom, we're not that kinky."

Rachael scoffed a bit, "Well I mean, is he bigger or smaller than the guys you're used to?"

"Used to? I've only ever slept with my husband. I admit once I stroked a guy off back in school before I met my husband, but it was dark and it didn't seem any different to me."

Rachael gasped, "You've really only ever been with one guy? Wow, I can't imagine! I mean, I know I get around, but most my girlfriends in the past have been with at least a few. I was always the slut, but I've never met someone who's legs were as tight as yours." She teased, "Well, can you just show me with your hands about how big he is." You gulped a bit, you couldn't believe that this was the topic they picked. You heard Rachael make a "Hm" sound. "Well that's about average." She almost said in a dismissive manner, but not quite.

"What about it? Average? There are guys that are noticeably bigger?"

Rachael seemed to cough as if she was drinking water and was dumbfounded by the question. "...M... Really? You've really never even seen pictures of other guys. Look Jennifer, I didn't want to say this out loud cause I figured you'd know, but yeah. He's on the lower end of the 'average' scale, but he's not puny. Most guys have an inch or two on your husband, but some of the guys I've been with are twice as big, some bigger." She went silent.

"My goodness, I didn't realize. Doesn't it hurt?" Your wife asked.

Rachael laughed, "Sure hon, but it's the good kind of hurt once you get the hang of it." She laughed. They laughed and were picking up things like keys and make-up from the sounds. It sounded like they were about ready to go, so you booked it as quietly as you could to the couch and awaited them.