The Joust

Melanie calls out, "C'mon, boys! Time for the cock-off!" and waves the fellows into the kitchen. Melissa and Marcia accompany their husbands.

As you're about to follow your husband, Anita catches your eye from the other side of the room. She seems to be making a meaningful face at you. You spread your arms widely in a shrug, give her a smile, and point toward yourself, then the kitchen.

Anita shrugs and smiles at you, and walks off toward the hall at the far side of the living room.

As you enter the kitchen, Melissa is pairing off the first round contestants. "All right," she says, "We'll save the Martin versus Gordon challenge for the second round, unless there's a surprise upset."

You join your husband and squeeze his hand. He squeezes yours back, twice. You bat your eyelashes and giggle at him. He bends his head to your ear and whispers, "Do you want to play my second tonight, or are you itching to get your hand on more cocks, my naughty little girl?"

You feel a warm flush on your face, and whisper back, "More cocks, daddy?"

He whispers back to you, "That's my good girl!"

Mark asks Melissa, hanging his head a little, "Could I have a bye the first round? My second's off to the loo, and I think I'll need more than willpower to rise to the occasion."

"Not to worry, Mark," says Melissa. "Even if Anita is some little time, I'm sure one of the ladies here will help you up." She cleared her throat. "Now then, Gordon, Mr Doe, here on this side of the table. Martin, Dan, over on that side. Gordon and Mr Doe, you'll be first. Gentlemen, please face away from your opponent until we're ready for your test."

Gordon asks Melissa, "Will you be my second, dear?"

"I suppose so," she says, "but you'll have me for the last dance in any case. Perhaps one of the other girls is feeling adventurous?"

You step forward. "If it's alright, I'd be pleased to be your second, Gordon," you say.

"I say," he says, "Can I trust you to do your best, if I'm facing your husband?"

"You're the best judge of that. If I'm not good enough, I'll step aside for your next choice."

"I'll stand second for Mr Doe," Melissa said. "That should even things out. If it doesn't work, we'll switch off."

"What do you say, Mr Doe?" Gordon asks.

"I am well satisfied with the terms of the match, sir," your husband replies.

Dan and Melanie look amused, perhaps for different reasons, at all the clowning. Marcia holds Dan's hand, looking a bit dreamy. Martin has a mild smirk on his face, while Mark has his eyes closed and seems to be doing a deep breathing exercise.

"Well then," Gordon says, "Accepted! John, are you ready to hoist the flagpole?"

"Yes, sir!" you say, giving Gordon a snappy salute. Gordon turns toward the wall, and you start undoing his trousers. You peek around, and see the trousers of your husband's casual suit loosening and sliding partway down.

You pull down Gordon's monogrammed silk underwear, revealing the matter under consideration. "Oh!" you exclaim. Gordon's cock is impressive, even half-erect. You rub your hands together for extra warmth, then take his shaft between your palms and roll it like dough. "Any special orders, sir?" you say. Gordon's cock twitches and thickens in your hands.

"Carry on, John!" Gordon says. "Very good!"

You can hear giggles behind you from Melanie and Marcia. Apparently something in Melissa's technique on your husband is very amusing.

You pump your hand up and down Gordon's stiffening cock, and gently finger his balls. Quite firm, and a good upward angle, for a man of his age. And length...well!

"Ready over here!" Gordon says.

"Ready here," says your husband.

Gordon and Mr Doe turn and face off. They push their cocks down more or less parallel and advance toward each other. There's not much doubt from the first. Your husband's cock is harder, the veins stand out higher, and it's more deeply coloured. But as they step together, the tip of Gordon's penis firmly touches your husband's groin while your husband's cock head is barely touching Gordon's pubic hair.

"A clear decision, I'd say," Gordon says.

"I would have to agree," your husband says. "Your match, sir." They shake hands and step back.

You hear a squeak from the pivoting kitchen door and look over to see Anita join Mark.

Across the table, you look at Dan and Martin, the next pair of challengers. Marcia is getting her husband's trousers undone, while Melanie, grinning ear to ear, already has Martin's cock out and is squeezing and rubbing it.

When the contenders are ready, their lances held parallel, it's another quick decision. Martin's purple cock head thumps Dan's belly, while Dan's cock doesn't even touch Martin's short, fuzzy pubic hair.

Melanie crows, "Ha-ha!" as her warrior wins.

You join Marcia in a theatrical "Awwwww!" for Dan.

"Well, on to the main event, old son?" Gordon asks Martin.

"Ready, willing, and able!" Martin says.

"Please wait!" Anita calls in her high, musical voice. "Mark is ready for his turn." You look over at the front of Mark's trousers, and blink in surprise. Perhaps he has a chance.