The guys in town today all had their “boys” out. It was sunny and singlet tops were the order of the day. Guys with muscles, plump at the tops of their arms. Bulging in their chests, pecs, shoulders and backs. Smiles and tans.
And legs in shorts – hairy thighs, thick calves. Bulges you could grab, bulges that looked as though they wanted to be grabbed. Thick sausages stuffed into small expanses of cotton, like the delicatessen guy wrapping your bratwurst in too smaller pieces of white paper.
Shorts you can see their crack up the back of the stretched material pulled across their buns, deep enough to park the front tyre of your bike in, or yourself in, or you know...
The walk... don't you like to watch them walk... from behind, watching how their arse chew at the material from the inside. Hairy legs, calves and thighs, working the arse so beautifully.
You just got to love it when the sun shines.
Chloe pulled the cork from the Chardonay bottle and filled both hers and Gabbi’s glasses.
“I love it in summer when Liam gets into shorts and singlets, Gabbi,” said Chloe. “His big beefy thighs and his big beefy arse."
“Oh Chloe, I’m the same, Oliver and the sun and shorts, and I love summer and him looking so manly.”
“I look at Liam differently when there is more of him to look at.”
“Oh, Chloe, it’s terrible…”
“No, it’s not terrible.”
“He’s got one pair, kind of soccer shorts, I guess you’d call them, and I just have these thoughts.”
“It’s good we have husbands that we think that about,” said Chloe.
“Yes, of course, of course it is, but sometimes it can just catch me, you know, off guard.”
Chloe laughed.
“My sexy Oliver,” said Gabbi.
The girls laugh.
“This wine is good,” said Gabbi.
“Liam and I got it at that cellar door tasting a month, or so, ago.”
Chloe topped their glasses up.
“Remember, when we were up the Gold Coast, that year…”
“Last year,” said Gabbi.
“Yes, last year,” said Chloe. “And Liam and Oliver came running up from the water together both in their black speedos.”
“I remember thinking to myself, they are ours, those two guys,” said Gabbi.
“In those little things,” said Chloe
“Little things?” asked Gabbi
“Those outfits, those outfits the boys wear.”
“Oh yes.”
“Sometimes I’m surprised they keep, um, Liam in.”
“Chloe.”
“I’m surprised they keep Oliver in just as much.”
“Chloe!”
“Well, they don’t leave anything to the imagination,” said Chloe. “For Liam, or Oliver.”
“Our handsome guys,” said Gabbi.
“Our sexy guys,” said Chloe.
“Yes,” said Gabbi.
“Do you ever look at, er, um…”
“What?”
“I sometimes look at Oliver’s.”
“What?”
“How can I not when they both come, er, bouncing up the sand together like that.”
“It’s hard not to look.”
“It’s hard not to look.”
“Is that wrong?”
“Is that wrong?”
They both laughed.
Chloe filled their wine glasses up.
“Do you ever look at the two of them and wonder… er?’ Chloe laughed. “I can’t believe I am telling you this. I’ve had too much wine already.”
“What? Tell me.”
“Do you ever look at Liam and Oliver and think of them…”
“What?”
“Oh Gabbi?”
“What?”
“You’ll look at me differently?”
“Naked?”
“Together.”
“What?” Gabbi’s voice raised up shrilly. “Liam and Oliver?”
“Yeah.”
“You mean… er… together?”
“Together.”
“Together, together?”
“You know, if it were,” Chloe drank her wine. “Say, um, a private show. Think Magic Mike X.”
“A private show?
“Just for the two of us?’
“Well, maybe one of us at a time?”
“Yes. A private show for me? said Chloe
“Yes.””
“And then a private show for you?” said Chloe.
“Oh, well. yes. A private showing.” Gabbi giggled and blushed.
“Oh, now I’ve embarrassed you. Sorry,” said Chloe.
“Oh Chloe, not embarrassed me, no you haven’t.”
“You blushed though.”
Gabbi giggled again. “Only because I was getting turned on, at the thought…” Gabbi laugh. “Turned me on, in front of you.”
“Oh Gabbi.”
“Well, Oliver, I’m guessing Liam is the same with their lesbian fantasies.”
“Liam is.”
“Has he ever suggested, you know, getting another girl?”
“Yes, he has.”
“Oliver has canvassed it too.”
“But I never took it seriously, and I think because of that Liam never really pushed it.”
“Oliver’s the same,” said Gabbi. “But Oliver still talks about it as a fantasy.”
“Yes, Liam too,” said Chloe. “Two girls, blah, blah, blah.”
“So why can’t we?”
“Our sexy husbands.”
“I…I…I… um… work with what we got.”
“I could watch Liam make out with Oliver, there I’ve said it,” said Chloe
“In those little speedos they wear.”
“See who pops out first.”
Chloe and Gabbi laughed.
Chloe filled up their wine glasses.
“Perhaps we could get them drunk?” said Chloe.
They chinked their glasses.
“I think Oliver would take some convincing.”
“I think Liam would be the same,” said Chloe.
“We could tell them we’d do it for them…”
“But they’d have to go first.”
“Yes.”
“Yes,”
“Still, what is it they say?”
“What?” said Chloe.
“That all guys have done it.”
“Done it?” said Chloe.
“With another guy,” said Gabbi. “All guys have had a sexual experience with another guy.”
“Do you think Liam and Oliver have?”
“Probably,” said Gabbi.
“Do you think we should ask them?” said Chloe.
“It would be a good place to start.”
Gabbi held out her wine glass for a refill.
“Perhaps we could get some E’s,” said Chloe
“Oh, we haven’t done E’s not since our uni days.”
“Get them high and then tell them to kiss each other,” said Chloe.
Gabbi laughed. “I’d like to see it.”
“Perhaps we just tell them that,” said Chloe.
“What?”
“That we want to see them kiss.”
“Oh Chloe.”
“Put two e’s in their mouths then tell them we want to see them kiss.”
“Then they do a show for each of us?” said Gabbi.
“Me and you?”
“A lap dance.”
“To each other.”
“They could strip each other down to their undies.”
“Then get in each other’s laps.”
“Out of it, in their undies making out, turned on.”
“That’s all they’d have to do.”
“Yes.”
“Yes.”
“Just that.”
“Yes, just that.”
“I’d like to see that.”
“Two shows, one for me, one for you.”
Gabbi laughed.
“Oh Chloe,” Gabbi said.
“Imagine if they made each other cum, though.”
“What would that even look like?” said Gabbi.
“I meant, if they made each other cum in the first show…” said Chloe
“Oh yes, there would be no second show,” said Gabbi.
“Liam rolls over and goes straight to sleep.”
“Oliver does too.”
“It’s a guy thing.
“It’s a guy thing.
Chloe opened another bottle of chardonnay and filled up both their glasses.
“I can’t believe we are saying these things,” said Gabbi.
“Why not? Why not take back the dirty fantasies on our own terms,” said Chloe.
“Do you think we’ve drunk too much?” said Gabbi.
“Of course, we have,” said Chloe. “That doesn’t make it any less true.”
“Doesn’t it?” asked Gabbi.
“No, it is still true,” said Chloe. “It’s just without the wine we won’t admit to it.”
“We won’t?”
“No?”
“No.”
“To see Oliver and Liam in their undies giving each other a lap dance.”
“Those thick hairy legs together.”
“Those big beefy bums.”
“As hard as you like?”
Chloe laughed. “I like.”
“Oh Chloe,” said Gabbi
“Well?”
“I instantly got a mental picture of that after you said it.”
“The two boys coming out of their undies.”
“That soft cotton fabric falling away.”
“How do you think Liam would hold Oliver?”
“How do you think Oliver would hold Liam?”
“I think they would learn a lot about themselves.”
“I do too.”
“How to share the alpha.” She made parenthesis in the air with her fingers.
“How to let someone else take charge.”
“How to play nice with everyone.”
“I reckon it would be good for them.”
“Make men of them.”
“Not that they aren’t men now.”
“They are both kind of new age guys.”
“That’s why I think they would get something out of it.”
“I think that too.”
“More wine?” said Chloe.
“You have to stop smiling like that.”
“More wine?” said Chloe.
“Oh, I think so,” said Gabbi.
They chugged their wine.
“How big is Liam?” asked Gabbi.
“That’s why I married him,” Chloe slurred. “And Oliver?”
“Oh.” Gabbi laughed out loud. “Oliver is thick.” She gave a kind of a shiver.
“I wondered that on the beach on the Goldie,” said Chloe. She looked to Gabbi to see if she’d gone too far.
“Oliver is good at it,” said Gabbi.
“Yes, Liam is too.”
They raised their glasses. “To Liam and Oliver,” said Chloe. They chugged their wine.
“To Liam and Oliver,” said Gabbi. They chugged their wine.
“To Liam and Oliver,” they said in unison. They chugged their wine again.
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