"What's the matter, honey?" Patti asked. "You're so quiet."
"Nothing," I said. I parked the car and sat for a moment behind the wheel.
"Something is bothering you," she said. I could tell that she was genuinely concerned. She reached across the front seat and put her hand in my hair. Her touch was soft, gentle.
"We can go home if you want," she said. "We don't have to go through with it."
I looked at her. "It's not that," I said.
"What then?"
That was just it: I didn't know what was bothering me. Perhaps I did want to go home. Even since last week when we had spent the night with Brian Bennett I found it difficult to know just what it was I wanted.
Perhaps it was Patti, I thought. She's changed.
"Is it me?" she asked, sensing my thoughts.
"No," I lied.
"I know I've changed," she said. "But I thought you wanted a wife like me… uninhibited and sexually free."
"I'm glad for the change," I said. "You're perfect. A perfect wife. You enjoy sex and you have none of the guilt that screws up so many marriages…"
She rubbed the side of my face. "What is it then?"
I didn't answer right away. I kept seeing her and Brian Bennett on the bed. She was sucking him and I was fucking her doggie-fashion. Then the image altered, and I remembered Brian sucking on the shaft of my cock as I fucked myself in and out of Patti's cunt.
"I'm tired, I guess," I said after a moment.
Patti smiled at me. "I love you," she said. "Remember that."
That, I think, is what has changed. Patti could never separate sex and love before. Now she could. She could love me… love me sincerely… but still enjoy sex with Brian Bennett. It was as though Patti had grown up suddenly.
Why should that threaten me? I wondered. That was it. I sensed a threat in her change. Was I afraid of losing her? Was that it? Was I afraid that she was going to grow up and away from me?
It was crazy, I thought. Two weeks ago I didn't care about her. We were separated, and I had my sex ads to fill my life. What had changed all of that?
"What are you thinking about?" Patti asked.
I smiled at her. "Nothing."
"Shall we go in?" she asked.
"Sure," I said. "That's what we're here for."
We locked the car and walked up the driveway to the house. I double checked the address, and then lit a match and read the nameplate. It was the correct house.
I rang the bell.
"Hi!" the man answering the door said. "I'm Ted."
"I'm Allen Dawson," I said, shaking his hand. "This is Patti; my wife."
He shook her hand too, and invited us into his house.
Ted Oliver was an extraordinarily handsome man. He was at least two inches over six feet, and he had a strong, handsome face. He had large brown eyes and dark brown hair, worn long, that hung onto his face in rich, full curls. His body was trim and hard, and he seemed in good shape.
I noticed that Patti took ail of this in too. We walked into the living room, and Patti didn't once take her eyes from Ted. A silly, girlish grin spread across her face. I expected her to start giggling at any moment.
As we entered the living room, I saw a woman sitting on the couch. I was immediately disappointed. She had long black hair, and a rather pretty face in a strange bloated way. But she was heavy; very heavy. I guessed that she was at least thirty, perhaps even forty pounds overweight. "I'd like you to meet my wife, Barbara," said Ted as we entered the room.
Patti and I said hello.
She smiled at me, and her face lighted up. I decided that she was very pretty. She would have been beautiful if it hadn't been for her weight.
"Hello," she said. She had a soft, sexy voice. "So glad you could make it."
She was looking right at me. I smiled back at her and turned around to look at Patti, but she was still admiring Ted Oliver. She had the same grin on her face as before. This time, however, he was grinning back at her.
We all sat down and Ted provided us with the drinks. We talked casually for a while, breaking the ice, trying to create a mood without being too obvious.
I kept taking surreptitious looks across to Barbara Oliver. She had a plump, heavy figure. Her breasts were enormous, and hung down to her stomach. Her hips were wide and thick, and her thighs reminded me of tree trunks. As good-looking as her husband was, I was beginning to find her unappealing. There was something about her that turned me off.
"Why don't you come here and sit next to me," Barbara said. She smiled pleasantly at me. Something very sexy flickered in her large brown eyes.
"Sure," I said, trying not to be self-conscious. I walked across the room, and sat next to her on the couch. I could smell her perfume. It was light and subtle and very sexy.
"Your first time?" she asked.
"Patti's first time," I said. "Not mine."
"Your first time!" Ted said to Patti. "Well, I'll have to take special care of you."
Both Patti and he laughed. I tried to, but it came out more of a grunt.
"Don't worry," Barbara said to me. "I'll take care of you, too." She ran the tip of her tongue across her top lip.
"With new friends," Ted began, "Barb and I have found a pretty good way of breaking the ice. It's kind of silly, but it works pretty well."
I looked across at him. He was holding Patti's hand. "What's that?" I asked.
"Spin-the-Bottle," he said. "Now don't laugh. It works."
I looked at Barbara. She was still running her tongue across her lips. "I'm game," I said.
"Okay," Ted said. "First we'll shut the lights."
He got up and shut the hallway light first, then he returned to the living room and shut all but a lamp. He stopped at the bar and brought back an empty vodka bottle with him.
"Then we all sit on the rug," he continued. He helped Patti down. She sat on the rug next to him. She had her legs tucked under her, to the side, and she was sitting on her thighs.
I sat with my back to the couch. Barbara, I noticed, was sitting next to me, with her legs crossed. As she crossed them, I could see a flash of thigh flesh.
"Now," Ted continued. "All we do is spin the bottle," he held the bottle up, "and whomever it stops at, you have to kiss that person. If it points to someone of the same sex, you have the option of spinning again, or if you don't object, you can continue with each other. If you spin again, you must kiss whomever it stops at. Even your own wife or husband."
It didn't sound too exciting, I thought.
"Of course," Ted added, "the lights will be out. You can kiss for as long as you both want."
Ted reached up and switched off the lamp. The room grew immediately dark. I waited a moment or two for my eyes to readjust to the darkness, but they didn't. All I could see were two shadowy figures across from me. One of them was Ted, and the other was Patti. They seemed to be somewhat closer now that the light was shut.
"I'll spin first," Ted said.
I could smell Barbara's perfume, and I was very aware of her presence nearby.
I heard a spin of the bottle making a swishing noise against the rug. A moment later the noise stopped, and Ted said: "Let's see… who is it pointing to?… Who is this?"
"It's me," Patti said.
"Good," said Ted. "Now don't mind us… I'm sure you will think of something to do while you're waiting…"
I strained my eyes, and watched the two shadows come together in the darkness. I tried to make out what they were doing, but I couldn't see anything. I heard the movement of clothing, and a faint rustling noise. I heard the wet noise of lips pressed against lips.
I turned towards Barbara, sensing her presence near me. She was on her knees, standing next to me. Her arms reached out, and lifted me until I was on my knees, with my body facing hers. I put my arms around her, and drew her warmth towards me.
Her mouth was open when I kissed her. Her tongue touched mine, and then pried open my mouth. Her kiss was soft and sensual, and I began to enjoy it almost immediately. Her lips were thick and full, and she ran her tongue around the inside of my mouth with the same licking slowness as she had run it across her own lips.
I saw her reason for being on her knees. She pressed her thighs against my crotch, pressing the fullness of her cunt against my growing erection. She began to hump herself against me, and I felt her open her thighs slightly so that the tip of my erection passed between her legs.
We kissed like that for another five minutes. During that time, I managed to put my hands on her tits, and I played with their large, doughy softness. I unhooked her bra, and she fell into my hands. Her nipples were like giant cherries in the middle of all that flesh. She touched my cock once, near the end of the kiss, and fondled it through my pants.
"Who's turn is it now?" I heard someone say. I pulled away from Barbara. It was Patti's voice.
"Your turn," Ted said. "You spin."
Patti fumbled in the dark for the bottle and then she spun it.
"I think I got you, Allen," she said. Apparently, she didn't realize that you were suppose to cheat in the dark.
We reached across the dark room and changed places. Patti's body fell next to mine, and we lay back on the rug. I began to kiss her. Her mouth was open, and her tongue lashed hotly against mine.
Her blouse was pulled from her skirt, and I slipped my hand up inside of it. Her bra was loose. I touched her breast. Her nipple was wet.
I placed my hand between her legs and ran it up under her skirt. Her panties were off, and I touched her cunt. I slipped my finger up inside of her. Her body was like molten fire, and her cunt dripped.
I pulled away from her lips. Her missing panties excited me.
"What did you do?" I asked Patti, whispering in her ear.
"Why?" she whispered back. "What did you do?"
"Kissed mostly," I said. "A little feeling."
"That's all?"
"Yes," I answered. "What did you do?"
She touched my cock. "You won't get mad?" she asked.
"Don't be silly," I said. "That's what we're here for. I just want to know."
"I went down on him," Patti confessed. She opened my zipper and took my cock out. She began to jerk me off.
"Did you fuck?" I asked.
"Not yet," she said. "Did you?"
"No." I put my hand down on my own cock. "Go down on me," I said.
She did, and I felt the wetness of her mouth all over my cock. She sunk her face to the base of my organ, and licked at the head of my cock with the tip of her tongue. Since Brian Bennett, her technique had improved greatly. Patti had become a great cock, sucker.
I was anxious to continue.
"It's my turn, I think," I said.
Patti pulled her lips away from my cock. I began to put it back in my pants.
"Leave it out," she whispered. "For her."
I did, and I spun the bottle. It pointed to Ted.
"I've got Barbara," I said.
I watched her hulking shadow lumber across the room towards me. She was on her knees, wobbling back and forth, until she was pressed up against me again. I opened my arms, and she slid in next to me. Her body was warm, and her mouth was open.
My naked cock pressed into her skirt. Her hand came down from my shoulder, and she placed it between our bodies. Her fingers tightened around my cock. She moaned with the contact.
"You're big," she whispered, still kissing me.
After Brian Bennett, that made me feel good. I pushed my hips forward, and allowed the entire length of my cock to slide through her fingers. She squeezed me as I pushed, and her thick, warm fingers made my cock tingle.
I began to unbutton her blouse, slowly, button by button. In a moment, her blouse was loose, and her tits hung out. I scooped them up in my hands, squeezing and pulling them. Her breasts were enormous, and I squashed them together. She moaned, and I tried to clamp my hands all over her tits, but their great size prevented me from doing so. So much of her flesh was left untouched.
I bent forward, and took a nipple in my mouth. It was hard and hot, and she pressed my face into her chest. She lifted her left tit, and pressed it against the side of my face as I sucked on the right. I felt the tingle of the nipple slide across the ridges of my ear.
"Take off my blouse," Barbara said.
I slipped it from her shoulders, and she was naked to the waist. I bent back to kiss her, and she continued to fondle my cock.
"Oooohhhh!" someone said. It was Patti, and she was moaning in pleasure. I wondered what he was doing to her.
I heard a pull of clothing, and an unmistakable grate of a zipper.
"Who's turn is it?" Patti asked. Apparently her moan was louder than she had expected, and she grew self-conscious.
"Mine," Barbara said. She spun the bottle.
"I've got Allen," she said.
Someone said good. I think it was Patti.
Barbara turned back towards me, still on her knees. I reached for her skirt and lifted it. I put my hand between her legs and touched her cunt. It was fat and full, and her panties were wet. I slipped my hand down them, and I touched a thick, heavy forest of cunt hair.
The lips separated, and I felt her clitoris. It was larger than any I've ever felt: it was like a huge lump of flesh; like a nipple from her tit. It was hard, rock hard. I put my finger on it, and pushed it back down into the flesh of her cunt. Barbara moaned.
I began to rotate her clitoris. I used two fingers, and I pressed it heavily down. Her cunt was so wet, that I felt her discharge sopping against my hand. My finger made a squishing noise as I spun her clit.
"Let me put it in," I said.
"Not yet," Barbara answered. "Put it on the outside."
She took my cock in her hand, and pulled down the front of her panties, exposing her cunt. She guided my cock in between her legs, just under her cunt. Then she let the panties go, and the elastic snapped back, imprisoning my cock against the wet underside of Barbara's cunt. The sensation was unique; I felt the silken sensuality of her panties pulling against the underside of my cock, and I felt the wet softness of her cunt's flesh against the top of my cock.
"Hump me," she said.
As I slid my cock in and out, between the lips of her cunt, Barbara grabbed onto either side of the panties, and pulled them upward, pressing my cock even more tightly against her cunt. She pulled the panties so hard that I thought they would rip, and I felt my cock pressed into her cunt. I felt her whole cunt against the length of my cock. I felt the wet discharge from between her cunt lips dribble down against the shaft of my cock, wetting it and making it slippery with the juice of her sex.
I had my tongue buried in her mouth, and both my hands on her tits. We kissed like that for a while, mouths open, my hands screwing against her naked breasts as though they were headlights, my cock, sliding in and out of her panties, pressed up between the lips of her cunt.
Over her shoulder, I tried to discern the two shapes I saw on the floor. I couldn't make them out. One shape seemed to blend into the other. I heard a wet, slurping noise.
I was curious as to what they were doing.
"It's my turn now," I said.
I spun and I got Patti.
"I've got you, hon," I said.
"Just a second," she said. A faint touch of panic touched her voice.
She came over to me and I kissed her. She was holding her skirt on with one hand. With the exception of the skirt, she was completely naked.
I loosened her hand, and the skirt fell down. I put my hand on her cunt, and shoved two fingers up inside of her. My fingers nearly fell into her, and I knew that her cunt had been well reamed out.
"Did you fuck her yet?" Patti asked.
"Not yet," I said.
"What are you waiting for?"
She spread her legs and I pushed a third finger up inside of her. I moved my hand as I would a cock, pushing in and out like a piston.
"Did he fuck you?" I asked.
She hesitated a moment. "Yes."
The idea excited me. I pictured it in my mind.
"Is he big?" I wanted to know.
"Not as big as you," Patti confessed. "But he's good."
"Were you fucking just now?" I asked.
"Yes."
I pushed her back, and lowered my face to her cunt. I put my lips against her clitoris, and began to lick her with my tongue. I wet my three fingers with my own saliva, pushing my tongue up inside of her, and then sliding it up the valley between her lips, until I was licking at her clit. She began to shudder and moan, and I felt strangely close to an orgasm. All I kept on thinking about was that Ted Oliver's cock had been where my mouth now was. The thought excited me, and I licked feverishly at my wife's cunt.
"Who's turn is it now?"
It was Ted's voice, and it held just the slightest trace of impatience. I could tell he wanted Patti; he could have his wife any night.
"It's my turn," Patti said. She was flat on her back and I was eating at her cunt with my mouth. I continued to lick at her as she sat up.
She got up on her hands and knees, searching for the bottle. I reached behind her, and grabbed her ass with my hands. I bent forward and began to lick at Patti's ass with my tongue. I felt her shudder as my tongue slid up and down the crack between her cunt and her asshole.
"Jesus!" Patti said as she spun the bottle. My tongue was in her ass, and she was on her hands and knees, bent over. I felt the slobber of her cunt against my face.
"I've got…" she began.
"Me!" said Ted. "You've got me!"
"That's right," she confessed. I watched her squirm across the dark room towards him. She bumped into Barbara who was returning to me. I heard the wet slap of naked flesh bang into each other, and the two women continued in their own paths.
Barbara was naked when I touched her. She had nothing at all on. She was still on her knees, and I touched her cunt. Her cunt was so wet and open that I think I could have put my whole hand up inside of her cunt.
She bent forward and started sucking my cock. Her mouth was hungry, and she swallowed the whole shaft. I fell sidewise on her, twisting my body until I had my face pressed into her cunt. She parted her thighs, and I buried my mouth in her cunt.
I could smell her cunt. It reeked of fucking and sucking. It was filled with the smell of sweat, and her cunt lips dripped with saliva. I pushed my tongue deeply into her body, and she wiggled her hips down until my tongue was fully extended inside of her box. Her cunt hair scratched against my chin, and my mouth was filled with loose fibers of detached hairs.
Her mouth was like a vacuum cleaner: she sucked my cock up into her wetness until I felt she was going to pull it out by the roots. I felt her lips and her tongue and her teeth all at once, moving against the hardness of my erect cock. I felt her tongue slide down the opening of the hole, lick thirstily for any trace of moisture, and then finally nuzzle itself hotly against the thick bundle of nerve endings at the underside of my cock.
I pushed a finger into Barbara's asshole, and she returned the favor by shoving one of her finger's into my asshole. Her finger was fat and thick, and she pushed it violently up until I felt as though I had to shit. She began to twist her finger around like a corkscrew, and I felt my balls tightening, preparing to explode.
I pushed my mind back and away from cuming. It was too soon, I began to listen to the room, to Patti and Ted. I tried to turn in their direction, but I was locked in Barbara's thighs.
"Harder…" I heard Patti say. "Harder!"
"Uuh!… Uuh!" I heard Ted saying. "Uuh!"
With each grunt, I imagined a thrust forward with his cock into Patti's wet cunt. I heard a wet, moving sound, and a smacking kiss of flesh against flesh.
"All the way in!" Patti whispered. Her voice was urgent, and a trembled of excitement colored it. "Push it all the way in!"
"It is!" Ted said.
"Oh, God!" she moaned.
I tried to lift my head, but the thickness of Barbara's thighs completely covered my head. I was pressed tightly into her cunt, and I had to pull my face back occasionally or I would have smothered. Each time I wriggled my tongue in her, Barbara would tighten her thighs around my neck, and I would feel my face squashed into the wet flap of her cunt.
"Let me get on top!" I heard Patti say.
There was a sound of movement, and a short sucking sound of cock wetly withdrawing from cunt. I heard a plop of flesh smack against the rug, and then a sound of flesh sliding into flesh.
"Oh, God!" Patti said. "It's in."
I listened to them fucking, excited by the idea and the wild images I imagined in my mind. I thought of Ted Oliver's cock going in and out, in and out, in and out… of Patti's cunt!
I pulled my face away from Barbara's cunt. My tongue was so stiff from having been extended so deeply in her cunt that I found it difficult to form words. I wiped at the wetness of my face with the back of my hand, and I spit out a hair or two.
"Let's fuck!" I urged.
Barbara was agreeable. She loosened her lips about my cock, and moved her body away from mine. She rolled over on her back of the floor, and lay next to me with her thighs wet and parted.
"Put it in," she said.
I lowered myself onto her: it was a strange, novel experience. I felt a mountain of flesh under me. A soft, hot, wet mountain of excited, impassioned flesh. I felt her huge breasts under my chest, and the tightening, pulling softness of her thighs as she wrapped her legs around my hips. The swell of her stomach held me up, and reminded me of a rubber pillow.
I supported my body with my knees, and she guided my cock into her cunt with her hand. The moment I penetrated her, I felt something strange and unexpected.
Her cunt was tight! I felt a pleasurable tightness against my cock as I slid into her cunt. The largeness and the looseness of her outside was not evident on her inside. Her cunt was tight, and I felt a surge of raw sexual excitement as my cock was bathed wetly in the friction of her body.
Then the tightness loosened, and I felt my cock slide all the way into her body with ease. I felt a sudden wetness and looseness, and I hunched forward, penetrating her cunt with the full thickness and length of my cock.
Then, a moment later, like a wet hand around my cock, I felt the muscles of her cunt wrap themselves around my cock and begin to squeeze. Her cunt felt like a vise. I felt the constriction from the base to the tip of my cock. I could feel every inch of her passageway, as she tightened her body around my cock.
A moment later it loosened again, and I slid myself in and out of the wetness of her relaxed cunt. I slipped myself in and out, feeling the excited swell of pleasure wash against the tip of my cock.
In the middle of a thrust, she clamped down upon me again, and wrapped her cunt tightly around my cock. I groaned with the pleasure. I'd never felt cunt muscles do what Barbara's were doing. Her cunt reminded me of the tightness of Brian Bennett's ass: only her cunt was better! Her cunt was wetter, looser, more exciting!
Barbara continued to squeeze my cock as if she were attempting to milk me. Her cunt opened and closed around me, loosened and unloosened, and I slid in and out of her body, feeling my orgasm building wildly in my loins.
Compensation! I thought. Her body was compensating for being overweight. She was the best fuck I'd ever had in my life! I've never felt a cunt do what hers was doing. I didn't care that she was heavy now, and I was sorry that she had first turned me off. I pushed my cock as deeply into her magical cunt as I could, and I kept of thinking: compensation! Compensation!
In the middle of fucking, I heard someone laughing. It was Barbara. I was fucking her and she was laughing.
"I've forgotten," she said, "whose turn it was!"
She was laughing and groaning in pleasure. It seemed absurd, and I began to laugh. From the other side of the room there was a silence.
"I don't think they're playing any longer," I said, still thrusting my cock in and out of Barbara's wonderful cunt. "You take a turn."
She reached back for the bottle with her hand, but she couldn't reach it. She began to turn her body, not letting go of my cock. I stood on my knees, and she twisted her body completely around, until she had her ass to me. She was on her knees, with my cock still buried deeply inside of her, and she was reaching across the dark living room for the bottle.
"I've got it!" she said. She squeezed my cock with her cunt.
I placed both my hands on her broad back and ass, and she scrunched her body down, tightening her grip on my cock. I continued to push myself in and out of her cunt, feeling my balls and thighs pressed tightly against the back of her thighs. She began to rotate her ass in a small, erotic circle, tightening and loosening her grip on my cock as she turned her body. I plunged in and out of her cunt, hearing the wet sucking noise of my cock parting the hairy folds of her cunt lips as I moved.
She spun the bottle. "I've got you Allen," she said. But her voice had altered somewhat; there was a tenseness in it. An excited edge that made me know that she was close to her own orgasm.
She lowered the top of her body, cradling her face in the fold of her arms. Her body was like a pyramid: her head at one end, and her knees and cunt at the other.
I looked down the broad white slope of her back. I could just barely discern the white cushion of her ass as I plunged my cock as deeply into her cunt as I could. I felt her tightening around my cock, bending her body to bring an even higher degree of pleasure to both of us.
"Soon," Barbara said. Her cunt was like a molten fist around my cock. "Soon!"
I looked past her naked, bent body, into the dark of the room. I could see two huddled figures across from us. Patti and Ted: fucking!
I saw her limbs entwined in his, and he was sucking on her tits. I saw Patti plunging up and down on his cock, and I saw Ted pushing his hips up and down to smack hotly into her loins.
The sight excited me: why I don't know. But it did, and I continued to watch them fucking, feeling my own orgasm growing harder and hotter in my balls.
I felt a sudden, searingly hot clutch of flesh around my cock! Barbara was cuming, and she had tightened her cunt around me as though she were trying to squeeze my cock into dust.
"Oh! Oh! Ooohhhh!" Barbara said.
I began to cum. My cock began to spurt scum into the tight, narrow crevice of her cunt. I grabbed onto her hips with both my hands, and pulled her into me. Her cunt loosened momentarily, and I felt myself being swallowed into her body. She tightened her muscles again, and I felt my sperm shoot out, under pressure, and bathe the inside of her cunt.
I looked across the room at Patti and Ted. They were still fucking silently, her cunt riding up and down his cock and his balls bouncing into her ass. I watched them fucking and began to cum again.
"FUCK HER!" I heard myself say. "FUCK HER!"
No! my mind screamed. But it was too late: I had said it already. Sperm was plopping from my cock, smashing into the tight lining of Barbara's cunt.
I fell forward onto the cool, hulking flesh of Barbara's back. My eyes were open, and I was still watching Patti and Ted. Sperm only dribbled from my cock now, but my excitement was still intense. I lay there, in the dark, still deeply buried in Barbara's cunt, and I watched them fucking. I couldn't take my eyes from them.
After a few moments more, Patti began to cum. Her body was frantic, and she was screaming and moaning loudly: "Fuck me! Fuck me! I'm cuming…"
And then, for some strange reason, I came again. A short, intense orgasm, with my eyes open, watching Patti, my wife, being fucked.
I came again, still buried in Barbara's cunt.