Chris Simon - A real hot number

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.