My wife Sheila and I and most of our friends were all in our mid-20s and met every Friday and Saturday evenings at our apartment. Lloyd and Phyllis lived in the apartment over us and were different than the rest of the friends. They were about 10 years older. We were all in pretty good shape except 300 pound Lloyd. We were all straight except that after a few drinks, Lloyd went after men; usually me. They were the only couple that was never invited but they were always there.
One Friday night Lloyd had quite a few drinks and was hanging over the back of my chair. Like always, I got up and walked away. As I tried to keep from spilling my drink, I lost my balance. He knocked me down on the couch and all 300 pounds of him came down on me. Everybody thought it was too funny to help and when he started kissing me they laughed all the harder.
Somebody was playing with my cock and it was not Lloyd because his hands were on my shoulders. Who was it? Was it Donna? Could it be one of the Linda's? Or was it Cindy? I was finally able to see that it was Lloyd's wife Phyllis. As I tried to roll 300 pound Lloyd off me, Sheila was trying to pull Phyllis away from my dick. My cock was swelling up and that made Sheila madder and more determined to stop Phyllis from pleasuring me.
Meanwhile Lloyd was kissing my neck and everybody was laughing hysterically. I yelled. "Bob, stick your dick in his mouth and distract him."
Finally, I brought my knee up into Lloyd's balls and rolled him off onto the floor. That was the high point of the evening's entertainment. Lloyd was crying and Sheila was bitching at Phyllis. Everybody else kept laughing. I had fucked Cindy and one of the Linda's. Phyllis was the only one in the group that I had never even thought about Fucking. That is until now. Now I wondered if it was any good. She was bigger than Sheila and her tits were a lot bigger. I liked small women with smaller tits, but like most men, I liked different women; women that I hadn't had yet.
The swelling in my manhood was not going to go down so went into the bathroom and grabbed a pair of Sheila's panties out of the hamper to sniff and relieved myself. The smell of Sheila's panties and the memory of Phyllis playing with my manhood brought a big load up my shaft and into the toilet.
When I got back out in the living room, Bill said that he was going to fuck Lloyd in the ass. Lloyd was making cow eyes at him and everybody else was trying to egg them on, but nothing ever happened.
Sheila caught me trying to catch Phyllis's eye and got mad again. I said "Come on. I did not do anything with Phyllis. Ricky fucked you and I let it go."
"Maybe so you could hold it over my head. Or maybe so you could have Phyllis and I couldn't say anything."
"You are doing a good job of not saying anything. Come on Sheila, look at you and look at Phyllis. You are a babe. A drunk babe."
Sheila got mad and went to bed and I did catch Phyllis's eye. But what did her look mean? Was it "Come here and fuck me Bruce?" Or was it "What the hell are you looking at, Bruce?"
The next Friday night the friends started arriving with food and drink. Lloyd usually arrived later than the rest but he was not invited anyway. Phyllis usually dressed frumpy but tonight she wore a sexy silky dress with a lot of leg showing. Her tits were bigger than I liked and so was her ass but my eyes were looking at her beautiful, shapely legs and remembered her playing with my manhood the night before.
Sheila noticed it too and gave her a cold greeting. I had gone to the kitchen to fill the ice bucket and as I was walking out, Phyllis was walking in. She gave my dick a little squeeze as she walked past. This time she was dead sober, so there was the answer to my first question. The next question was when.
The next night we were meeting at Donna and Dave's house. Sheila and Donna were already there and I was supposed to bring Dave, Phyllis, and Lloyd. Lloyd was not home yet so I cornered Phyllis in the bathroom, lifted up her dress, pushed her panties aside, and stuck my finger in her pussy. She acted extremely nervous. Maybe she was nervous because Dave knew we were in the bathroom together.
Just when I was about to lay her across the hand sink, the phone rang. We both jumped. Dave answered and it was Sheila. I got on the phone and right away she wanted to know why Dave answered. I said it was because I told him too. I was in the front room looking for Lloyd's car. Then she wanted to know where Phyllis was and I said that she was here a minute ago; maybe she is in the bathroom.
Sheila said, "You three come on. Lloyd can drive his own car."
"Okay."
The three of us sat in front but when I tried to put my hand back on Phyllis's pussy, she moved it and gave me a look. Dave pretended not to notice, but I am sure that he did.
