You've Got Me on My Knees.
My elegant and tall wife and I were at a couples party: six couples, twelve persons in all. One couple was a gay couple so there were seven guys at the party and five girls.
It was a weekly thing for this group and naturally we played couples games: pass the orange, couples ring toss, and of course, drinking games.
It was quite late and the last game of the night was a version of Simon Says mixed with Musical Chairs. The hosts told us all that when a person lost they had to go out to their car. It was a clever way to end a party.
There was a circle of chairs and each couple sat next to each other. With one person in the center being Simon.
The first person to be Simon was the hostess. She said, "Simon says if you are wearing red switch seats with another person. While people moved she and her husband did two things: they removed one chair and she stole someone's seat. The result was that two people had no place to sit. The last one went out to her car and the second to last became Simon.
The next Simon was this guy, Victor. He wasn't very creative so he said, "If you're wearing blue switch seats. One chair was removed, one more person went to their car, and Tina became Simon.
Tina said, "Simon says share ten facts about your partner in ten seconds or you're out."
I was seated next to the vivacious Lauren and we both started spewing out facts, talking over each other as fast as we could. I did my best to listen while thinking up facts about my wife Layla.
I heard Lauren say, "Steve collects coins, he always falls asleep on the couch, he's overweight, he's a great oral debater..."
I was saying, "Lauren is five-seven, she's twenty-eight, she never falls asleep on the couch, she's not overweight..."
I kinda got sucked into listening to what Lauren said and copying. So after I heard that Steve was a great oral debater that word 'oral' was stuck in my head and I blurted out, "Layla doesn't like oral sex."
The stunned look on Lauren's face said it all. She stopped dead in her tracks and was unable to finish her list. When the ten seconds were up Lauren had to go out to her car. Just before she left she leaned in close to me and whispered, "Really!? Well you made me lose. And guess what - I love it."
It was my turn to be stunned. I sat there stone still watching her go. I didn't mean to share that. And why did she say she loved it? Did she mean receiving or giving? Just what did she intend by telling me this too personal information.
I lost the next round when I failed to do the Macarena. I told Layla she didn't need to hurry because I knew she wanted the prize if she won, a silly pair of crystal ducks. She asked me to pull the car up and wait for her because we were parked far away and she didn't want to walk to the car alone. Then I headed out.
When I stepped outside Lauren was there waiting for Steve, "Hop iiin Alex. I'll give you a liff to your car." It was four blocks so I did. Her magnificent full boobs were practically falling out of her tight blue dress and I enjoyed quite the eyeful as she leaned over to extend the invitation.
I was more than tipsy, she was too, and neither one of us should have been driving. Making small talk I mentioned our drunkenness and she floored me again, slurring her words as she said, "Affer I pick up steve we'll just find a place to park and I'll blow him in the car until we sober (hiccup) up. But I guess you and Layla'll need to find sumpin' else to do."
I offered back, "Yea, we can practice our oral debating skills while you practice the more exciting oral skills." We laughed drunkenly.
With one block to go I apologised for making her lose. She replied, "You're fuckin right you better say your sorries! I really wanted those drystal fucks. You owe me fuster." She really shouldn't have been driving.
Pulling up behind my car Lauren turned to me, "I need a little warm up before I practice with Steve. And you owe me." Then she just bent over and unzipped my zipper.
I shouldn't have let her but she's hot, and I was drunk, and who knew how long it was going to be before Steve and Lauren were done.
It was a first rate slobbery blowjob with lots of tongue, and a little deep throat action too. She was quite the fellatrix. When I came she swallowed it all, even retrieving any last bits from her lips with a manicured finger when she sat up.
"Wow! That was amazing. I'm sorry I took so long - you know, alcohol."
"That wasn't too long." She smiled widely, "I liked it. And mmm tasty." She winked at me then sucked her finger sexily. Man! Steve was a lucky man.
"Well, it's been too long for me. That was the first blowie I've had since I've been married." Instantly I knew I shouldn't have said that either. Alcohol!
I watched her pull up to the house ahead of me. Steve was waiting and they presumably drove off to a secluded spot. Layla came out not long after and we talked in the car. She'd had a good time that night and had even won the crystal ducks.
Sometime before next week's party we had a fight. She'd heard that I'd told Lauren that she didn't like oral. The thought of her talking to Lauren filled me with terror. What if Lauren accidentally spilled the beans?
Anyway, no matter how much I begged she wouldn't forgive me or let it go. The fight got worse and I slipped up and said it was her fault for not giving more blowjobs. It wasn't true. I just wanted to blame her in the heat of the fight.
During the next few days she froze me out, gradually getting less mad until just before we were due to leave for the weekly party. Then something happened and she renewed her anger, simmering hotly without saying a word.
The party was at Josh and Randy's house. Layla spent the night avoiding me but nothing special happened until someone suggested we end the night with a game of Simon Says.
I glanced at Lauren, remembering last week's blowjob, how her boobs had pressed on my leg as she lay across the seats, and also thinking about how far away I was, or actually wasn't, parked tonight. She didn't notice me or even seem to care.
The game went great at first, eliminating one person at a time until finally there were only four of us left: me, Jerome, Layla, and one half of the gay couple. Randy had lost and gone up to bed a half hour earlier.
Josh is a wild guy and when he was Simon he said, "Simon says, pretend to provide a blowjob or cunnilingus to the person closest to you."
