A special thank you to Sexy-Geek for his editorial assistance.
This story contains themes of cuckold and wittol and takes place a few years before CJ's marriage and while she was living with her current husband.
*****
CJ and I had been dating for a few months when her living situation changed. She had been living with a widow Aunt that tried to put conditions on her while she lived there. So CJ moved in with a couple that she had become friends with, but it didn't work out as they wanted her to date one of their friends. She did date him for a few weeks and then ended it.
Eventually, she moved in with me and my two roommates. CJ was in her early twenties and the rest of us were mid-twenties. It didn't take long to figure out that CJ living with me and my roommates was not going to work. So CJ and I decided to move on and get our own place.
We rented a small two bedroom house that was partially furnished. There was a small guest house behind it that was also rented out. We got to know the tenant, Pat, fairly well. He was about six foot tall with a slender build and long blondish hair past his shoulders. He drove a van that had Budweiser logos on the side and it carried two professional model foosball tables.
In the evenings Pat would put on foosball tournaments sponsored by Budweiser at the local bars and clubs. He had several friends that would come to his home during the day and they partied as they smoked weed and played foosball. CJ and I became regular visitors to these impromptu parties when work and life allowed.
It was not uncommon to see young women leaving Pat's home in the morning after spending the night. Rumors had it that Pat was pretty well endowed and was a very good lover. On the nights the weather was good, Pat would leave his windows open and on a few occasions CJ and I could hear Pat and the girls he had brought home from the club or bar.
CJ worked for a popular department store at the time and was required to work one day each weekend, but was given a day off during the week. Often CJ would go and play foosball with Pat and the guys on her day off while I was at work.
As was the fashion of those days, she would wear tube tops most of the time. Her small breasts had a hard time holding the top in place as she moved and jumped around as they played and she was constantly tugging the top back up. Her shorts were usually cutoff jeans that had been washed so many times the edges had frayed, and a pair of slip on sandals. Her blond hair at the time was long and she generally kept it in a braid that came down to the middle of her back.
As CJ got to know Pat and his friends better she started to go back to Pat's home and play foosball with the guys and party with them during the week on her day off more often. CJ had gotten pretty good at foosball and could hold her own with the guys. The guys liked playing with CJ, but sometimes she became a distraction when her top would work its way down and the tops of her small breasts would be become exposed to them. Occasionally one or even both of her tiny nipples would peek out over the top of her tube top and the guys would accuse her of doing it on purpose to throw them of their game.
On this day CJ had been cleaning around the house and had pretty much finished and was bored. As she glanced out the window she saw two of Pat's friend go to his home and figured Pat was up and he would soon be partying with his friends. After about fifteen minutes she decided to go to Pat's home to see if they needed another partner to play. They were sharing a joint and were glad to see her as they needed a fourth person to play. Pat was glad to see CJ and handed her a joint as she walked in and she gladly took a big hit to catch up with them. They all sat down to get high before they started to play.
Pat went to the refrigerator and got them all long neck bottles of Budweiser beer as he got it for free from his sponsor. As they gathered around the game table, Pat took CJ's arm and pulled her to his side and said, "I want you on my team today."
This particular day CJ was teasing and flirting with Pat as they played. They were on the same team and she stood next to Pat. She was giving all of them a nice view of the tops of her small but firm breasts. Her cutoff jeans had been washed so often they had become very short and the cheeks of her ass peeked out the bottom as she would bend forward to play. None of this went unnoticed by Pat or his friends.
CJ and Pat would high five when one would make a good play and Pat would pull her to him and give her a tight hug when they would win a game. She could feel his cock press against her as they hugged. It seemed to grow larger with each hug.
He would make sure that he pressed his cock just hard enough against CJ so that she could feel it. Her tiny nipples grew harder every time he pressed against her. She had heard the rumors of Pat's prowess and size and had often wondered about how good he would be in bed. CJ looked up at Pat after one of his hugs and saw his knowing smile and she realized he had intentionally been pressing his rod against her.
They stopped after a few games to refresh their beers and to smoke some more pot. After they finished the joint CJ took a break to go to the bathroom. When she came out, Pat's friends were walking out the door. CJ gave them both a hug as she said her goodbyes, then turned to Pat and said, "I guess I should be going, too."
"Aw," Pat said, "why don't you stay and smoke another joint." CJ accepted, wondering what else Pat had in mind. They sat on the couch and passed the joint between them. CJ was relaxing from the high and lying back with her head resting back on the sofa.
