The majority of this story is true. Some or part of the conversations has been added to compensate for the lack of recollection. This story is centered on the old teenage party game called Post Office. They may still play this game for all I know. It starts off with a male and female going to a private area, to neck. They get a few minutes of undisturbed necking. Just for the sake of explanation I'll call the first players Jane, Bill and Bob. Once Jane and Bill stop smooching. Jane sends Bill out to contact Bob. Bob comes in to spend a few minutes necking with Jane and then Bob sends Jane out for the female of his choice. This boy girl chain goes on until everyone grows tired of the game.
The action described here is all about married couples playing this adolescent game. This all happened in the late 1990's. For a few years my Wife and I were involved with a group of other married couples. We got together on weekends for parties at one of the couples homes. It might be a Super Bowl watch party, some special occasion or just a weekend get together. Any given weekend eight to twelve couples would attend. The Summer Saturday night here was a keg party in one couples back yard.
At some point someone said, "Why don't we play a game." Lots of suggestion was then voiced. None seemed to raise any interest.
Then one of the females said, "Post Office." This was followed by lots of laughs and giggles. For the next 20 to 30 minutes this is the subject of many jokes.
As the keg continued being drained one lady said. What would we use for the kissing spot? No one is taking my husband into that bedroom.
There was a sliding glass door right off the patio that leads to a spare bedroom.
Debra the host spoke up with a bit of slur. That's not really a bedroom. That's my office /sewing room and the room has a couch. This put a serious note to the situation.
Debra then took the hand of another husband named Todd. Come on Todd, let's get this party started. They then entered the room through the sliding glass doors.
While the rest of the party continued working on the Keg. Debra and Todd remained in the necking room for a short time.
Debra emerged a short time later announcing. Todd would like to see Karen.
Todd was one of the youngest spouses and very good looking. That may be the reason Karen didn't seem to hesitate in the least.
At this point my wife became very uneasy and intimidated. I wasn't sure what was happening. She is not a prude. Normally she is a good sport for teasing, flirting and dancing with other guys.
Here I should describe my wife, Kay. It's not the usual lit erotica description. In those the wife is always a knockout. Kay has a lovely face, but she is a size twelve. She is not obese and has no disgusting bulges or cellulite. She is just a bit larger version of sexy female. After all Marilyn Monroe was a size twelve. She has a beautiful pair of real "DD" breasts. Her boobs I'm sure are the envy of many babes with implants. Her skin is perfect. I'm talking about all over. Not a single blemish and it's very soft. She is really quite sexy nude or in panties and bra. Even though as I stated, she looks great and I tell her regularly. She is very self-conscious about her weight. She is always calling herself fat.
I asked her if she wanted to leave, only to find out that she was torn. She was worried that the others would think her a prude, if we left. While she was going to be embarrassed. If none of the Guys called her into the kissing room. I tried hiding my amusement at her feelings. I saw an opportunity. If a few of the guys called her name it might boost her self-admiration. Also it was a turn-on thinking of other guys holding and kissing her.
I walked over to the keg to get a refill. I spotted Dennis headed for the keg as well. Dennis was a member of our group who had always shown an eye for Kay. He loved to flirt with her and anytime there was dancing he never failed to get in one or two with my wife. Thinking of what I could say to him to get him to call on Kay. He beat me to the punch.
Dennis was thrilled over the activity. He said. This is fantastic; I haven't played Post Office in years. You won't be upset if I call on Kay?
No, not at all, in fact I hope you do. I then filled him in on her feelings. His eyes were starting light up.
He then asked. What if I get fresh and feel her up a bit?
I don't care man have fun. Kay she might tell you to behave yourself. It would be out of character for her to get irate and slap you. After all you have danced with her dozens of times.
Didn't have long to wait until one of the ladies called Dennis into the kissing room. Sure enough when she came out she walked directly over to tap Kay.
Kay looked at me with this face that said. What do I do now look?
I said. You had to expect this; Dennis is always flirting with you. Don't forget you were concerned about the others thinking of you as a prude. I think she wanted me to put up a stop sign and be the bad guy.
She said you are going to get upset.
No I am not. I quickly answered. If you don't want to go there you will have to be the one to say no. She then looked a bit shocked, so I added. We are all friend and why is this any different than kissing the bride at a wedding. Once she realized I wouldn't save her. She slowly headed for the sliding glass door.
I didn't time how long they were in there, but they had time to do a lot of necking. It was at the very least 10 minutes. When Dennis emerged he walked directly to his friend Jeff. He and Jeff were golf buddies. They spoke for much longer than it would take for him to only say, Kay wants to see you. I was already curious, but this chat between Dennis and Jeff caused my curiosity to intensify. I knew his next stop would be the keg. With a fresh cup in hand I saved him the trip. He saw me coming with a worried look until I handed him the beer.
I said. Stop looking so worried. I wanted you to boost her self-esteem. He began to relax. So I asked him to tell me what happened. He seemed to hesitate not wanting to kiss and tell, I guess. Then I said, tell me as much as you told Jeff at the least. He laughed and opened up then.
This is what he told me. She walked into the room and said. You wanted to see me.
I said I want to do much more than just see you baby. We just put our lips together slightly parted. It was just a friendly little kiss. I was moving my hand up and down her spine. Everything got heated up after about 20 or 30 seconds. She melted into me and I pushed my tongue into her mouth.
As He told the story He kept check my expression. I had to keep reassuring him that it was fine.
He went on. I was running my hand up and down her back. I kept going lower and lower to see if she would stop me. The kiss got more and more intense. I'm holding her really tight with my left arm and before I know my right hand is on her ass. When she didn't resist I move both hands down to enjoy that great ass. He then stopped and studied my face.
I said. It's ok man stop with the worry.
He went on with his account. Now I'm getting a massive erection and I'm pulling her right into it as I massage her ass. Now she blows my mind when she is hugging me really tight and feels my hard on. She starts rubbing her cunt against my hard cock. Well I knew this wasn't going to last long and I didn't want to miss my chance to checkout those tits. I take my right hand off her ass and move up and put it right on her left boob. She didn't say a word. Man her boobs are fantastic! I'm going out of my mind. One hand on her ass the other on her boob. She's rubbing her clit on my hard cock. I'm about to cum in my pants and she was really pushing vigorously. We both then decide we better break it off and get out of there. Out of fear that you and my wife are going to notice how long we have been in here.
