Prior to getting married to my wife Joan, we lived in a small two story apartment in a shady part of town. We only lived there for about 6 months then moved into a bigger place, in a nicer area. Upstairs lived a couple, Phil and Pedie, who have two girls. My wife liked Pedie, but could not stand her husband Phil She said he was dirty and always looked at her like he wanted to fuck her. She told me he was lazy and was a terrible husband and father. I told her she was crazy and Phil was harmless.
Phil was a skinny white guy with dirty blonde hair who could not keep a steady job. He spent his days either drinking beer or smoking weed. His wife worked and pretty much supported the family. Phil always ran around in Levis and a tank top t-shirt. He did do odd jobs to make spending money, but never anything steady. Phil did have the gift of gab and was a big talker who had big plans that never materialized.
He always told me that he was hot for Joan because Pedie was a skinny woman and he liked that fact that Joan has huge tits and always dressed sexy, both true. Phil's talk about Joan did not bother me because I felt he was harmless. He was all talk and no action, so I thought.
My wife and I both worked at the same company, in different cities. Joan was a secretary for a manager in the company. To work, Joan usually wore a short skirt, which highlighted her thick legs, and a tight sweater that would show off her large breasts. She would also wear panty hose with no panties.
My wife has two children from a previous marriage Joan never lost all of her weight after having the two children. She was not fat and her cantaloupe sized breasts looked perfect on her thick hips and stocky legs. I would describe her as, "Rubenesque." She has platinum blonde hair and the red lipstick she wore made her look like a 50's pinup model. People often told her she looked like Gwen Stefani, with big breasts.
Joan loves sex and her nipples are extremely sensitive. They are large pink nipples with an areola that is about 3" wide. When I suck on her nipples (which could grow to about 3/4" long) I could almost get her to cum, just from that. Being a tit man I had no problem spending alot of time just sucking her nipples and trying to get as much of her tit into my mouth as I could.
One Friday afternoon I got home early from work and the kids wanted to spend the night over a friend's house. I took them there and when I got home Phil asked me to go with him to score some weed. I went with him and on the way home he told me that what he got was some of the best he ever had. I just blew him off because I was not really into weed. Oh I would take a hit off a joint now and then, but not an everyday smoker, like Phil.
We got back to my place and Phil went upstairs to his apartment. He came back down to my place and told me that he was gonna hang out with me and we could smoke some weed and listen to music because Pedie was taking the girls to her parents house to spend the night.
Little did I know what Phil had planned for the evening. Unbeknownst to me Phil bought some weed that was not your, "everyday" weed. The weed that he bought was super potent and not your every day run of the mill street weed. I found out later that the weed Phil got that night was 20 times stronger than the regular stuff. Phil lit up a joint (a potent one) and passed it to me. I took one hit and passed it back. What I did not notice was that Phil was not taking a hit off the joint but faking it and then passing it back to me.
We, I should say I, finished the joint and was blitzed. Just after dark and about an hour later, Joan came home from work. As usual she was wearing her mini skirt, a tight navy blue sweater, pantyhose and high heels. When she came in I saw Phil could not take his eyes off her. Joan looked around the room, saw Phil was there, and then she noticed I was high and got pissed.
She yelled, "What the fuck Will, is that all you do all day is get high with Phil?"
Before I could answer, Phil said, "Joan cool it, Will only had a couple of hits. You gotta try this, it will calm you down."
Joan yelled back, "Mind your own fucking business Phil. I wasn't even talking to you!"
I could tell that Phil wanted to say something, but wisely he kept his mouth shut.
Joan went into the kitchen, poured herself a glass of wine and drank it down. Poured another glass, came into the living room, turned on the TV and sat down on the couch next to me, crossing her legs. With her thick legs, her skirt hiked up to where the tops of her pantyhose were clearly visible to Phil, who was sitting on the chair next to Joan. I imagine he was drawing a mental picture of what she looked like, further up the pantyhose. Phil was sure he would soon find out that and more.
As we watched TV Phil produced another joint, lit it and passed it to Joan. At first Joan turned it down but Phil said, "Come on Joan it will calm you down after that hard day of work I am sure this is just what you need." Joan grabbed the joint and took a hit.
Phil did the same thing with Joan that he did with me earlier. Joan ended up smoking pretty much the whole joint. I could tell Joan was wasted. This did not stop Phil as he produced another joint, lit it and passed it to me. I took a hit and passed it to Joan who took a hit and passed it to Phil This time he did not even fake taking a hit as he took the joint from Joan and just passed it back to her. Joan was so fucked up she didn't even notice what Phil was doing.
I was sitting in the middle of the couch with Joan on my left and Phil still sitting on the chair to Joan's left. After the joint was gone Joan and I were so wasted we were just looking at the television, but had no idea what was on it.
Phil got up and made a telephone call. I heard him say the name, "Slim" during his conversation. I recognized the name as a friend of Phil's, a black guy that Phil would party with. I don't know why they called him slim because he was about 6'4" tall and about 300 pounds. Most of the weight was carried in his stomach. He was a soft spoken guy, who never caused any problems with anyone.
Phil hung up the phone and turned down the lights in the living room. When he sat back down he did not sit on the chair but squeezed his way between Joan and the edge of the couch. Joan didn't even flinch when Phil did this. Joan's head was resting on the back of the couch and I was pretty much resting my head on Joan's shoulders.
Phil lit another joint and rather than pass it to either Joan or myself, he shot-gunned the smoke directly into Joan's mouth. After giving Joan a hit, Phil would move Joan's head aside, lean over her (making sure to rest his chest on Joan's big tits) and blow the smoke into my mouth. By the time that joint was done Joan and I were toasted. We could barely move an arm or leg, much less form a sentence to speak. We were aware of what was going on, but due to the strength of the weed, could not control anything.
Phil reached over Joan and pushed my head away from her shoulder. He then turned Joan's head towards his and planted a kiss on her lips. It was a long, hard kiss and it was obvious to me that Phil's tongue was deep inside Joan's mouth. After the kiss Phil went to work on Joan's neck and ears.
Joan moaned and said, "No, Phil stop, what the..." as she put both her hands against his chest and tried to push him away. Being as stoned as she was she had no strength and all this did was excite Phil a little more.
Phil held Joan's head in his hands, making her look directly at him, and said, "Joan, I know you hate me and I don't give a shit. I have wanted to do this for a long time. This is just the beginning."
