His ‘have a good time’ statement echoed in my ears as I pictured Tammy.

Steve called me today to let me know that he had been called out of town on a business trip and wouldn’t be able to make our regular Wednesday Night poker game. He was sorry about the situation but assured me that we could still have the game at his house since he had the poker table and chips. He had checked with his wife, Tammy, and she said she wouldn’t mind. In fact, she had said she would even make up for his absence by making some hors d’oeuvres for us. He told me to make ourselves at home and have a good time. I wished him a good trip and started to clean off my desk.

His ‘have a good time’ statement echoed in my ears as I pictured Tammy. She was a very shapely, petite lady only a little over 5 feet tall with a massive chest for such a tiny woman. Her waist must be only about 12 inches around and made for a sumptuous set of curves with her rounded hips and an ass that stuck out in the most provocative manner. We had ‘hot tubbed’ together one night together with some other couples and the mental image of her in a skimpy bikini was still burned into my memory. I could feel my groin tighten at the thought of a moment that evening when she lifted her leg over the edge of the tub exposing her barely covered crotch to my eager gaze. Her bikini top was no more than a strip of cloth that almost covered her nipples and aureole and the mental picture of the tops of her huge breasts bobbing at the surface of the water almost made me drool. My wife had been frosty to me for a week afterwards due to my inability that evening to keep from staring at Tammy’s treasures. Wrong approach as far as I was concerned. If my wife had spread her legs that night, she would have gotten the reaming of her life. I looked down and saw that I was subconsciously rubbing my cock shaft on the edge of my desk as I pictured that evening again. A damp stain spread from the tip of my cock onto my pant leg and I forced my mind to cleaning up my desk and getting out of the office.

I got home and found my wife, Teezy, in the kitchen preparing dinner. I gave her a kiss and as I did, I put my finger down the front of her blouse and pulled it out so I could look down at her breasts. She was wearing one of those European bras that left the top of her breasts exposed and only encased the bottoms in a silk sack. Her dark nipples and aureole were clearly visible.

I’m not sure why Tammy’s breasts were so attractive to me. Teezy’s were just as large. I think the difference was that Tammy was only five feet tall and Teezy was nearly six feet and all legs. Proportionally, Tammy breasts ‘looked’ larger on her smaller frame even though they were about the same size.

Teezy lifted her knee up into my crotch and said, “If you don’t want your dinner burned, you’ll back off, Mr. Horndog.”

I laughed and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“Poker tonight at Steve’s,” I reminded her.

“I know,” she replied, “Tammy called and told me she was hosting the game anyway. Brave girl.”

Steve and Tammy just lived a couple doors down from us and Tammy and Teezy played bridge together on Thursdays. “She’s making hors d’oeuvres for us. Not like some wives that just put potato chips and ‘store bought’ dips out,” I teased.

“Potato chips and dips are hors d’oeuvres,” she replied, “What makes you think you’ll do better over there? What can she be going to give you that I can’t?”

I paused. She had me there. Then a quick mental image of Tammy’s breasts flashed through my mind.

“What was that look about?” she said.

“Oh nothing,” I lied, “I just pictured Tammy bringing us out hot weenies and doughnuts.”

“Well, there’s a Freudian image,” she laughed, “Is that what you guys crave while playing poker, hot weenies and doughnuts?”

“Doh!” I replied in my best Homer Simpson voice, “You discovered my secret desires.”

“You probably want Tammy to provide the doughnut and you’ll provide the weenie, if I know you.”

“Not going there, “I said, backing off, “I didn’t need another two weeks of cold shoulder around here. We probably won’t even see Tammy all evening. If she’s smart, she rented a video and will stay in the den and ignore us.”

“If she’s smart,” said Teezy, dismissing me and turning back to her dinner preparation.

After dinner I kissed Teezy god-bye and headed over to Steve and Tammy’s. Tammy opened the door and gave me a hug. The feel of her breasts pushing against my chest revived the erection I had earlier in the day. It popped up like the little plastic timers on a Butterball turkey. I felt it tighten my pants and stop against her stomach. I may have held the hug a little too long, but she didn’t resist or say anything.

She stepped back and held the door open for me. She was wearing a low cut white, fluffy sweater and a very short white pleated skirt and knee-high white boots with 4″ high heels. She looked like a Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader in that outfit. Her long red hair hung down past her shoulders and hung down below her shoulders but above the swell of her breasts. My cock expanded even more and really tented the front of my pants. I walked past her quickly, but was sure I caught her eyes dropping to my crotch. I wasn’t sure if I was glad or not that she had seen how excited I was. I didn’t want to incur Teezy’s wrath again. When she gets mad at someone or wants to get even, she really gets even.

I made sure to keep my back to her as I walked toward their living room. She had the table all set up in front of their living room window. I put my cigarettes down at the chair opposite the door to the den. I sat quickly hiding my clearly obvious erection.

“I’m making some hors d’oeuvres for you guys tonight. What are you hungry for?” she asked in a throaty voice.

Again, the image of her breasts bobbing in the hot tub filled my mind. I began to count out the poker chips forcing my mind to the present.

“Oh, whatever you want to prepare,” I replied with a catch in my voice. My heart was beating like a racehorse, to fill my ten inch cock with blood, no doubt..

“How about weenies and doughnuts?” she laughed.

I laughed a little too heartily, as she was obviously letting me know she had talked with Teezy before my arrival. I wondered if Teezy had told her about my attraction for her. I wondered if my swollen cock told her about my attraction for her.

“Weenies and doughnuts would be fine,” I replied, “Those are my favorite hors d’oeuvres.”

“So I hear,” she said, licking her lips, “I love weenies myself. Ummm-Ummm. Yummy.”

I looked up at her quickly and saw a saucy smile on her face. She had her hands behind her back and her nipples poked provocatively against the front of her sweater despite her bra. Did I mention that her nipples were about a half-inch long and made dimples in every shirt, blouse and dress she owned? They were every guy’s fantasy. Her bra this evening made the top third of her breasts seem to bulge up out of her neckline and the cleavage between them was a dark gap promising many pleasures and delights.

Steve’s pleasures and delights, I reminded myself. As she stood there, her legs were spread slightly and the pleats of the skirt curved provocatively from her tiny waist down into the hidden junction of her creamy thighs. I felt the tip of my cock up bang against the bottom of the poker table.

Just then the doorbell rang and she spun to answer it. Her skirt flew up briefly and what I saw of her exposed ass was totally bare. I groaned inwardly. How was I going to concentrate on cards tonight? Tammy came back into the living room with Ed and Dan. Ed was tall and thin with dark hair and an Italian complexion, Dan was shorter and stockier. He lifted weights a lot and had the shoulders of a football player. The doorbell rang again and Tammy escorted Dave in. Dave was a big, black guy who was a football player. Or he was anyway, he had played defensive end for the Green Bay Packers until a knee injury forced him to retire.

His ‘have a good time’ statement echoed in my ears as I pictured Tammy.

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