I was driving home from the airport after a short but successful trip to the U.K. for a client. The deal went well and closed bringing a nice chunk of change into my bank account. I rounded the corner of my street and found three cars in the driveway. Shit. Now I’ll have to park in the street. I stopped in front of the house and recognized two of the three cars but the third was a mystery to me. Rather than leave the car out on the road, I squeezed next to the Mata. Thank goodness for small cars.
I grabbed my bags and walked to the front door. Locked. I just didn’t need any more delays. My trip was short, only three days, so I never adjusted to London time, worked a boatload of hours, drank most of the flight home, and sleep was a four-letter for most of the past seventy-two hours. I knocked but Sue and whom ever else was over were to busy to answer the door. I dropped my bags and rummaged through my sport coat pocket.
I let myself in kind of upset that there was no welcoming committee. It was a long week. It started out with Sue having to work a ton of hours to close the deal with her team for the new project, their largest project. Being the insensitive slob that I am, I forget to ask about her deal and how successful she was.
Feeling extremely tired, I passed on the beer and decided to go lie down for a few hours. I heard some laughing and giggling with an occasional roar of laughter and clapping coming from the family room. I walked slowly and quietly to the back of the house edging against the wall to avoid being seen.
I was about a foot or two from the doorway I could hear the ladies laughing. Mary made the remark, “Hey, replay that last one, with Bill standing on his head. I just love how his dick came out and curved toward his chest.” So they were watching the movie of the photo shoot.
I stood there for a few more minutes and listened when Trudy came around the corner, bumping into the wall. She was more than a bit buzzed and nearly walked right past me. She stopped, smiled at me and brought her right index finger to her lips and pantomimed to be quiet. Her long over-sized denim shirt moved upward providing me a glimpse of the trimmed pussy of hers. Obviously drunk, Trudy had something to say to me in confidence.
“The girls love the pics and video. We’ve been watching it all afternoon, enjoying some drinks, and your image on the screen.” She teetered against the wall and slightly disturbed a picture on the wall causing Sue to scream out, “Trudy, you alright or that vibe of yours get stuck on overdrive again?”
I could not see into the family room completely, maybe only a third at best with the edge of the television visible. I heard footsteps since Trudy was nearly doubled over giggling to herself and spilling her drink across the hardwood floor.
“Alright Tru, oh, you’re home Bill!” Sue threw her arms around me and gave a long, deep, kiss nearly down to my tonsils. She was wearing a black crop top t-shirt and black bikini cut panties.
“That’s a new look for you Sue. Basic black before six, what a fashion faux paux,” I teased her. Sue stepped back and bent over to help Trudy up who appeared to be in a state of drunken stupor that seemed to prevent her from standing up.
Both women wound up on the ground as Trudy pulled Sue down on top of her giving me an excellent shot of Sue’s black panty crotch and Trudy’s pussy. I could only imagine what was going in the house today. As both women struggled to standup, I decided to take a peek around the corner into the family room.
If there would have been a Christmas tree in the room, I could have been the kid with the glowing eyes at all of the presents under the tree. Fifteen feet in front of me and to the right of the television screen I saw Mary sitting on top of some contraption shaking and convulsing in an orgasmic state. Her nipples were a reddish brown, poking out so far that I could hang my hat on them. Alexis had a black box in her hand and appeared to be turning and twisting a knob. As she dialed the knob a certain way, Mary would squirm and buck her hips against the black box. Mary continued to be lost in her work so I sat down across the room and watched this episode play out.
Mary and Alexis continued to play with the black box. I noticed that the black box had some type of attached appendage that moved as though it were a piston. As the piston rose, Mary met the item with her bottom and let out some sensuous moans while she vigorously rubber her nipples. Underneath Mary looked like some fluid or water or something. Geez, can this little gadget get her that wet or was Mary a squirter?
Alexis worked the knobs with a devilish grin. As her sybianic friend moaned and undulated more, Mary, in a sitting position, was bouncing on her feet. Upon closer examination, Mary had a vibrator wedged between her feet and was moving ever so slowly up and down on the vibrator.
Absent mindedly, my hand was working my pecker through my slacks and my member was beginning to become alive from its dormant state over the past week. Geez, had it been that long? I need to kick back and relax more.
I looked up and saw the drunken women, Sue and Trudy walk in to the room and heard them say, "They're still at it. That girl is going to go blind, " Trudy said. "Or grow hair on their palms,"
Sure replied giggling and stumbling again into Trudy. This time, as Sue fell into Trudy, she ripped open the last two buttons on Trudy's short letting her beautiful breasts to swing clear of the material. Holy cow! My dick was at full-mast and I was hoping that one of these pretty ladies would salute it.
"Hey, Hey, HEY!" yelled Trudy over the buzzing in the room. Mary opened her eyes as though she was waking up from a coma. She slid off the sybian with rubbery legs, rolling off and laying on the floor in front of the television that was playing the video of Trudy deep-throating me last week. Her pussy was red, wet, and swollen. Must been one hell of ride.
Mary eased off the vibrator, licking it and enjoying every second of it. I never have seen Mary naked before and thought her body, for a forty-year old woman, looks fabulous. She did have some "wear and tear" on her body but two kids later and a go-go lifestyle, well, how did Mike Meyers express it Wayne's World...SCHWING!
"Now that we've enjoyed the movie, how about we meet the star of last week's photo shoot, BBBBIIIIIIILLLLLLL!" Sue announced as though she were Ed McMahon introducing Johnny Carson on the Tonight Show. A round of applause went out. Trudy whistled and hooted, Alexis, clapped form the floor and Mary clapped two vibrators together, their plastic sound piercing the air rivaling Trudy's hooting and hollering. "How about a few words from the star?" Trudy play-acting a Hollywood reporter using a vibrator as a microphone.
Mary's musky scent was still present on the vibrator. My cock continued to grow straining against my briefs and trousers. "Well, uh, hey! What a surprise to see all of you gals cumming out to premier my movie," I jokingly said trying to blend with the drunk and horny women that did not appear to be completely satisfied. All four sets of eyes stared at me sizing me as though a confrontation was about to begin.
All four looked at me and Trudy finally said, "How about getting on equal terms, clothing wise, with us? We all enjoyed the real thing and we would like have an autograph from 'Slick Willy'" "Slick Willy? How did you come up with Slick Willy?" I asked with a somewhat stupid and quizzical look on my face.
"Well, gee, we'll show," blurted out Susan as she moved the video back to shaving scene and the final image of my shaved crotch was on the 57" screen. "That's how you earned the name," remarked Susan.
Who could argue? The evidence was on the screen. Trudy, using her legal background and courtroom skills continued, "The evidence clearly indicates that your Willy is Slick. Possibly we need a line-up to prove that you are the Willy captured on this screen. We definitely would not want you to commit a crime and present an image or document purporting to be Slick Willy when your crotch is covered in hair."
My mind thought, here we go again. The three jurors decided quickly amongst themselves that I would be forcibly stripped and examined thoroughly to determine if I was Slick Willy and if I could legally sign autographs as such.
As my tired and jet-lagged mind thought this through, Susan, Mary, and Alexis circled me. Mary and Alexis were to my right and left sides and Susan was behind me. I could feel Susan's breath on the back of my neck. Her breathing was heavy and my former thoughts of confrontation changed to desire. Then it dawned on me, Susan was playing out another part of her fantasy. First the pantsing in the parking lot restaurant, the photo shoot, and now the film review/court drama.
I was tired and willing to play along with their game. "Seize the accused and pants him ladies," Trudy ordered as she used one of the vibrators as a gavel to deliver her opinion. Mary and Alexis, in their drunken state giggled more than seize with Mary reaching across to fondle Alexis's right breast. Sue, on the other hand, took her job seriously and had her hands around my mid-section searching for the front of my belt. Success! Susan grabbed the belt unbuckled it and pulled it with one strong tug causing me to grab my right kidney from the burn it caused as it ripped through the loops. Mary and Alexis regained their composure and grabbed my shirt and tore it in half with buttons flying across the room.
Trudy came down from the bench, actually the bar, and helped the ladies strip me down to reality. Sue, acting in a manor I rarely see in her, very aggressively grabbed my pants and yanked them while the other three grabbed my arms and body to immobilize me.
My pants, very expensive London-tailored pants, were around my ankles with my socks and shoes. Sue pushed my forward, Trudy fell backward onto a pile of conveniently placed pillows, while Mary and Alexis guided me down. I landed on Trudy with a thud slightly knocking the wind out of her.
