I watched Kathy in the kitchen, pounding another tequila shot. That was four. My wife was half Irish, half Norwegian, strawberry blonde and silly when she was drunk. Two shots was enough. Four meant she wouldn't remember much, if anything, of what she did when they hit her.
It was a party of old friends, maybe ten years after we graduated from high school. My buddies all liked Kathy -- she was outgoing and flirtatious and grew up in a house full of brothers. She annoyed other women, usually, with how comfortable she was with herself and men. And her good looks.
There's this thing about Kathy. She has a bit of an exhibitionist streak. We hadn't done much with it, mostly because I was pretty selfish about keeping her fun to myself. She didn't get hammered often, but when she did let's just say her limited inhibitions were pretty much non-existent.
Our hosts had a master bedroom with a big picture window, overlooking their backyard. I had been out there with my friend John before, and remembered looking from the outside at his bedroom window and thinking how cool it would be if say, the drapes were open and his wife gave us a little show.
You know where I'm going here. When Kathy was good and sloshed, I led her into the bedroom to help her pull herself together. My friends were chuckling -- another party casualty. She'd barf or pass out or both and I'd put her to bed while we partied on, they thought. I had a better idea.
In the bedroom, it didn't take much to get Kathy out of her clothes. She's horny when she's drunk, and just a few kisses and some rude groping was about all it took to rev her up. I moved a chair over in front of the window, walked her over and told her to sit.
"What do you want me to do?" she slurred.
I pulled the drapes open. No one was outside the window, just an empty backyard.
"Stay here, in front of the window. I'm going to bring a friend or two outside, and you're going to give us a show."
Kathy's dark blue eyes got wild and she grinned, sloppily.
"What kind of show?"
"A sexy show. I'll close the drapes now, and go back to the party. You think about what you want to do, maybe practice a little behind the drapes, and when you hear a tap on the window, just pull them open and show us how slutty you are."
"Oh. Slutty? You mean . . ."
"It's okay with me. These guys are all good friends of mine. It's just for fun, and you'll be safe behind the glass."
"Wow."
"Hey, if you chicken out it's okay, too. Just don't open the drapes. Simple enough?"
"Okay."
I pulled the drapes closed and kissed her hard, rubbing my hand down into my wife's crotch and working on her pussy for bit. She still had her bra and panties on, but they were sheer and left little to the imagination.
"Better lock this door behind me so nobody walks in on you," I said as I left to return to the party. Kathy giggled.
Now, we had wives and girlfriends at this party, so some discretion was necessary. I picked two guys Kathy liked a lot -- Orlando and Kent. The pretense was that we we're going outside to smoke a joint. That part was easy. I led them close to the window so that Kathy could hear us talking.
Before I could tell the guys what was up or tap on the glass, the drapes whipped open. There was Kathy, already out of her bra, walking directly in front of us on the other side of the window.
"Whoa," said Orlando.
