We were in another world when we were transferred from the West Coast to New England. Before, we only knew a couple of our neighbors and seldom saw them socially. At the time, we were in our early thirties. Our New England neighbors were party animals and we were quickly assimilated into the group. We met the nearest neighbors during the first few days, found that they all drank a lot more heavily, and enjoyed partying very late.
Soon, we were invited to join the neighborhood gourmet club. The first club dinner was two doors away and started with a lengthy bout of appetizers and drinks. Later, we had a fine dinner with copious quantities of wine, then after dinner drinks. We staggered home very drunk.
My wife heard the other wives discussing what they called the 'hangover hots.' It seems that several of the couples (more used to a lot of booze) enjoyed heavy sex sessions, after either the gourmet dinners, or early the next morning. Walt, one of our next-door neighbors, my wife learned, was a real horndog. He also had a reputation for baking pot-laced brownies.
Several months later, Walt and Linda hosted the gourmet club dinner. As usual, there was a lot of preliminary drinking and the party lasted into the early hours of the morning. People finally began to filter out and I was ready to go home, but Diane, my wife, was flying high and wanted to stay. I could tell that there was no polite way to convince her to leave, so I kissed her and told her I was going to bed. I said that I would leave the door open for her.
I stumbled home, shed my clothes, and quickly fell asleep. Some time later, someone shook my shoulder and called my name. "Gary, Gary, wake up, wake up!"
I opened my eyes and saw Linda standing over me.
"You need to come help me get Diane home," she insisted. "She's really drunk and she needs your help to get home."
I came out of my alcoholic fog and slid out of bed, forgetting that I sleep nude. Linda took a step back when I stood up and faced her...weaving a bit.
"Guess I need to get dressed, I mumbled.
Linda shook her head. "Here let me help you."
She found my pants and a pair of house slippers and helped me get my legs into the pants while I sat on the edge of the bed. "That's all you'll need," she assured me. "Let's go get Diane."
Linda and I walked across the yards and up to their family room door together. She reached for the doorknob and stopped. "Oh shit, Walt, you son-of-a-bitch!" she cursed as she looked through the door's little glass pane.
Curious, I pushed Linda aside enough to peer through the glass to see what had upset Linda. My eyes opened wide as I saw Diane sprawled on my neighbor's sofa with her head in Walt's lap. My neighbor had one hand down her blouse and his other hand up her dress, obviously wetting his fingers in my wife's pussy. He had his pants open and his cock semi-stiff prick was lying alongside Diane's face.
Linda raised her fist to bang on the door, but I grabbed her wrist to stop her.
"Wait a minute," I whispered, "I want to see what he'll do."
Linda whispered back, "He'll fuck her if he can get his little cock hard enough. He's always been that way."
We stood unseen at the door for a few more minutes while Walt hiked up Diane's dress and pulled her panties to one side, surveying her light brown bush and slowly fingering her. He managed to get her blouse unbuttoned and pulled her left breast out of her bra. I watched as he squeezed her 38C boob and pulled on her little pink nipple. My stomach tightened but my cock was twitching at the same time.
"That's more than enough for me," Linda rasped. I looked over at her and noticed that she had her right hand between her legs, pressed tightly against her own mound right through her dress.
This time, when she raised her fist to bang on the door, I didn't stop her. She whacked the doorframe and Walt jumped as if he'd been shot!
We both saw him zip up his pants and push Diane's dress back down before he hurried to the door.
The meek look on his face was laughable. He didn't know if I was going to slug him or hug him. Frankly, I was in no condition to do either one.
"I was just keeping Diane company until you got here," he tried to lie.
Linda pushed him aside briskly. "Yeah, we saw how you were keeping her company, stud," she barked. "We'll discuss that later."
Linda and I picked Diane up, one on each side, and gently lifted and carried her back across the yards, in our door, and up the stairs to our bedroom.
"Does she sleep like you do?" Linda asked me.
"Most of the time...unless it's really cold," I replied.
"Okay, help me get her out of her clothes then," Linda ordered.
We had no problem with her blouse because it was still mostly unbuttoned. I raised her up and removed her bra while Linda unzipped my wife's dress and slowly pulled her panties down her legs and off her now bare feet. I rolled Diane onto her side and pulled the sheet up over her inert form.
"I'll walk you home, Linda," I volunteered.
"Not necessary," she countered. "I know my way and there's nobody around this time of morning anyhow. Take care of Diane. Let me know what she has to say when she wakes up. If she wants to talk, have her call me anytime. I'm sorry about what happened. Walt just can't help himself sometime. Don't be too upset, okay?"
"I'm okay, Linda, don't worry about it," I half-lied.
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The next morning, Diane woke up with a splitting headache. I got up but she just rolled over and groaned.
"What happened last night?" she mumbled. "I feel like I was hit by a train."
I looked down at her nude body and felt sorry for her. I wasn't feeling all that great myself, but I wanted coffee and something solid to eat.
"You partied a little too hard, I think. Time is on your side, you know. Take it easy and maybe you'll feel better by noon."
"How did I get home," Diane asked before I could retreat.
I looked into her bleary eyes and smiled. "Linda and I half-carried you home and then we put you to bed."
"I should have left when you did," she admitted. "After you were gone, Walt started getting crazy and he wouldn't let me leave until I had another drink."
Not wanting to get into the details of what had taken place, I headed for the door. "Take a nap and you'll feel better later on."