"Wait, what are you doing... Steve is right over there on the couch... if he sees you, he'll kill you and probably me too..." I heard my wife whisper then giggle in her little girl voice.
I tried desperately to clear my booze addled brain as I heard more whispering and mumbling, followed by the sound of wet kisses. Her hushed whispers grew more alarmed.
"Please...don't, I uh...please I'm so drunk. Let's just dance ok."
The pleading voice was coming from my wife and as I peeked over the couch for a better view, my cock jumped as I took in the erotic scene.
My friend Phil had my wife cornered and was kissing her throat as she struggled against his huge frame. His arm was around her waist while with his other hand, he was pulling her chin to meet his brazen kisses.
"Uhhh, please stop... he's going to wake up", she begged. Phil mumbled something about how I'd had enough scotch to sleep for a week and continued pawing my wife.
The annual beach party had been a success with much food, booze and dancing. My wife had been the life of the party as always. She had led each conga, had done every dirty dance known to man and was more than sexy in her short denim skirt and simple white blouse. After about ten minutes of dancing, everyone in the crowd had noticed that she had on a pair of lovely thin light blue panties under the high-flying skirt. Her ass made mouths water all over the room.
Alexandria or Alex, as everyone calls her is 37, 5/6, 130 lbs., with dark curly shoulder length hair and gorgeous big blue eyes. Her best feature is her unbelievable ass, and although she has tiny titties, the nipples are like 1" pencil erasers and are super sensitive as well. Best of all, she likes being the center of attention and runs around our beach house in little or nothing most of the time. Usually her outfits consist of a thin sundress and panties, which she shows off at every opportunity. All of my men friends can't take their eyes off her and even some of our women friends watch her with an interested look on their face. She is bubbly by nature and can charm anyone she cares to.
This particular party was about over with most everyone gone or asleep in the guest bedrooms. The thumping music had given way to soft; soulful slow numbers and just a few people were dancing out on the deck overlooking the moon-drenched ocean. The 3 of us were the only ones in the living room.
I had fallen asleep on the couch after the last of the scotch had been consumed and now as my eyes focused on the dimly lit figures of Alex and Phil, I was suddenly wide awake.
I felt the dark pangs of jealousy start in the pit of my gut but also the beginnings of that delicious sexy feeling that can only come while watching another man have his way with your wife. I wanted to kill Phil but at the same time, I shamefully acknowledged that I was turned on as I watched through slits as he continued his assault on her.
Phil's back was to me and I could see Alex' face over his broad shoulder as she fought silently to get free. I strained to hear over the music as the struggle went on, continuing to feign sleep.
"Nooooo...please Phil, don't. I don't want this... please. Think of what you're doing. You're Steve's best friend", Alex moaned as Phil began to press her against the wall by the fireplace. With one big arm he pulled her to him as he now had one hand slowly rubbing her legs just under the hem of her skirt while continuing to kiss her.
I noticed that she began to respond to his kissing and didn't try as hard to break away as she had done earlier. But she was still trying to get away without hurting Phil's feelings and continued to try to escape by quietly fighting him off.
Suddenly, Phil changed his tact and pulled her into the kitchen. Now I didn't have any view at all but I stayed where I was, afraid I'd be discovered if I went to peek at the action in the kitchen. I stayed through a complete Al Green song... then I couldn't stand the curiosity. I crept to the corner of the fireplace, hidden from where Phil had Alex sitting on the table, standing between her spread legs. He skirt had ridden up her tanned thighs as they kissed passionately. Both Phil's hands were pinching Alex' long nipples through her blouse while he worked his thick tongue into her soft mouth.