It was another friday night of hanging out with my friends, a guys' night out so to speak. Usually it was about four or five of us playing pool and darts in my buddy Todd's game room that he had set up, drinking, and listening to a bunch of rock music. This would normally turn into a game of beer pong or any other drinking game that we could come up with, until we would all crash out drunk in various areas of Todd's house.
Tonight was a little different. The drinking and playing pool was still a go, but Todd's wife Jennifer was there keeping a close eye on us due to the fact her parents would be coming to visit early in the morning. They were flying in from out of state and staying the week, and needless to say Jennifer didn't want a handful of sick and hungover guys lying around in her house. How Todd even convinced her to let us still party tonight was a miracle, although she said we could only stay until midnight and then she was driving us home.
As I said a very slurred goodbye to them in the driveway in front of my house, I decided that maybe being home early wasn't such a bad thing. When the Fridays for guys night came around, that also meant my wife Sherri had friends over for a few drinks as well. Usually they just sat and gossiped about relationships, at least to my knowledge. I was pretty lit already, but it would be nice to maybe drink a few with the girls and then get to fall asleep in my own bed when I'd had too much.
The first thing I noticed as I stumbled up to the front door was that there was music blaring inside. Not really unusual seeing as how Sherri and her friends loved to dance when they drink. I unlocked the door and went inside, nearly deafened by the stereo. No one was in the living room so I made my way to the kitchen where I expected to find the girls mixing drinks.
The kitchen was empty as well, but the table was a mess. I could see the girls' drinks on the table, all half finished. Judging by the number of shot glasses that were also there, Sherri had two friends over tonight. Typical. Probably her two best friends Stacy and Megan.
Stacy was an athletic looking blonde and had a really cute face. She was pretty gorgeous and even Sherri admitted so. She and Sherri were really good friends from college. Her most noticeable physical trait other than her blue eyes was definitely her breasts. She was slightly tall and wasn't a thick girl at all but she had the biggest set of natural tits that I have ever seen. They were a decent C cup by my measure, not unbelievably large, but it took a lot not to stare when she came around.
Megan was another looker. She was short and dark haired and most of the time she was quiet and shy. She had been Sherri's friend for as long as I could remember. Whereas Stacy was top heavy, Megan was a girl with a lot of bottom. Though short, she had thick legs and an ass that turned heads wherever she went. It was a nice round ass that swayed and jiggled slightly as she walked.
Though Sherri herself was a very attractive woman as well, when either one of her friends came around, I was hard pressed (literally) to keep my eyes to myself.
As I surveyed the scene through groggy eyes, the girls were apparently doing more than just hanging out for casual drinks. They were really getting messed up tonight.
I decided to pour myself a glass of whiskey and go find them. I thought they might be outside on the back patio, but as I looked out the back door all I could see was darkness. I finished my whiskey with a sour face and shook my head. I poured another and decided to go change into something comfortable. Sherri and her friends were probably somewhere outside goofing off or something.
I made my way upstairs toward our bedroom. I thought about calling out for Sherri to see if they were up there before coming up but with the music so loud she probably wouldn't have heard. I was just about to stumble into the bedroom when I noticed the door was cracked about half open and the light was on. This normally wouldn't have alarmed me had I not seen what was happening inside the bedroom.
I saw Sherri lying on the bed in her bra and panties, the sheets a wadded mess underneath of her. Hovering over her on her hands and knees with her back arched was Stacy. Stacy was wearing about the same thing except instead of a bra she was wearing one of my old workout tank tops. My tank top!
I was frozen in place with my mouth open and a glass of whiskey in my hand. My mind couldn't process what I was seeing, especially not in its current state of stupor. Surely they couldn't be....
I watched as Stacy swept a blonde lock of my wife's hair from her eyes and dove down into a deep kiss. Sherri ran her hand through Stacy's hair and pulled her in deeply. I saw their mouths open from time to time and witnessed their tongues rolling against each other. The kiss wasn't exactly slow either. Stacy's head would turn from side to side like a dancing cobra and her hands worked in no particular order over my wife's body.
I didn't know what to do. My first emotion standing in the dark hallway was that I had come home to see something I wasn't meant to see, and that there was another person making out with my wife. Anger built within me quickly, but subsided just as fast as I marveled at these two gorgeous women in my bed.
Stacy withdrew from Sherri's face with a gasp. I could then see the look in my wife's glossy eyes. She was trashed, clearly, but more than that she looked hungry. She wanted this! Stacy went back to work and went this time for Sherri's neck. Good move, I thought to myself distantly. Sherri loved her neck being kissed. Stacy was kissing and licking my wife's neck as though trying to remove chocolate from her skin.
