Being home alone on a Friday night can be a blessing or a curse, but after the week I had, I was more than grateful when Seth told me he made last minute plans with his friends. It afforded me some much needed peace and quiet in solitude, and besides, it wasn't very often that my husband got to cut loose with the boys.
The traffic on the way home was brutal, the sun scorching me through the window as I inched through the parking lot that was the highway at rush hour. By the time I burst through the front door, my shoulders were solid knots. I immediately went to the bedroom, stripped down to my undies and a tank top, and headed to the kitchen for a bottle of Merlot.
I was truly relishing my evening, snacking on some leftovers and getting pretty tipsy with a good book in hand. It wasn't until later that I began to miss Seth. We were usually all over each other by this point on a Friday night, and with the onset of boredom and the help of my hardy buzz, my mind began to wander toward all things carnal. Seth and I had lunch together earlier, and I could recall how handsome he looked sitting outside the restaurant in the sunlight, his sunglasses perched on top of his head, smiling and telling corny jokes. When we hugged each other before parting ways, I ran my hands along his muscular arms and pulled him close to me, pressing my breasts into his chest. I slapped his butt playfully before walking away, and remember the smell of his cologne lingering on me, still fresh at midday.
I was in the full grip of my horny daydream at this point and began to rub myself a little through my panties. "Fuck it," I thought, "Seth won't be home for a long while still." I went to the bedroom to find a toy, decided on a large, pink, cock-shaped dildo, and returned to the couch to settle in for a while. I took my panties off, closed my eyes, and lost myself in my fantasies. Imagine my surprise when, of course, my fun was interrupted by a car door in our driveway. "Shit," I muttered under my breath. There were two distinctive voices approaching the house.
I only had enough time to hastily put my panties back on, cover myself as best I could with a throw pillow, and stash my lovely big dildo in the cushions of the couch before the door opened. "I didn't even get to put it to good use," I scowled to myself. Seth came tripping into the house followed by his friend Doug. They were both giggling and loud, and had obviously been having a good time.
"Hey, baby," Seth said walking over to me. "I hope you don't mind, Doug wanted to hang out." He leaned over and kissed me on the lips. The smell of the alcohol on his breath and the way his beard tickled my face reignited the fire I was stoking before their arrival. The smell of his cologne was now mixed with the slightest hint of sweat, the masculine combination driving me wild. I pulled him back down by the forearm to give a slightly deeper kiss, parting my lips and giving him the faintest tip of my tongue. His lips were soft and warm, and I could feel him exhale as I traced them with my tongue.
Seth met the devilish look in my eye with a twinkle in his, but we both returned to earth and the situation at hand. "I really have to piss," he said with a boisterous laugh, exiting the room. I followed his cute ass until he was out of sight, and then remembered Doug was standing in the room, awkwardly twiddling his thumbs by the wall. "Oh, yeah," I mused in my head, "I forgot about him."
Doug was a good friend of Seth's from an old job they both shared. He was a great guy, and up until recently, was in a relationship with a nice girl that had become good friends to Seth and me. The breakup hit Doug pretty hard and he stopped coming around, but he was starting to get back to normal. I was glad that he and Seth had fun, and it was really nice to see him again.
"Can I get you a beer?" I offered.
"Yeah, that would be great," Doug said, shuffling his feet. I tossed the pillow that was in my lap aside and remembered I was still in my panties. The priceless look on Doug's face indicated that he wasn't back in the game yet, and made me laugh to myself. The poor guy probably hadn't been laid in some time. I was tipsy, horny, and beyond the point of caring about what I was wearing. The exhibitionist in me screamed with delight!
"Come tell me what you want," I said, walking into the kitchen. "We have a couple of different types."
I opened up the fridge and started calling out what we had. Seth loves beer, and always has several kinds on hand. The problem is that there are always stragglers hiding in the back behind everything, so you never really know what's in there until you look. I was digging behind some Tupperware containers when I finally called out the beer that Doug wanted. When I pulled it out and turned around, I caught his eye darting guiltily from my ass, and then to my nipples, which were hardening from the cold air. I flushed when we finally made eye contact, burning with the knowledge that we both knew what was on his mind. I was grateful when Seth came back into the room.
"Whoa, babe! I didn't know we caught you with your pants down!" he exclaimed with a shit-eating grin. I winked at him and walked back into the living room, making sure to move my hips with a noticeable exaggeration. The boys followed, and as Seth was coming to sit next to me he had a strange look on his face, obviously curious as to why I didn't go put more clothes on.
I didn't know why I didn't go put more clothes on either. Walking around in panties and a tank top in front of my husband and his friend is not something I normally do, but I had been interrupted while in pursuit of a fantasy, and was now left to deal with the unfinished business. Seth had his arm around me and was rubbing the top of my arm lightly and absentmindedly with his fingers, and I could see Doug out of the corner of my eye on the other end of the L-shaped couch sneaking peeks in my direction. I felt naughty and on display, and the rising tension in my body was becoming too much to bear. I love teasing Seth when I know he's horny and just wants to be touched, and now I was getting a taste of my own medicine.
The beer finally got to Doug, and he got up to use the restroom. When he was gone, I grabbed Seth's face and pulled him to me, kissing him with a sloppy, wet mouth. He put his hands on my big tits, squeezing them through my tight tank top and rubbing my nipple firmly with his fingers. I kept one hand on the back of his head, holding his mouth to mine, and ran my other up the leg of his shorts to grab his cock. He was rock hard and throbbing at the attention.
"I want you to fuck me," I growled into my husband's mouth, biting his lower lip.
"I'll get rid of Doug," he panted back into mine.
"I want Doug to fuck me too," I moaned, not believing the words I was hearing out of my own mouth.