David, Gwen and Craig grew up together in a small Midwestern college town and though they lived several blocks from each other, they attended the same schools and ran around with the same crowd. David and Craig were best friends and they had sort of adopted Gwen as their female mascot. She tagged along whenever there was an event at their grade school that interested the three of them.
When in high school, things changed between them. By that time Gwen had developed into a very good-looking and shapely coed highly sought after by the local studs. She had become closer to David than Craig on a personal level and it was unsaid but understood she was David's girl. Craig was ok with that, though he was inwardly a little jealous and disappointed. He had a serious crush on Gwen.
It was no surprise Gwen was attracted to David for he had grown into a tall, well-built star athlete quite popular among other students, both male and female. He also had a strong sexual vibe that appealed to the girls who flocked around him, including Gwen, who had experienced his roaming hands and passionate kisses even before entering high school, though they had never gone all the way. Gwen was not an easy lay.
By their senior year, David and Gwen had drifted apart because of David's refusal to commit to her as her future husband and father of the children she hoped to have. She carried the torch for awhile but late in her senior year gravitated to Craig because of their long-term friendship and mutual interests. She trusted him and he offered her a secure future, a home and kids. Their relationship blossomed into a romance and shortly after graduation they married.
David reacted to their marriage with a sense of defeat and jealousy. It bothered him Gwen had refused to have sex with him but failed to realize it wasn't because she didn't desire sex with him, he just hadn't paid close attention to her dreams of marrying a man who was ready and willing to commit, a man who was ready to establish a home and have kids. Gwen simply was not interested in being just his lover.
Over the next few years David developed a reputation as a lady's man, a virile lover who wined, dined and seduced a litany of young undergrads and graduates as well. He had a promising career in sports. Craig and Gwen's marriage proved solid, their careers promising as well and their future bright.
Gwen had maintained her fantastic figure and looked as appealing to her friends as she did when in high school. She stood around 5'7, had long wavy and silky red hair, bright green eyes, firm large breasts tipped with pink areolas and long nipples. Her waist was slim, her hips curvaceous and her derriere firm and nicely rounded. She was, in short, stunning!
David, Craig and Gwen remained good friends and still moved in the same circles, oftentimes attending various parties thrown for one reason or another. And thereon hangs our tale.
David, Craig and Gwen were among those invited to a small gathering at a friend's house across town. It promised to be a laid-back affair, lots of drinks and dancing, good food and friendly chatter among young and mutual acquaintances. It was just their speed and the three of them decided to go together, double-dating as it were, providing David could line up a date for that evening, which had never proved to be a problem.
Everything worked out and David and his date were chosen to pick up Craig and Gwen. As it turned out, the evening of the party David's date called and told him she would meet him at the party because she had work yet to finish at her office. "No problem, honey, see you there," he remarked, hung up and groomed himself for the evening. He later drove to Craig and Gwen's house, explained the circumstances and the three of them went on to the party, arriving around nine o'clock.
When Gwen entered the car, David noticed her mid-hip length dress pull up, revealing the upper portions of her luscious thighs and a brief glimpse of her panties. David's sizable manhood stirred slightly and he licked his lips, recalling how he had often attempted to get into Gwen's pants in high school but had pressed too hard and turned her off. "God I'd like to fuck her," he thought. "Not much chance to score with Craig around."
Getting out of the car provided David with yet another glimpse of Gwen's panties, this time enough to reveal the faint outline of her vulva. His tongue nearly hit the ground!
When they arrived the party was already in full swing as many had arrived early. Booze was flowing and Carlos Santana's version of Black Angry Woman had many of the guests on the dance floor and others tapping in tempo. Gwen, wearing a form-fitting satin dress that left little to the imagination, pulled Craig into the gyrating crowd and began swinging her cute little ass and luscious breasts, much to the delight of David, who stood nearby.
David's cell phone rang. He stepped into the vestibule, said hello, and listened while his date informed him she wasn't going to be able to make it after all, as year-end documents had to be completed in order to be mailed to the IRS the next day. Bummed, he mixed back in with the crowd and started surveying the women present to see which one he could hit on that might provide him with some sexual pleasure later in the evening. Unfortunately most were paired off, leaving only a few to pick from, only one or two hot enough to grab his attention. He spotted Gwen again, still shaking and rocking, and thought to himself he would make a move on her later if given half a chance. She was absolutely ravishing.
Within a couple of hours both Gwen and Graig were feeling no pain, having consumed several of the strong margaritas the host provided. Lights had been dimmed and more mellow and romantic ballads became the norm, encouraging many among the virile young males dancing to freely engage in the petting of their femal partners, roaming their body, squeezing their derrieres or massaging their breasts, if they could get away with it.
Free-flowing booze had definitely turned up the sexual vibe in the room and both Gwen and Craig were as affected by it as the others. Gwen found herself aroused and a little damp between her thighs after observing the openly sexual stimuli taking place around her, while Craig, totally horny from the closeness of the hot bods pressing around him, had added to Gwen's arousal by running a hand over her belly and pubic mound, French-kissing her and tweaking her nipples until they were fully erect.
David had observed Craig's move and Gwen's reaction. He knew she was aroused, as he had often gotten her hot and bothered by just such maneuvers. He took this as a favorable sign and possibly a good time to make his own move by asking Craig if he could cut in. If nothing else, he might be able to cop a few feels and get Gwen really smokin' by pressing his semi into her belly. If only Craig wasn't here he felt he could hit on Gwen smoothly enough to get into her pants if he plied her with enough drinks and took it slow and easy. Craig had done much of his work for him, now all he had to do is get her away from him.
Craig didn't mind David cutting in as he had his eyes on a hot young chick that had just rubbed her derriere against his, looked over her shoulder and smiled. Gwen didn't mind either as she was in a romantic and sexy mood and David, she knew, was both. As he swept her into his arms, she didn't object to the feel of his hands on her lower back, just above the curve of her ass, or his moist lips on her neck. She remembered their hot petting when they were an item and that caused even more of the flow of juices between her thighs.
Craig had closed in on the object of his attention, a young and sexy undergrad obviously into the sexual mood and into his masculine vibe and smooth approach. Soon after taking her in his arms Craig had total freedom caressing this young fox and made sure she felt his hard-on pressing against her belly as they swayed to the soft strains. She responded by pushing her mound against his cock, dropping one hand to fondle it and give it a gentle squeeze.
Craig felt he could fuck this young beauty if he could maneuver her away from the crowd and the dude who had been dancing with her. He knew the host's house well enough to find an empty bedroom upstairs and was just high enough to try it, so he whispered in her ear, "Let's go upstairs, sweetie, and get it on." It was the booze talking but they both believed they could pull it off without being seen or missed. Gwen was being well-taken care of by David and high enough herself she wouldn't be looking for him, he reasoned. So taking the young sex-pot by her hand, they slipped out of the room, up the stairs and into the guest bedroom, closing the door behind them.
Gwen had in fact observed Craig making out with the girl he was dancing with and spotted him leaving the room with her. At first a little pissed, she thought, "Well, what's good for the goose is good for the gander." She pressed even closer into David's arms, grinding her belly onto his large and throbbing cock, once again recalling what a polished lover he was.
Though she had felt his hardness before during many of their former petting sessions, she had never allowed him into her pants, not willing in those times to become one of his one-night stands, a quick fuck without any commitment. "Tonight may be different," she thought. "If Craig was really going to get a little on the side, why not try on David? He's got all the right equipment. It would be sort of like keeping it in the family."
