Most of it was probably my fault. I had a habit of turning our parties into a sexually-charged environment after the booze started flowing. There was almost always only one girl in the crowd, and that was my wife Ann, who had recently turned 20.
It was usually innocent enough -- slapping her rear and talking openly about our sex in front of her and the other five or six drunk guys sitting around. There were several times when she had enough to drink that I convinced her to model a cute pair of panties for us, but it was usually never more serious than that.
I would be lying if I said that group sex wasn't on my mind during these events, but only from the standpoint of thinking up fantasy. There was never any intent to actually have any sexual encounters with the gang. Not that I would have stopped it if it started, it just wasn't in the plan.
My experience with group sex was limited to a single encounter with two guy friends of mine and an older woman we met in the college dorm during our freshman year. They both had sex with her while I watched and fondled her. Seeing that happen in real life, even though she was rather large and unattractive, had always given me something nasty to think about when I needed it.
Sometimes when I masturbated, after I met Ann, I would imagine it had been her in that seedy hotel room and that I was watching her get hammered by my two drunk friends. I suppose maybe that is why I would always tease the crowd and show her off when all the boys got together.
Anne certainly was, and still is, something to show off. A hundred and six pounds and most of it ass. Long, brown hair and gorgeous green eyes. A country girl with a warm smile and a southern drawl that even a true southern man would want to hear a second time. Her ass, in a pair of panties, was a work of art. Every man in the house would squirm in his seat when she walked in the room, especially on those nights when I got her tipsy enough to show off.
Give them a show she did... Anne would prance around the living room sloshing her beer in the bottle, sitting between them on the couch with a hand on a random thigh. She would openly flirt with all of them, one at a time or all at once. I guess it is no surprise that we kept a house full of guys six nights out of seven.
After they would all pass out, I would take her upstairs and let her unleash the sexiest sex ever on me. She liked to be spanked, and would ask for it. She would sometimes say "I want something different tonight", which was her southern belle way of telling me she wanted anal. When you get a chance to get inside an ass like that, it is an experience that cannot be explained. The best part was that she wouldn't even try to be quiet even though five or six guys were just steps away in another room. I would fantasize about them coming in to get their share, but they never did.
Until Monty. Monty was one of my closest friends, and was known to be a sex addict. He had been telling me since I met Ann, when she was 17, that I had better never leave him alone around her. He would often encourage me to talk her into showing her underwear, and he even stole a few of her sexiest pairs (although looking back now, I think she let that happen).
For some reason one Saturday night, after our normal routine of all the guys coming over and getting their eyes full of Ann, they all started talking about going to a local bar to see a favorite band play. I had seen Ann sitting in four different laps in her underwear in the last two hours, and she was flirting heavily with Monty, so I just wanted them all to leave if that's what they wanted to do, but I wanted to get that woman in the bed, and fast.
One by one, they all made a trip to the bathroom and headed for the door. Everyone except Monty. He declared that he was too tired to go to the bar, and he hated fighting the cigarette smoke in there anyway. Never mind the fact that he always got laid when he went to the bar, tonight he just wasn't interested.
Twenty minutes after the idea was born, the crowd was gone and Monty, Ann and I were sitting on the couch drinking beer and shooting the shit. Ann was in a pair of boy-short panties that had my mouth watering all night, and she was sitting wedged between us so close that I don't know how she could breathe. I was beyond ready to head to the bedroom, and severely turned on.
Monty, out of the blue, posed a pretty innocent question.
"You guys care if I sleep here tonight?"
"Not if you don't mind all the noise from our bedroom," I joked. "I'm gonna have her doing some real screaming tonight!"
She poked me in the thigh, for some reason acting embarrassed, although this was normal conversation around our place.
"The only noise coming out of our room tonight is going to be you begging if you don't learn some manners mister," she said. "I'm going up to get ready for bed, and I think I'll take a quick shower. You get Monty a blanket and a pillow for the couch, and I'll see you in the bed in a few."
As she got up to leave the room, I caught Monty checking out her ass hard-core. She was intentionally doing a sexy walk out of the room. Monty was wearing some loose-fitting basketball shorts and I could tell he had a huge erection.
We had been friends since high school, and I had seen his dick before, but only soft. Even then, it was huge. I figured it must get close to a foot when it was hard, and I always assumed that's why he had so much success at the bar. Word about that sort of thing gets around in a small town. I figured Ann had heard about it too, and I secretly wondered if she ever thought about it.
I heard the water come on in the shower, and I joked with Monty that we should raid the bathroom and take a look at her in the shower. Maybe I wasn't joking, I don't know, but I was suddenly turned on at the idea.
"Look," he said, striking a rather bold tone. "I stayed behind because hearing the two of you have sex is better than getting laid by some chick from the bar. I hope it doesn't piss you off, but Ann makes me really fucking horny, and when you get her in that bedroom, I am about to jack off harder than I have in my whole life."
"Dude, that doesn't piss me off," I said. "In fact, I'm flattered. If she wouldn't object, I'd let you lay in the bed next to us and spank it while we fuck, but as kinky as she acts, I'll bet she'd flip a gasket if I proposed the idea."
I thought a minute. This idea of Monty actually using our sex to get himself off was turning me on in a whole new way. I wanted him to catch a glimpse of her in actual sex. I wanted a chance for him to see how hot she really was instead of just hearing it.
"Hey, how about this," I mused. "I'll leave the door open a bit, and you can creep over and watch. Once she gets going, she might not even care if she knows you are watching."
"Seriously????"
"Sure, I'll make sure she gives you a show."
About that time, I heard the water turn off. I headed around to our bedroom to see if I could get a look at her before she wrapped up in the towel.
When I got to the bathroom, she was headed out, towel on her head, nothing on anywhere else.
"I have to put some lotion on because that water dries out my skin," she said.
She was still pretty tipsy and flirting with me heavily with her eyes. She knew I was hungry for her, and she began to tease a little.
"Will you rub some of this on my butt and the backs of my legs? I'll be your best friend," she said.
I followed her to the bedroom, leaving our door all the way open, and watched her crawl onto the bed, remove the towel from her hair, and lay on her stomach with her arms folded under her head. She spread her legs out just so slightly, showing all of her treasures, but keeping them just slightly unavailable to me.
I opened her legs up a little and started the process of putting lotion on her ass and the backs of her thighs. Her skin was so soft, so supple, that I couldn't imagine the lotion was doing anything other than giving her a reason to drive me crazy. Our door was open and the light was on, and I knew Monty would be sneaking in a peek as soon as he got the chance.
"What is Monty doing," she asked. "Is he comfortable on the couch?"
"Honestly, he's in there probably wishing he was in here," I said, as I started rubbing the insides of her thighs and the crack of her ass.
She started responding to my touch and squirming under my fingers. Her legs opened wider and she moaned softly. I let my fingers slip down to her tender folds and realized she was soaking wet, and not from the shower. The smell of her sex was filling the room. I had to have her, and NOW.
"He's wishing he was in here," she huffed, sounding confused. "He could have been at the bar probably getting ready to score by now, and he wishes he was in here putting lotion on my legs?"
"You know Monty, I've told you for three years how much he loves your ass," I explained, getting excited that she had not freaked out over the conversation at this point.
"Well, I guess it would be nice to have four hands putting on the lotion instead of just two," she giggled. "Why don't you call him in here to help you out?"
I was waiting on the punch line. She had to be kidding. I started trying to calculate in my mind how much she had to drink. It was a lot. Could she be serious? Get Monty to come help me rub lotion on her naked body?
I wasn't going to give her a chance to talk herself out of it. The idea of Monty coming in and touching her, and maybe even lying next to us as we fucked, was just too much. I touched her wet folds again. Absolutely soaked, and responding hungrily to my touch.
"Hey, Monty," I yelled, knowing he was crawling just outside our door.
I could tell he was scurrying back to the couch to answer.
"Yeah, what's up," he replied.
"Ann needs you to come help me put this lotion on her. I've squirted out too much at one time, and we have to get it all rubbed in," I said. "I need about two more hands."
Like a vapor, Monty appeared in our doorway. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of boxer briefs.
