When Mike awoke things just didn't seem right. The sun was not yet up, that much was for certain, but the large, yet elegant figure of his wife was not snuggled in bed beside him. Something wasn't right. His head was still spinning from the consumption of alcohol during the previous night's party, and after groping for his phone he found it was only 2:45am.
Where the hell was Kya?
The night had been a bit of a wild ride, what had started as a housewarming party for their new abode had quickly turned into a drunken night to remember. He had retreated to the comfort of their bed when guests had started to leave, however the invitation to spend the night had been open to all.
Who knew who might have stayed? His wife Kya was a night owl anyway, but this was late even for her.
Mike was very much aware of the eight inches of throbbing blood vessels between his legs. Fuck alcohol made him horney, he would have to find his wife and take his sexual frustrations out on her. Not that she would mind, she was even worse than he after a few drinks.
With effort he managed to find his boxer shorts in the dark, and after a clumsy balancing act succeeded in putting them on. They did nothing to hide his erection, but it would have to do. From the silence coming from the rest of the house everyone was asleep anyway.
As he moved through the house Mike found most people had opted to return home. His cousin Jenny was asleep on the lounge, and from the back window he could see a male figure awkwardly slumbering on a recliner beside the pool.
As he progressed, however, Mike noticed a very dim light emanating from what Mike knew was a lava lamp in the rumpus room at the end of the main hallway. As he approached he could hear muffled sounds, and a soft but distinct groan which made his heart leap.
What the hell?
The door was mostly closed and he approached slowly, ears desperately seeking further context. Mike had a bad habit of allowing his overactive imagination to run free, surely this was no different, especially with the complication of his spinning head.
'I'm so fucking drunk.' It was clearly Kya's voice this time, and she sounded as intoxicated a she claimed.
'You're so fucking sexy.' This voice sounded familiar. Dylan? No, it was Arron, a guy Kya used to work with a few years ago.
Mike stopped just short of the door, heart racing, not daring to peer in for fear of being seen.
'Such a bad idea,' Kya said with little conviction.
'Why?' the other asked.
Kya moaned. 'Dunno.'
What the hell? Surely not! Mike couldn't stand there forever. He moved forward and cautiously peered through the six inch door opening.
The view from their torso up was conveniently obscured by the lounge, but Mike didn't need to see their faces to confirm what was going on. There was his wife, lying on the floor, panties on the carpet beside her outstretched legs, with Arron on top of her, a hand moving slowly between her legs.
'I won't do anything you don't want me to.'
Kya giggled that sweet, cute laugh which first grabbed Mike's attention from across the room when they had met. 'That's the problem.'
Encouraged by this, Arron said very softly yet forcefully, 'Touch me.'
There was a jingle of a belt buckle before Kya slid Arron's pants down, first with her hands, then hooking her toes into his waistband and depriving him of his lover coverings.
Mike caught a glimpse of Arron's cock before his wife grabbed for it. It was just as rock-hard as his own.
Kya stroked and Mike found his own hand reach inside his boxers. What the fuck was he doing? Was he really going to just stand there and watch his wife get used like a party favour? No, this couldn't happen, but as he heard the sounds of Arron sucking on his wife's huge nipples, Mike couldn't help but stand there are stroke his painfully hard penis.
Arron started to fidget and Kya wrapped her arms around him, hooking one leg over his. Mike's mind was spinning, and he thought he heard Kya mumble, 'Use something.'
Arron's voice was clearly as he assured her, 'I've got it covered, just relax Kya.'
With that the sounds of intense kissing came wafting through the doorway and Mike's eyes were wide as full moons as he watched and made peace with the fact that he wasn't going to do a thing to stop this.
Arron's hips shifted and Kya squirmed, a new groan coming from her muffled mouth, one Mike recognized instantly. It was the cute little groan of protest she made when she wanted to say no but was having trouble. Her hands moved to his hips, pushing him away, not pulling him towards, and Mike suddenly understood, but a strong sexual urge was telling him to let Arron do this to her, it wasn't his place to stop their mating.
Arron took her hands in his and removed them from his hips. There was the slopping sound of their kiss breaking and Kya sounded out of breath when she said, 'Get a condom.'
Mike almost came in his hand, but Arron sat up, and Mike instantly retreated behind the door. Fuck that was close. Heart pounding, Mike expected to hear the sounds of movement and maybe the rustle of packaging but instead Kya let out a loud, 'Holy fuck!'
Mike looked back in to see Arron's face buried between his wife legs, and Kya squirming like was possessed by some daemon.
'Stop,' Kya gasped. 'Stop, it's too much!'
Arron continued for a moment but when Kya grabbed him by the hair and pulled him away from her snatch he leaped back on top of her, and Mike could hear the passionate kissing continuing.
Again Arron's hips repositions and Mike imaged the throbbing head Arron's manhood pressing against his wife's dripping wet opening.
'Condom,' Kya said again, halfway between a kiss and into Arron's mouth by the sounds of it.
The same moan escaped Kya's mouth again as Arron's hips seemed to move forward a little. Again, Kya grabbed his hips and gently pushed him away, but with a desperate and longing groan Arron thrust forward, slowly but forcefully.
Kya almost screamed out, and she wrapped a leg around him, but gasped, 'No.'
'No what?' Arron asked as he started to thrust.
There was silence, nothing by the sound of Kya's heavy breathing before she finally said, 'Fuck, just do it.'
'Do what?' he teased, his thrusts ever forceful but slow.
'Me!'
A jet of seamen started to make its way up Mike's shaft. Instantly he stopped stroking, taking three deep breaths to calm himself, and managed to avoid a full blown orgasm for now. He didn't want to cum, not yet. Besides, would he feel differently about the situation once he had? Would he regret not having stopped things before Arron penetrated Kya? Maybe. Maybe not, but he intended to delay finding the answer as long as he could.
Kya dug her nails into Arron's back and Mike heard a muffled scream. She must have her faced pressed into his shoulder.
