It was Saturday evening when Greg, my husband, told me Jeff one of his work out buddies would be coming over for drinks. My irritation with the sudden news must have been obvious because Greg followed with, "if that's ok with you?"
I explained I had been looking forward to some one on one time all week. He caught my drift and then seemed less excited about Jeff coming over also. He offered to cancel but I said it was ok, Jeff had been through a break up recently with a long time girlfriend and could use the company and distraction. Greg said he would work at getting him to pass out early so we could have some fun by ourselves.
With a small kink in my original plans I began getting ready. I was sure Greg would still be fucking me later, it was just going to be longer than I was wanting to wait. I went ahead and shaved my legs, trimmed the small strip of hair on my pussy, did my make up, and fixed my shoulder length brunette hair. I figured I could at least wear some sexy underwear under my outfit to keep me in the mood for later. I slid on a pair of peach colored high cut panties that accented my curvy hips and a matching bustier. I loved the way the bustier made my 36 ddd tits look. I'm not a stick figure but I have the curves in the right places to make up for being a little chubby. I finished off the outfit with a pair of white shorts and a cute tank top that matched my strappy sandals.
Greg let out a whistle as I walked into the living room, "Damn it, you look good! Are you sure you don't want me to cancel?"
I gave him a smile, "It's to late now, but wait till you see what's on under this!"
"You're killing me," he grumbled as I shook my ass walking into the kitchen.
Jeff made it over around five with a bottle of tequila in one hand and vodka in the other. He seemed to be in good spirits for a heartbroken guy. When I asked how it was going since the break up he shrugged it off and said he was better off. We mixed drinks and chatted till about seven. Everyone was getting a decent buzz when Greg suggested some drinking games. I didn't think it was a good idea but Greg gave me a smile like this was his plan for getting Jeff passed out so we could have some fun of our own.
As we played several games Jeff kept winning to the point he was volunteering to take some of the shots. Within an hour Greg was trashed and I was severely drunk. Jeff seemed to be holding his own really well and did not seem anywhere near ready to call it a night. Greg did his best to soldier on, but before long he was passing out on the couch beside me. I was able to get him back awake the first time, but he went down a second time and no amount of shaking and yelling by me or Jeff could get him back awake. Jeff was starting to get pretty drunk too, and I was pissed when we couldn't get Greg back awake.
Jeff went back to his chair on the other side of the coffee table and sat down. He could tell I was mad.
"Hey don't worry, we can keep drinking and playing games without him," he said with a smile.
To drunk to care I blurted out, "I've been horny all week we were supposed to fuck tonight!" I blushed badly afterwards in the midst of a very awkward silence.
Finally Jeff said, "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to interrupt your alone time, but if it makes you feel any better I'm in the same boat, but without any potential to fix it. So how bout we get drunk and try to forget about it?"
Letting out a giggle I smiled, "Well I'm pretty sure I'm already drunk, but we can keep that going, just don't let me do anything dumb."
Jeff gave me a big smile and began pouring shots for us. Unfortunately the more we drank the hornier I became. Jeff was very fit and attractive even when I wasn't drinking and in my current state I began to wonder what his cock looked like. I was certain he caught me looking at his crotch on more than one occasion, but he was being very polite and would just smile and continue talking. Which just made me want it more.
