It was one of "my weekends". AKA, my wife's friends weren't coming over. If you don't know what I'm talking about, please read the first installment in this series, "Vacation Awakening".
I invited a few buddies over, Bill and Craig, to play some video games and drink some beer. Who says grown men can't enjoy video games?
They came over and we started the night. Rebecca was in her room. She usually left us alone. She didn't really like my friends. They were pretty dorky and nerdy, even moreso than me.
We had been going at it for a few hours and there were about 20 beer cans on the table between the three of us. We started to get pretty loud, talking trash to each other and shouting when something cool happened.
After one particularly loud outburst from Craig (I had hit him with a red shell in Mario Kart), my wife finally emerged from her room and entered the living room. She was wearing athletic shorts and a tank top. Nothing was particularly revealing, but with her body you couldn't hide it. Her cleavage wasn't showing but you could tell she had very nice tits because of the two large orbs under the fabric. Likewise, her ass wasn't on display like it would be with yoga pants, but the way her athletic shorts stuck out away from her body, you could tell she had an amazing ass.
"What's with the shouting?" she asked. Then she looked and saw Mario Kart on the TV. She scoffed.
"Oh my god, you guys are such nerds," she said in an amused tone as she exited the room into the kitchen.
After she left, Craig turned to me.
"My man, you are so lucky," he said, reaching over to give me a fist bump. Craig nor Bill never had much luck with women.
All of my friends had a hard time being polite around my wife. They were too shy to say anything to her, but they always stared like schoolboys whenever she was around.
"You know it buddy," I said as I cracked open another beer, impressed with myself. We continued playing.
A little while later, Rebecca came back into the room. She stood to the side of the TV, looking at it with her back to us.
"Who's winning?" she said.
"I am!" I shouted. I was caught up in the race. There was some money on the line so it was more intense gaming than usual.
"Good job babe," she said. She came over to where I was sitting and leaned down to give me a kiss. As she did she stuck her ass out in the direction of Bill and Craig, which made them both drive off the map to their deaths.
My wife noticed the sounds and looked at the screen.
"What the hell just happened?" she asked.
Bill chimed in. Normally, Bill would not dare to speak to my wife at all, and certainly not in this manner. But we had been drinking.
"You, uh, distracted us," he said meekly, pretending to try to refocus on the game.
"Oops," said my wife in a monotone voice.
"Here, Bill, I'll distract Andy for you," she said as she sat down on my lap.
I was completely focused on the game. Like I said there was money on the line.
"Babe get off! I can't see!" I shouted in frustration. I fell off the map and Bill and Craig both passed me at the last second.
"In your FACE!" said Craig, then he took a big swig of his beer in celebration.
Rebecca stood up.
"I thought you were good at this game?" she asked, standing over me.
"I am babe, but I couldn't see shit, and like Bill said, that was, uh, distracting," I replied.
"Pssh," she said, and walked back into the bedroom. Fuck that was energizing.
The boys and I kept drinking and playing. We progressively started putting more and more money on each game so we naturally got louder and louder.
At about 1 AM Rebecca emerged again from the bedroom. She had changed out of her athletic clothing and was now wearing her nighttime attire. A pair of white panties and a loose white sweater that covered up her cleavage, but left a bit of her ass peeking out when she stood at certain angles.
I didn't mind. I was hammered, and I didn't see Bill and Craig as threats. We were all good buddies.
"Can't sleep with you boys making such a racket," she said. "Can I at least play if I'm up anyways?"
I got her a controller and she sat on the floor in front of us. She tried her best, but my friends and I are quite good at the games we play. She got crushed.
After the third game, she put the controller down, clearly not enjoying it anymore.
"These games suck!" she pouted.
"No they don't. You just suck at them," I said, teasing her. She smiled at me, enjoying the playfulness.
"Oh? Why don't I make you suck then," she said, and sat down on my lap.
I grunted. God her big booty felt good against me. I didn't want her to leave so I agreed to keep playing, even with my handicap.
The next game I got crushed.
"You suck bro!" shouted Craig. Rebecca looked over at him in shock.
"Craig! Mind your manners!" said Rebecca back, and Craig looked away timidly. He wasn't used to being in the presence of a girl like Rebecca, let alone conversing with her.
"Sorry," he said, looking down, then took a nervous sip of his beer. Rebecca laughed at him.
"No, don't be. But do you really think you could beat my husband if I were sitting on your lap instead of his?" asked Rebecca.
Craig froze.
"No, uh... I can't even imagine," he said. Rebecca gave him a wave of her hand, dismissing him.
Rebecca sat on my lap for a few more games and I lost every single one badly.
"Going to clean you out at this rate bro," said Bill.
"Wait, there's money being bet on these games?" asked Rebecca.
"Yeah, babe. I'm getting destroyed because of you," I said.
Rebecca stood up.
"Well let's make it interesting. You guys are too good at this game. How about you double up the rates and I'll try to distract you all. The more of a gentleman you are, the better chances you have at winning. Otherwise I'm going to bed because this is boring," she said, getting up.
Bill and Craig looked to me. Their faces pleaded me to allow Rebecca to do such a thing. Truth be told I was extremely horny from Rebecca sitting on my lap and I wanted her to stay in the room no matter what.
"Double or nothing!" I shouted, which didn't really make sense. Bill and Craig both sat up straight, ready to play.
