This is another of my stories. The ending is a little different from that originally written, but it's mostly the same. The plot involves abusive drinking, group sex, and adults acting like school kids, so be warned and don't carp about It if it turns out you don't like that part. Chilleywilley helped a bit, we hope to the betterment of the story. Jakewho69
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It was six PM and I was just leaving the bar to go home. Our company had just received a big government contract and we were all celebrating it at the bar. There were four of the girls from the office. I had been putting a run on Peggy, one of the secretaries. She has always been over friendly with me at all of our functions. I got her once before, and she was a hot one.
Well, we got to the bar at three and I didn't have lunch or supper and was starting to feel sick. I didn't want to, but I had to sneak out of the party to go home before I got too sick and made an ass of myself.
On the way home, I had to pull the car over to throw up. After that, I felt a little better and managed to get home in one piece. As I pulled in, I saw a car in the driveway with out of town plates on it. I wondered who the fuck was here.
As I came into the house, my wife Pat came up to me and gave me a big hug and kiss. Then she said,
"You've been drinking, I see."
I laughed and told her about work, so she wasn't too angry. She knew how important the contract was to our company and to me.
She then told me, "My college roommate, Jean and her husband Paul, and an old friend of mine, Matt, are here for a visit. The guys work together and are on a business trip. They were passing through our town, and decided to look me up. They are going to stay for the weekend and head up North for a conference and come back here Thursday and home Friday. Bob and Sue are here and we are barbecuing outside. Bob is cooking, and from the looks of you, I think you need some food in you."
I remember her telling me about Matt from her college days. He was an old boyfriend of hers. She said all the girls were after him, but if she ever said why they were after him, I forget. He was a good-looking guy our age and well built. Don't think they went together that long, but then I'm not too sure about it.
We went outside and she introduced me to her friends. She has talked about Jean a lot and she talks on-line with her all the time. The guys seemed like a real nice bunch. We talked about our jobs when the girls weren't around. My buddy Bob who is a cop, came by with his wife Sue and he kept us entertained with his stories about work.
I finally ate some burgers, but they didn't really settle too well in my stomach at all. Around nine, I started back into the booze, like I needed it. I was wondering if I had a problem with it. We all ended up inside the house in the game room. I have a small bar in the basement and I just love to play bartender. But I tend to drink more then I serve. We have a jukebox with about 100 songs on it. Plus it takes dollar bills, and I make money on it.
We all danced with each other's wives, only Matt didn't have his wife with him. Matt did a lot of dancing with Pat, but it was all friendly and everyone had a grand time. The four of them talked a lot about their college days and all the fun they used to have. I think I remember Bob telling me that Matt thought with his little head! I laughed, don't we all.
At eleven, Bob got a beep and had to go to work. Sue stayed at the party till midnight and then she wanted to go home, so I walked her home. On the way home she told me to watch out for that Matt. I laughed it off, and kissed her good night. I told her if anyone needs watching it was me with her. She pushed her body against me, and I gave her another kiss and said good night.
When I got back, I left my bartender's job and sat on a big couch with my drink right by my side. My stomach was acting up again and I knew I couldn't hold the drinks down much longer. Pat and Jean came over to sit with me and talk.
Jean asked, "Do you want to go to your bedroom, and lay down for awhile?"
It was only 12:30, and I didn't want to bug out, but I knew it would be only minutes before I got sick. So they helped me up to the bedroom took my clothes off me and tucked me into bed.
I lay in a stupor for a while until my stomach woke me. I hit our bathroom and threw up. I drank water from the faucet. Going back to bed, I listened to see if the party was still going on. I could hear the boom, boom from the jukebox. I hit the bed and passed for a while. I woke up and my stomach was acting up again. I lay in bed, trying to hold it down. I walked to the door, but couldn't hear the music or anything. Pat wasn't in bed, but when I am drunk, she says I thrash around so sometimes she sleeps downstairs, or in the guestroom.
I heard someone coming up the stairs, so I got back in bed and pretended to be asleep so Pat wouldn't chew me out for getting drunk and sick. I lay in bed, and she came in to check on me, I didn't move, just made noises like I was asleep. She walked over to the dresser and removed her bra and then put the blouse back on. She doesn't wear a bra much around the house. Then she left, and closed the bedroom door. I just lay there.
I dozed a while and came to, and Pat was not in bed. I rolled over and looked at the clock and it was 1:30. I figured she was still downstairs cleaning up. I sat up on the end of the bed, and my head was still spinning a little. I finally got up and walked to the door. I opened it and listened, but didn't hear anything. I went to the dresser and put on a pair of dress shorts and tee shirt, and quietly headed down the stairs.
When I got to the first floor, I sat on the steps feeling like shit. I heard low music coming from the den so I made my way that way. Half way there, I could hear my wife talking to someone. I stopped in my tracks so they would not know I was there. The whole house was dark except for the moonlight coming in the windows. As I looked in, I could see two figures dancing in the corner. The center of the room was lit up from the large windows in the room, but the corners were pitch black. They finally danced to the center of the room and I could see it was Pat and Matt. She had her head on his shoulder.
They made their way over to the large leather couch we had in the room and sat down. Pat laid her head down with the back of her hand on her forehead in a reclining position. Her nipples were popped when she said,
"I'm really very tired."
Matt said, "Well, why don't you give me a goodnight kiss and I'll be going."
Well, OK he was going. I figured I better get out of the doorway before they saw me and knew I was checking up on them. As Matt said that, he lay on top of her body and kissed her. It was a very long kiss, and the tongues were working on both ends.
I could see her arms go around his shoulders as his left hand rested on her tit playing with her nipple. They were engaged in a French kiss and were passionately going at it. She did not remove his hand at all. My stomach started to do flips right about then. I was just about ready to kill them both, when I thought about how a few hours ago; I was making a move on Peggy from work. I have gotten my share of girls in bed since we've been married. This was different though, it was my wife in my house, while I was asleep, and not someone else's wife or girlfriend.
The next thing I knew he had her blouse open and her tits out so he could suck on them. She then moved her right hand inside his pants and was surely playing with his cock. I could hear them moaning but didn't know which one it was for sure. Matt lifted up on his elbow as he unbuttoned his pants but he never took his mouth off her tits. Pat reached in and pulled out his cock. I was amazed at the size of it, because it was so much larger than my own. Her hand looked so tiny around that big thing.
I could not do anything! I was sick with booze, like I could see and hear, but wasn't hardly there and this nightmare was going on in front of me.
Matt slid off the couch onto the floor, and she never let go off his cock for a second. He slid his pants off and with one hand between her legs, continued to suck on her tits, taking them one at a time into his mouth. He was kneeing over her as she pumped his cock for him. As he sucked on her tits, she sat up enough to remove her blouse. Then he started to suck his way down to her belly button. His hand then worked on her slacks as she lifted her hips for him to remove them.
Once her pants were off, he was busy kissing her bush while he still was playing with her tits. He removed one hand from her tits and placed it in her pussy. His head moved down to her pussy and licked the beginning of it. He must have had fingers in her pussy too; she was moving around and pumping his hand and mouth.
Pat had both hands around his fat cock and pumped it at a fast rate. She could not take her eyes off it, as if she had never seen one that big before.
