Chapter 6. My wife gets a new friend.
I was out jogging that weekend, a couple of days after Halloween and I ran into another gentleman out on the road. We ran along exchanging pleasantries and he told me he lived just down the street from us. He and his wife had moved in about the same time as us. Being a good neighbor I invited them over for drinks on Friday night just to get acquainted.
I told my wife when I got home and we went out and got some more wine, beer, and various munchies for that night.
About 7pm, the doorbell rang and my wife answered it. She came back in with the gentleman and his wife and introduced them as Jeremy and Joanna. He was dressed well in a light jacket and business clothes, and although I had not noticed before, was a good looking guy, at least as far as I could tell since I'm a man. His wife, however, I knew was gorgeous. She was about 5'8", auburn hair and had a nice well-rounded body with curves in all the right places. She was wearing a light summer dress, which was probably not warm enough with the way the temperatures got at night. It revealed a little cleavage, a little leg, and from where she was standing in front of the windows with the setting sun, that she had a killer body.
We sat and talked and my wife did a little flirting with Jeremy and I did a little flirting with the Jo as she liked to be called, but nothing serious. We ate all the munchies and had consumed quite a bit of alcohol, when Jo stood up and asked me to show her the bathroom. I told her where it was, but she staggered a little, and asked me to show her.
I led her back down the hall, hoping she would not get sick, and into the bathroom. She said thanks and then lifted up her dress and sat on the toilet with me standing there. "Sorry" she said, "I couldn't wait. I hope you don't mind."
"No, I don't mind." I answered. So I took a chance, "And neither does my hardening dick."
Jo looked up at me and smiled. She placed her hand out on my crotch and said "I really don't have the energy tonight, but I'll take care of you later if you let my husband fuck your wife. I'm just too drunk, I know he's horny, and he's been eyeing your wife like a wolf. We both enjoy other partners."
My dick was instantly hard anyway. "And what, pray tell, did you have in mind for us later?"
She looked up, heavy-lidded and, obviously, very drunk. "Whatever you want. I do it all. I'll suck your dick, fuck you in my pussy or my ass. Do your wife. Whatever. Just not tonight."
I took my dick out of my pants and said. "Kiss it and promise on my cock."
She kissed it, sucked it for a second, and then sighed. "I need to lay down before I pass out."
I watched her wipe her pussy and get up. I told her "Why don't you lay down on our guest bed for awhile?"
"Oh, that would be wonderful!" she said, so I led her to the guest bedroom, let her lay down, and watched her fall to sleep almost immediately. I looked for a second at this goddess. I decided to take a peek. I picked up her dress and studied her pussy and ass. She was laying on her side, so I moved around to be able to see both while pulling her panties out from her body. They both were magnificent. I ran my finger over her pussy and marveled at the wetness and the slight patch of dark, still faintly red hair that she had. Then I stuck my hands all the way up under her dress and felt her tits. Oh, my, god, they had to be D cups and so soft and wonderful! I couldn't wait for this.
I returned to the living room. They looked at me quizzically and I told them, "Jo asked me to wait outside and when she came out she said she was exhausted and I showed her where she could lay down on the guest bed. I think she was asleep before her head hit the pillow."
Jeremy looked at us and said, "She's been working too hard and has been worn out lately. I think she drank too much on an empty stomach, too. She'll probably sleep the night away. I'll just take off and come back tomorrow to collect her."
"Nonsense." I said. "We still have plenty of alcohol, the night is young, and we have a horny young woman here."
My wife jerked her head around, stared at me, and said, "What is the matter with you. He's going to think you're a jerk. And don't talk about me like that in front of strangers."
"Oh, sorry. I guess I misunderstood the way that Jeremy was looking you up and down."
"Please, hun, stop." My wife said and then turned to Jeremy. "I apologize for my husband's lunacy. It's the alcohol talking."