It was a big barbecue to celebrate the warm weather FINALLY arriving. My name is Rhonda. I got to the party with my husband and we began drinking and enjoying ourselves. I'm only thirty, in great shape, tall slim in a size 5, big c/d cups that I work out enough to keep pretty perky especially in a push-up bra.
I was wearing a denim skirt, not mini, but not long, and a cream colored blouse that kind of wrapped across my front with a low neck-line. In the V of the neck my half-cup push up bra put my cleavage at the lashes of most of the men there. My husband Darren is pretty average, tall dark, handsome, pretty muscular I guess. He knows I'm attractive and likes when others take notice. We once discussed going further and decided at the time against it. 'Maybe when we're forty and sick of each-other' we joked.
On this particular night we had been cooped up all winter. Heavy coats and long cold nights had kept me covered and I was feeling frisky and daring. We drifted together and apart as the night progressed. I noticed some dancing going on and told my husband the next time I bumped into him that I wanted to dance. He was a little too drunk he confessed, but told me I could if I kept it clean. I smiled a little tipsy myself. The next time I passed by the dancing which was away from the house near the tree-line of the large yard I lingered until someone asked me to dance.
"I'm married, so it's just a dance." I giggled. The guy smiled graciously and nodded. We danced and I really enjoyed it after the dance with a bit of fire spreading in my groin I headed back towards the house to locate my husband. I didn't find him, but wandered my way inside where there was a quieter more intimate setting. I soon ended up talking to another couple and two guys about local real estate and schools or something pretty trivial, but engrossing. I sipped my rum and coke and relaxed forgetting about my husband. A half hour passed and we ended up sitting around in a downstairs den. We were chatting and gabbing while the tv buzzed through the news on mute.
I was beginning to lose track of time, but didn't mind it was warm and cozy and I was feeling the booze and a light flirtacious arousal. The other woman seemed to be feeling my vibe and feeding it. I was sitting in a recliner and she the corner spot of a large sectional sofa. She had jeans on and she kicked off her shoes and curled up her legs, encouraging me to get comfy and relax. I kicked off my sandals and wrapped my legs up under me, causing my skirt to creep high on my legs, but I wasn't showing anything more than thigh, so I didn't care.
It was cooling off and one of the guys got the gas fireplace going. The conversation kind of gave way to a comfortable quiet and I soon found myself half nodding off in the comfort of the chair by the warmth of the fire. I wasn't out more than a few minutes when I woke the couple were making out very heavily and the two guys were just watching. The guy had one hand up her T-shirt and the other was fiddling in her jeans which were un-done. I couldn't help but watch. A few minutes later the man pulled his glistening fingers from his wife's panties and they went upstairs.
The guys got another round including another beer for me and soon we were all engrossed in a movie. I sat on the sectional closer to the guys and the fire. I was soon nodding off again, but my skirt kept bunching at my waist from where I was sitting. Seeing that the guys were involved I unzipped it for comfort. It zips down the side. So doing so exposed the side strap to my high cut thong panties. I then curled my legs up again and was soon sleeping. As I slept I must have lain back or squirmed or something. I stirred a little and found that I had managed to get my skirt bunched around my waist.
My condition wasn't missed by the two guys who were looking at the sheer blue material covering my pussy. The panties were see-thru from my clit up, so they could see the full, but narrow swath of my landing strip. I was very horny, and still a little sleepy so I just sat up and left the skirt. I reached for my beer and asked if I missed anything.
For the next ten minutes or so I lounged comfortably, my skirt now very loose floated at about my waist my bare buttocks on the couch. With me awake the guys weren't looking as much. So I sized them up. One was named Brandon, the other Jimmy, I don't remember who was who. One was blond and boyish with a slim tall boy, the other had short black hair and was a bit rugged looking. My husband wandered down and immediately noticed my state of dress. Having been already caught I made no attempt to draw attention to it in any way.
"Hey Rhon." My husband said. "I'm beat and pretty drunk how bout we walk home now?" He said not mentioning my exposed panties. I thought long and hard about my answer and then answered with total honesty.
"I'm too cozy and comfy to move down here, I'll meet you home in an hour or so, maybe after this movie." I said referring to the late movie which had just started.
"That doesn't end until one its only elven fifteen." Darren said, this time looking right at my crotch.
