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Mike---
Me: "Hey, any plans this Friday night?"
Lance: Fri -- Studying. Then head to Cabazon Outlets with some besties. Why? Want a date?
Me: Ha...Hah...Funny...Funny.
Me: Scott and I want to see if you could make it to our wine party. Just a small one...at our house. But school first. Maybe some other time.
Lance: Fuck school. I'm all in! What should I bring? I prefer beer; wine is cool. :-P.
Me: LOL. Just bring yourself here. We'll have tons of food.
Me: We want our guests to stay overnight so dress casually.
Lance: Oh, is that your plan trying to seduce me while I'm drunk? ;-P.
Me: Ha! Ha! Good one. We don't want you guys to face DUI.
Me: Alright! See you then.
Lance---
"Fuck! Mike is inviting me to his party. Oh...how I wish to suck on that thick pole...then witness that same rod impaling my tight little hole. He's married, but that makes things hotter."
I continue daydreaming, "Kiss me please, and hold me tightly. Be my boyfriend forever and divorce your husband."
I originally just wanted to flirt with Mike to kill time after becoming single. I'm starting to like this man a lot the more I get to know him. He's such a gentleman for putting up with that putz.
"Hey guys! Something comes up...can't go to the outlet on Friday. Sorry. TTYL." I text the group.
Scott---
"Hey...take a look at this," Jase is trying to show me something on his phone while I'm driving him to my place.
"I'm driving, hello!" I warn him but glance at it anyway.
"He is kind of cute. Who's that?" I inquire.
"A new employee at my workplace."
"You took his photo?! Slut! Did he know that?" I'm curious.
"Nope."
Jase likes young hot hunks; therefore, he and I are just BFFs.
"You can invite him if you want to. What's his name?" I tease.
"Rob. I wish. Hmmm...I don't really know him, but he's hot, isn't he?" Jase is having a daydream.
"What about that white dude you told me the other day?"
"Tim? He's just a friend, well...sort of. Anyway...Rob's cubicle is right next to mine. I hope one day..." Jase flashes a mischievous grin.
"Well...I can't wait to see you settle down with...you know...a nice guy who loves you. Now...will you please text Paul and see if he has left the house?" I ask Jase.
"Already at your house. Others are too." Jase replies.
The party starts.
"Those wings look very delicious. You should try both flavors," Julia, the wife of Tom, who is Mike's friend, suggests while seeing Lance having difficulty with choosing.
"Oh...hmmm...Am I in your way?" Lance startles.
"No. You are fine. I don't believe we have met."
"Julia...That's Lance...Rose's friend," Tom speaks as he walks toward them.
"He was at my birthday party."
"Oh...I apologize...we couldn't make it. Did you enjoy the indoor skydiving pass we sent you?" Julia asks.
"Oh yeah! Thanks! We haven't used it yet. I'm sure it will be fun...just waiting for Scott..."
"Is someone talking behind my back?" I join the conversation.
"Hey you! looking good as usual," Julia complements me.
"The skydiving pass," Mike reminds me.
"Oh yeah...we will...soon..." I smile and wrap my right arm around Mike's waist hoping to make Lance jealous.
"So...Lance...I suppose you're in college?" Julia switches the topic.
"Yub. 1 more year to go! Keep my finger crossed."
"What's your major?"
"Well...business with an emphasis in marketing. I'm not sure though...really. It's kind of hard to find a job in marketing nowadays."
"Heh, Mike! That's your field, right? Maybe you can help this young man out." Julia now directs her question at Mike.
"No! Mike is in finance. He can't help Lance." I quickly interject even without being asked.
"Actually...I might switch to accounting or finance...more career opportunities...you know," Lance fires back.
"Well...He's very busy with his work," I try to make a comeback.
"Well...finance ok, but accounting...eh," Mike speaks genuinely.
"Good! You can be my tutor. We can do that in your office while Scott is at work. No back out." Lance teases.
Mike's comment is just a matter of fact, somehow, I feel embarrassed and pissed. He is supposed to go along with me. I'm his spouse. I can't stand that grin on Lance's face when he just witnessed Mike inadvertently defended him again.
"Well...maybe I should go into nursing...just kidding...can't stand the hospital smell." Julia and Mike are laughing with Lance.
Lance continues, "In all seriousness...I really admire nurses like Scott...you know...for taking care of us...it's a noble thing."
What's his fucking motive here? Why suddenly praising me--I'm thinking.
The conversation ends a few minutes later.
While at the party, Jase cannot wait to show everyone Rob.
"Oh my! He's a cutie pie. Have you guys...you know...humped?" Lance cuts to the chase.
"No! Dude...I barely know him...I guess? not even sure if he's...you know...gay," amasya escort (https://vippescort.com/ad-category/amasya-escort/) Jase blushes.
"Here's what you should do...carry with you some chewing gum at all times." Everybody is looking at Lance confused.
"Wait! Here me out now. You will never know if he's going to approach you and start chatting. That gum will save your day if you happen to...let's just say have some garlic bread after lunch. And...and...just in case if you're nervous...you know...with nothing good to say, you can always offer him a piece of your gum. He'll thank you even if he doesn't want it. A good way to break the ice, eh."
"You have a point there," Jase agrees.
"And...I'm not done...try to accidentally scratch your ass. If he's into guys, you will know. Trust me," Lance jokes. We all laugh.
Everybody is enjoying Lance's company including me--sort of. At this moment, I don't really hate him per se, but I don't like him either. I guess I just want to be vigilant about his motives.
The party is going well. Even though it is a wine party, most of us choose beer and hard liquor instead.
At one point, somebody taps on my back, "Hey...sorry...you got any more ice?"
"Sure! Follow me." We both head to the fridge.
"Shit! I'm so sorry...Can you wait for a bit? I'll ask Mike to go get some," I suggest.
Mike is no where to be found. "Hey Tom, hve you seen Mike?"
"Try the backyard patio lounge. He was with Jen there."
Jen is one of my cousins.
That's not my cousin! Sitting on the longue are Mike and Lance. I'm not sure what is going on, but right in front of my face is lance having his right back palm rested on my husband's left thigh--inches away from his crotch. Mike is rubbing his fingers on Lance's index finger trying to pinch something.
"Is everything alright?' I startle them but not enough for the hands to retreat.
"He got some splinter on his finger," Mike utters nonchalantly. "How does this feel?" Mike continues rubbing Lances finger.
"Ouch!" Lance screams using his other hand squeezing one of my husband's biceps. Did I just witness Mike flexing his bicep muscle in response to Lance's squeeze? Did I just see the injured hand inadvertently brush my husband's crotch when it jerked? I must have had a little too much alcohol.
I'm just standing there observing the couple fucking with their fingers.
"Yes?" Mike asks.
"Oh...ice....we're out of ice. I was just going to ask if you could drop by a store..."
"Later baby...busy right now," Mike causally replies without even looking at me.
"It's alright...I'll take care of it."
"Oh...before you go...get me a tweezer in the bathroom, will you?" It sounds like Mike's command as opposed to his request.
"Alright." As I start turning around, I take one last glance at the hand on my husband' thigh to see that it's still there--so close to his crotch.
Breathe and go ask someone else. Don't be a jealous prick. You're drunk. You can't drive. I talk to myself.
I'm a social drinker, but tonight I've been downing quite a bit of beer -- I guess I'm trying to suppress my nervousness and tension.
Most partygoers are starting to leave at around 8 P.M., contrary to our plan for them stay overnight. Julia and Tom are the first to go citing the need to check on their kids. I know Paul is not staying long so he has his brother come and pick him up. Jase is supposed to be sleeping over, but he bails out and leaves with Paul. By 10 P.M., most people are gone except for Rose, Lance, Mike, and me. We are still drinking and watching some late-night TV shows. I'm so inebriated that at one point I start puking in our living room creating a fucking mess. My head is exhaustingly pounding.
"It's okay uncle. Why don't you take Scott to rest? I'll clean up," Rose volunteers.
"Yeah, we'll take care of it," Lance agrees.
Mike---
"Shit, Scott!" My husband pukes on my polo shirt, and the vomit gets on my jeans as well while I'm trying to escort him to our bedroom.
"Are you alright? Let's walk slowly. Here...this way," I'm leading him to the bathroom downstairs instead, just in case if he needs to puke again. After giving Scott's face a gentle wash, I slowly direct him to our bedroom upstairs.
"Hold on honey. Here...lay down," I'm trying to make Scott feel as comfortable as possible.
"So sorry about the puke," the inebriated Scott murmurs.
"It's fine. You...okay?"
Scott says nothing.
"Just stay still. I'm here. I'll get you some warm water."
Scott has already dozed off when I return with the water. I place the glass on top of a cabinet then head to our en-suite bathroom trying to remove the stains from my clothes. The shirt is fucking smelly, so I decide to change into something more comfortable--gray sweats and a white sleeveless t-shirt. I'm staying with Scott for about 10 minutes just to make sure he is stable before returning to the living room.
"How's is Scott?" Rose asks me.
"He's asleep now."
"Wait you have ankara escort (https://vippescort.com/ad-category/ankara-escort/) something on your sweatpants," Lance utters as he extends his right hand out trying to remove it from my crotch. In doing so, he mindlessly touches the tip of my limp cock hidden in the sweats.
"Shit! I must have got that puke on when I changed the clothes."
Lance passes me some napkins before excusing himself to the kitchen to rinse his hands.
"Ok guys...I'm going to call it a night." Rose announces then makes a bee line for one of the guest rooms.
"Well...now just us two left. You...want to call it a night?" I ask Lance.
"Hmmm...isn't it a bit too early? Even my mom stays up later than that," Lance jokes. "Unless...you want to go in there and disturb your husband who's trying to rest and recover?"
Having to know Lance for a short period of time, I've come to realize that he's very witty, which I adore and respect.
"You've got a point. Yeah, let's just watch some TV and chilled. Go get a few Coronas and some lime, will you?"
"Yes, Sir!" Lance hurries to the kitchen as I walk back to the living room. My cock twitches very slightly upon hearing the word "sir."
I take the longest piece of the couch while Lance is sitting on one of the 2 smaller pieces adjacent to me. We resume drinking and watching some boring TV shows. We waste away for what seems to be almost 2 hours, then we switch to a flick when there's nothing else on but informercials.
It's about 2 A.M now, and I'm starting to doze off partly due to the alcohol. I feel a hand touching my shoulder.
"Mike...Mike," Lance is trying to wake me up. "You want to turn in?"
"Let's finish the movie. Can you get me another beer?" I say to Lance.
Lance comes back with 2 beers and place them on the coffee table. Instead of returning to his original seat, he is now resting right next to me.
We continue watching the flick in silence.
10 minutes later, my arms are starting to experience poor blood circulation, so I give them a good stretch then lay them flat on the upper frame of the couch. What happens next startles me--Lance scoops closer toward me and rest his head on my left shoulder!
"What are you doing?" I ask.
He just stares at me for a few seconds and whispers, "Is it ok?"
"No," I'm mumbling but not pushing him away, nevertheless. I stay quiet, so Lance takes that as my approval. We continue sitting in that position for a bit longer.
The movie switches to a kissing scene.
Out of nowhere, Lance breaks the silence and whispers, "Those two are so romantic."
I say nothing so Lance continues, "I like the smell of your hairy pits."
This is getting weird, but I keep quiet. We continue watching the movie in silence.
About 5 minutes later, I sense a hand resting on my left thigh. Instinctively, I gaze down at Lance, whose head is still on my shoulder with his eyes focusing on the flick. His hand is starting to give my thigh a very subtle pinch. That eventually turns into a light rub. With my drunken state and a lack of sex recently, I say nothing but just stare at the TV mindlessly. Lance seemingly infers my quietness as my acceptance again; thus, he boldly persists squeezing my thigh with more pressure this time. In no time, he is slowly moving the hand further toward my crotch. Before I know it, his entire hand is now resting on my soft, warm groin.
"I'm married," I remind him hoping to quell this forbidden sexual maneuver of his.
No word is coming out of Lance's mouth as he is gently squeezing my groin.
"I love Scott, and...and...he's upstairs."
Again, Lance stays quiet.
"I can't do this..." I try again.
Lance just ignores my gibberish and proceeds rubbing up and down on the confined outline of my growing penis.
"AWWW..." I close my eyes and moan. "Don't do this."
Lance manipulates my shaft until it gets rigid, then he moves down to my balls gently fondling them. His caress emits this ASMR that I wish would prolong forever. The groping is so sensual--soft, slow yet firm--probably better than Scott. I'm so hard and leaking precum as evidenced by a wet stain on my sweatpants. Without asking, Lance reaches inside the sweats and slowly strokes my dick up and down creating a friction that causes another involuntary moan from me.
"Take my cock out," I can't no longer think straight.
Lance is happy to comply and soon positions himself comfortably on the floor against my hairy legs. Slowly he pulls down my sweatpants enough to expose the solid hairy shaft and those two large saggy balls.
"It's hard and huge," he drools.
The sound of his soft voice causes my eyes to open momentarily only to witness that Lance has already pulled down his pants to his ankles revealing a nice thick cock. It really bewilders me that certain skinny guys do have big dicks. I'm bigger than Lance, but he seems to rival me in the dick thickness department, and his penis is cut with a large dark purple cockhead. Unlike Scott, Lance does antalya escort (https://vippescort.com/ad-category/antalya-escort/) have a nicely trimmed bush of pubes.
Lance---
I can't believe this is actually happening--a handsome, married hunk is drunkenly sitting here at my disposal while his husband is in the other room helpless. Mike is hard to break, but that only intensifies my determination to get in his pants.
Soon he is lost in his sexual ecstasy. I start stroking him fiercely until he is about to cum then I slow down. I occasionally stop completely just so that he can relish the sensation of his throbbing dick caused by my masturbation mastery. I can see his cockhead start leaking some precum on the slit. Without hesitation, I delicately descend my face to his cock deeply inhaling the manly aroma of his essence. Sticking my tongue out, I leisurely sample the sweet musky juice.
"Awwwww..." Mike moans.
"You like that?" I continue seductively rubbing his cock and balls and gingerly blowing some air into his cockhead just before I devour his whole cock, cramming the last inch down my throat.
"Awwwww..." Another louder moan escapes from Mike.
At this moment, I'm the center of Mike's universe. Nothing is relevant except for my seductive mouth greedily sucking on his knob. When I sense his imminent orgasm, I quickly and completely pull down my pants, turn around, and sit on his lap. Mike is so aroused that he starts ejaculating the moment his dick head lightly penetrates my asshole.
"Awwwww..." We both moans in unison.
I can feel his baby-making sperms splashing all over my pussy wall. Unable to sustain, I quickly get up and start jerking furiously. In no time, I burst cum all over his still-pulsing cock with some landed on his upper lip. Mike instinctively sticks his tongue out licking the cum clean while his eyes are closed.
Fuck! Mike is still hard. Seeing his erect cock drenched with both of our fluids, I scoot down and start jerking his cock, marinating his meat with our essence creating this wet sticky sound. It doesn't take Mike long to reach another volcanic orgasm. Just then, Mike opens his eyes staring at me attentively witnessing my cleaning our semen off my fingers. Oh boy! We are in heaven.
Mike---
I usually cum a lot, but not this much and this thick. Seeing Lance licking his cum-filled fingers while staring at me prevents my dick from going soft even after 2 orgasms. I'm so horny that I might be able to go for another round, but guilt starts to kick in destroying the mood.
"I'm going to turn in. Good night." I head to my bedroom feeling like shit for what I just did. As I lay next to Scott, the remorse starts to manifest in my head. "Why did you do it? You could have just fucking jerked off and be done. You let someone else jerk you and suck you. The tip of your cockhead penetrated his ass! You tasted his cum. What if Scott caught you? You need to come clean." I don't know how long this self-talk lasts, but the next thing I know is hearing Scott say, "Wake up sleepyhead. It's 10 A.M."
Scott---
Fuck, I must have been so wasted last night. This headache! Thank God Mike was there to take care of me. Heading to the kitchen I make myself a ginger tea. Mom says this will cure a hangover. Lance is sleeping in the sofa in the living room as I pass by him to the kitchen. Soon he is awakened by my task.
"Morning!" Lance surprises me.
"Hey, Morning! How was your sleep?"
"Good! Ouch," Lance makes a weird pain sound while reaching his left hand to feel his ass.
Did something happen last night? Why did he just scratch his ass? Did Mike fuck him in our own home while I passed out? Calm! You have no proof. But, no wonder the living room is redolent of cum smell!
Lance continues, "And how about you? You were pretty wasted last night...you know."
"Yeah...it must have been food poisoning combined with alcohol. I'm better now," I reply.
"Good! I'm going to head out. You mind if I use the restroom really quick?"
"Sure," I say.
While standing in the kitchen, I keep thinking, "Did they fuck? Mike will never do such a thing to hurt me. And, that whore is conniving. Don't get hard! Calm."
I just have to take a sneak peek at the trash bin to see if there is a condom wrapper. Nothing. Then I check the dirty clothes in our laundry basket. There's a mix of puke and semen smells. It's not unusual to smell cum in there as it could be from either one of us. I feel a bit relieved.
A little bit later, Rose takes off as well.
I make an extra cup of tea for Mike just in case if he needs it.
"Wake up sleepyhead. It's 10 A.M." I want our day to be productive.
"Hey...How are you feeling?" Mike asks.
"Like shit," I reply. "But better now. Here...drink this. I'll make you breakfast."
"No breakfast just yet."
"Ok but get out of bed!" I'm aware of my demanding tone, and I know Mike is trying to put up with me.
Mike enters the kitchen while I'm surfing the net watching some hot guys going live on a website I frequent. It's not an affair or that sort of thing; it's just my kink of spying on hot guys. I seldom chat with them; I'm just a spectator. Mike doesn't know about it, but I suspect that he does the same thing too privately. Mike startles me, but I close the browser before his suspicion.
Me: "Hey, any plans this Friday night?"
Lance: Fri -- Studying. Then head to Cabazon Outlets with some besties. Why? Want a date?
Me: Ha...Hah...Funny...Funny.
Me: Scott and I want to see if you could make it to our wine party. Just a small one...at our house. But school first. Maybe some other time.
Lance: Fuck school. I'm all in! What should I bring? I prefer beer; wine is cool. :-P.
Me: LOL. Just bring yourself here. We'll have tons of food.
Me: We want our guests to stay overnight so dress casually.
Lance: Oh, is that your plan trying to seduce me while I'm drunk? ;-P.
Me: Ha! Ha! Good one. We don't want you guys to face DUI.
Me: Alright! See you then.
Lance---
"Fuck! Mike is inviting me to his party. Oh...how I wish to suck on that thick pole...then witness that same rod impaling my tight little hole. He's married, but that makes things hotter."
I continue daydreaming, "Kiss me please, and hold me tightly. Be my boyfriend forever and divorce your husband."
I originally just wanted to flirt with Mike to kill time after becoming single. I'm starting to like this man a lot the more I get to know him. He's such a gentleman for putting up with that putz.
"Hey guys! Something comes up...can't go to the outlet on Friday. Sorry. TTYL." I text the group.
Scott---
"Hey...take a look at this," Jase is trying to show me something on his phone while I'm driving him to my place.
"I'm driving, hello!" I warn him but glance at it anyway.
"He is kind of cute. Who's that?" I inquire.
"A new employee at my workplace."
"You took his photo?! Slut! Did he know that?" I'm curious.
"Nope."
Jase likes young hot hunks; therefore, he and I are just BFFs.
"You can invite him if you want to. What's his name?" I tease.
"Rob. I wish. Hmmm...I don't really know him, but he's hot, isn't he?" Jase is having a daydream.
"What about that white dude you told me the other day?"
"Tim? He's just a friend, well...sort of. Anyway...Rob's cubicle is right next to mine. I hope one day..." Jase flashes a mischievous grin.
"Well...I can't wait to see you settle down with...you know...a nice guy who loves you. Now...will you please text Paul and see if he has left the house?" I ask Jase.
"Already at your house. Others are too." Jase replies.
The party starts.
"Those wings look very delicious. You should try both flavors," Julia, the wife of Tom, who is Mike's friend, suggests while seeing Lance having difficulty with choosing.
"Oh...hmmm...Am I in your way?" Lance startles.
"No. You are fine. I don't believe we have met."
"Julia...That's Lance...Rose's friend," Tom speaks as he walks toward them.
"He was at my birthday party."
"Oh...I apologize...we couldn't make it. Did you enjoy the indoor skydiving pass we sent you?" Julia asks.
"Oh yeah! Thanks! We haven't used it yet. I'm sure it will be fun...just waiting for Scott..."
"Is someone talking behind my back?" I join the conversation.
"Hey you! looking good as usual," Julia complements me.
"The skydiving pass," Mike reminds me.
"Oh yeah...we will...soon..." I smile and wrap my right arm around Mike's waist hoping to make Lance jealous.
"So...Lance...I suppose you're in college?" Julia switches the topic.
"Yub. 1 more year to go! Keep my finger crossed."
"What's your major?"
"Well...business with an emphasis in marketing. I'm not sure though...really. It's kind of hard to find a job in marketing nowadays."
"Heh, Mike! That's your field, right? Maybe you can help this young man out." Julia now directs her question at Mike.
"No! Mike is in finance. He can't help Lance." I quickly interject even without being asked.
"Actually...I might switch to accounting or finance...more career opportunities...you know," Lance fires back.
"Well...He's very busy with his work," I try to make a comeback.
"Well...finance ok, but accounting...eh," Mike speaks genuinely.
"Good! You can be my tutor. We can do that in your office while Scott is at work. No back out." Lance teases.
Mike's comment is just a matter of fact, somehow, I feel embarrassed and pissed. He is supposed to go along with me. I'm his spouse. I can't stand that grin on Lance's face when he just witnessed Mike inadvertently defended him again.
"Well...maybe I should go into nursing...just kidding...can't stand the hospital smell." Julia and Mike are laughing with Lance.
Lance continues, "In all seriousness...I really admire nurses like Scott...you know...for taking care of us...it's a noble thing."
What's his fucking motive here? Why suddenly praising me--I'm thinking.
The conversation ends a few minutes later.
While at the party, Jase cannot wait to show everyone Rob.
"Oh my! He's a cutie pie. Have you guys...you know...humped?" Lance cuts to the chase.
"No! Dude...I barely know him...I guess? not even sure if he's...you know...gay," amasya escort (https://vippescort.com/ad-category/amasya-escort/) Jase blushes.
"Here's what you should do...carry with you some chewing gum at all times." Everybody is looking at Lance confused.
"Wait! Here me out now. You will never know if he's going to approach you and start chatting. That gum will save your day if you happen to...let's just say have some garlic bread after lunch. And...and...just in case if you're nervous...you know...with nothing good to say, you can always offer him a piece of your gum. He'll thank you even if he doesn't want it. A good way to break the ice, eh."
"You have a point there," Jase agrees.
"And...I'm not done...try to accidentally scratch your ass. If he's into guys, you will know. Trust me," Lance jokes. We all laugh.
Everybody is enjoying Lance's company including me--sort of. At this moment, I don't really hate him per se, but I don't like him either. I guess I just want to be vigilant about his motives.
The party is going well. Even though it is a wine party, most of us choose beer and hard liquor instead.
At one point, somebody taps on my back, "Hey...sorry...you got any more ice?"
"Sure! Follow me." We both head to the fridge.
"Shit! I'm so sorry...Can you wait for a bit? I'll ask Mike to go get some," I suggest.
Mike is no where to be found. "Hey Tom, hve you seen Mike?"
"Try the backyard patio lounge. He was with Jen there."
Jen is one of my cousins.
That's not my cousin! Sitting on the longue are Mike and Lance. I'm not sure what is going on, but right in front of my face is lance having his right back palm rested on my husband's left thigh--inches away from his crotch. Mike is rubbing his fingers on Lance's index finger trying to pinch something.
"Is everything alright?' I startle them but not enough for the hands to retreat.
"He got some splinter on his finger," Mike utters nonchalantly. "How does this feel?" Mike continues rubbing Lances finger.
"Ouch!" Lance screams using his other hand squeezing one of my husband's biceps. Did I just witness Mike flexing his bicep muscle in response to Lance's squeeze? Did I just see the injured hand inadvertently brush my husband's crotch when it jerked? I must have had a little too much alcohol.
I'm just standing there observing the couple fucking with their fingers.
"Yes?" Mike asks.
"Oh...ice....we're out of ice. I was just going to ask if you could drop by a store..."
"Later baby...busy right now," Mike causally replies without even looking at me.
"It's alright...I'll take care of it."
"Oh...before you go...get me a tweezer in the bathroom, will you?" It sounds like Mike's command as opposed to his request.
"Alright." As I start turning around, I take one last glance at the hand on my husband' thigh to see that it's still there--so close to his crotch.
Breathe and go ask someone else. Don't be a jealous prick. You're drunk. You can't drive. I talk to myself.
I'm a social drinker, but tonight I've been downing quite a bit of beer -- I guess I'm trying to suppress my nervousness and tension.
Most partygoers are starting to leave at around 8 P.M., contrary to our plan for them stay overnight. Julia and Tom are the first to go citing the need to check on their kids. I know Paul is not staying long so he has his brother come and pick him up. Jase is supposed to be sleeping over, but he bails out and leaves with Paul. By 10 P.M., most people are gone except for Rose, Lance, Mike, and me. We are still drinking and watching some late-night TV shows. I'm so inebriated that at one point I start puking in our living room creating a fucking mess. My head is exhaustingly pounding.
"It's okay uncle. Why don't you take Scott to rest? I'll clean up," Rose volunteers.
"Yeah, we'll take care of it," Lance agrees.
Mike---
"Shit, Scott!" My husband pukes on my polo shirt, and the vomit gets on my jeans as well while I'm trying to escort him to our bedroom.
"Are you alright? Let's walk slowly. Here...this way," I'm leading him to the bathroom downstairs instead, just in case if he needs to puke again. After giving Scott's face a gentle wash, I slowly direct him to our bedroom upstairs.
"Hold on honey. Here...lay down," I'm trying to make Scott feel as comfortable as possible.
"So sorry about the puke," the inebriated Scott murmurs.
"It's fine. You...okay?"
Scott says nothing.
"Just stay still. I'm here. I'll get you some warm water."
Scott has already dozed off when I return with the water. I place the glass on top of a cabinet then head to our en-suite bathroom trying to remove the stains from my clothes. The shirt is fucking smelly, so I decide to change into something more comfortable--gray sweats and a white sleeveless t-shirt. I'm staying with Scott for about 10 minutes just to make sure he is stable before returning to the living room.
"How's is Scott?" Rose asks me.
"He's asleep now."
"Wait you have ankara escort (https://vippescort.com/ad-category/ankara-escort/) something on your sweatpants," Lance utters as he extends his right hand out trying to remove it from my crotch. In doing so, he mindlessly touches the tip of my limp cock hidden in the sweats.
"Shit! I must have got that puke on when I changed the clothes."
Lance passes me some napkins before excusing himself to the kitchen to rinse his hands.
"Ok guys...I'm going to call it a night." Rose announces then makes a bee line for one of the guest rooms.
"Well...now just us two left. You...want to call it a night?" I ask Lance.
"Hmmm...isn't it a bit too early? Even my mom stays up later than that," Lance jokes. "Unless...you want to go in there and disturb your husband who's trying to rest and recover?"
Having to know Lance for a short period of time, I've come to realize that he's very witty, which I adore and respect.
"You've got a point. Yeah, let's just watch some TV and chilled. Go get a few Coronas and some lime, will you?"
"Yes, Sir!" Lance hurries to the kitchen as I walk back to the living room. My cock twitches very slightly upon hearing the word "sir."
I take the longest piece of the couch while Lance is sitting on one of the 2 smaller pieces adjacent to me. We resume drinking and watching some boring TV shows. We waste away for what seems to be almost 2 hours, then we switch to a flick when there's nothing else on but informercials.
It's about 2 A.M now, and I'm starting to doze off partly due to the alcohol. I feel a hand touching my shoulder.
"Mike...Mike," Lance is trying to wake me up. "You want to turn in?"
"Let's finish the movie. Can you get me another beer?" I say to Lance.
Lance comes back with 2 beers and place them on the coffee table. Instead of returning to his original seat, he is now resting right next to me.
We continue watching the flick in silence.
10 minutes later, my arms are starting to experience poor blood circulation, so I give them a good stretch then lay them flat on the upper frame of the couch. What happens next startles me--Lance scoops closer toward me and rest his head on my left shoulder!
"What are you doing?" I ask.
He just stares at me for a few seconds and whispers, "Is it ok?"
"No," I'm mumbling but not pushing him away, nevertheless. I stay quiet, so Lance takes that as my approval. We continue sitting in that position for a bit longer.
The movie switches to a kissing scene.
Out of nowhere, Lance breaks the silence and whispers, "Those two are so romantic."
I say nothing so Lance continues, "I like the smell of your hairy pits."
This is getting weird, but I keep quiet. We continue watching the movie in silence.
About 5 minutes later, I sense a hand resting on my left thigh. Instinctively, I gaze down at Lance, whose head is still on my shoulder with his eyes focusing on the flick. His hand is starting to give my thigh a very subtle pinch. That eventually turns into a light rub. With my drunken state and a lack of sex recently, I say nothing but just stare at the TV mindlessly. Lance seemingly infers my quietness as my acceptance again; thus, he boldly persists squeezing my thigh with more pressure this time. In no time, he is slowly moving the hand further toward my crotch. Before I know it, his entire hand is now resting on my soft, warm groin.
"I'm married," I remind him hoping to quell this forbidden sexual maneuver of his.
No word is coming out of Lance's mouth as he is gently squeezing my groin.
"I love Scott, and...and...he's upstairs."
Again, Lance stays quiet.
"I can't do this..." I try again.
Lance just ignores my gibberish and proceeds rubbing up and down on the confined outline of my growing penis.
"AWWW..." I close my eyes and moan. "Don't do this."
Lance manipulates my shaft until it gets rigid, then he moves down to my balls gently fondling them. His caress emits this ASMR that I wish would prolong forever. The groping is so sensual--soft, slow yet firm--probably better than Scott. I'm so hard and leaking precum as evidenced by a wet stain on my sweatpants. Without asking, Lance reaches inside the sweats and slowly strokes my dick up and down creating a friction that causes another involuntary moan from me.
"Take my cock out," I can't no longer think straight.
Lance is happy to comply and soon positions himself comfortably on the floor against my hairy legs. Slowly he pulls down my sweatpants enough to expose the solid hairy shaft and those two large saggy balls.
"It's hard and huge," he drools.
The sound of his soft voice causes my eyes to open momentarily only to witness that Lance has already pulled down his pants to his ankles revealing a nice thick cock. It really bewilders me that certain skinny guys do have big dicks. I'm bigger than Lance, but he seems to rival me in the dick thickness department, and his penis is cut with a large dark purple cockhead. Unlike Scott, Lance does antalya escort (https://vippescort.com/ad-category/antalya-escort/) have a nicely trimmed bush of pubes.
Lance---
I can't believe this is actually happening--a handsome, married hunk is drunkenly sitting here at my disposal while his husband is in the other room helpless. Mike is hard to break, but that only intensifies my determination to get in his pants.
Soon he is lost in his sexual ecstasy. I start stroking him fiercely until he is about to cum then I slow down. I occasionally stop completely just so that he can relish the sensation of his throbbing dick caused by my masturbation mastery. I can see his cockhead start leaking some precum on the slit. Without hesitation, I delicately descend my face to his cock deeply inhaling the manly aroma of his essence. Sticking my tongue out, I leisurely sample the sweet musky juice.
"Awwwww..." Mike moans.
"You like that?" I continue seductively rubbing his cock and balls and gingerly blowing some air into his cockhead just before I devour his whole cock, cramming the last inch down my throat.
"Awwwww..." Another louder moan escapes from Mike.
At this moment, I'm the center of Mike's universe. Nothing is relevant except for my seductive mouth greedily sucking on his knob. When I sense his imminent orgasm, I quickly and completely pull down my pants, turn around, and sit on his lap. Mike is so aroused that he starts ejaculating the moment his dick head lightly penetrates my asshole.
"Awwwww..." We both moans in unison.
I can feel his baby-making sperms splashing all over my pussy wall. Unable to sustain, I quickly get up and start jerking furiously. In no time, I burst cum all over his still-pulsing cock with some landed on his upper lip. Mike instinctively sticks his tongue out licking the cum clean while his eyes are closed.
Fuck! Mike is still hard. Seeing his erect cock drenched with both of our fluids, I scoot down and start jerking his cock, marinating his meat with our essence creating this wet sticky sound. It doesn't take Mike long to reach another volcanic orgasm. Just then, Mike opens his eyes staring at me attentively witnessing my cleaning our semen off my fingers. Oh boy! We are in heaven.
Mike---
I usually cum a lot, but not this much and this thick. Seeing Lance licking his cum-filled fingers while staring at me prevents my dick from going soft even after 2 orgasms. I'm so horny that I might be able to go for another round, but guilt starts to kick in destroying the mood.
"I'm going to turn in. Good night." I head to my bedroom feeling like shit for what I just did. As I lay next to Scott, the remorse starts to manifest in my head. "Why did you do it? You could have just fucking jerked off and be done. You let someone else jerk you and suck you. The tip of your cockhead penetrated his ass! You tasted his cum. What if Scott caught you? You need to come clean." I don't know how long this self-talk lasts, but the next thing I know is hearing Scott say, "Wake up sleepyhead. It's 10 A.M."
Scott---
Fuck, I must have been so wasted last night. This headache! Thank God Mike was there to take care of me. Heading to the kitchen I make myself a ginger tea. Mom says this will cure a hangover. Lance is sleeping in the sofa in the living room as I pass by him to the kitchen. Soon he is awakened by my task.
"Morning!" Lance surprises me.
"Hey, Morning! How was your sleep?"
"Good! Ouch," Lance makes a weird pain sound while reaching his left hand to feel his ass.
Did something happen last night? Why did he just scratch his ass? Did Mike fuck him in our own home while I passed out? Calm! You have no proof. But, no wonder the living room is redolent of cum smell!
Lance continues, "And how about you? You were pretty wasted last night...you know."
"Yeah...it must have been food poisoning combined with alcohol. I'm better now," I reply.
"Good! I'm going to head out. You mind if I use the restroom really quick?"
"Sure," I say.
While standing in the kitchen, I keep thinking, "Did they fuck? Mike will never do such a thing to hurt me. And, that whore is conniving. Don't get hard! Calm."
I just have to take a sneak peek at the trash bin to see if there is a condom wrapper. Nothing. Then I check the dirty clothes in our laundry basket. There's a mix of puke and semen smells. It's not unusual to smell cum in there as it could be from either one of us. I feel a bit relieved.
A little bit later, Rose takes off as well.
I make an extra cup of tea for Mike just in case if he needs it.
"Wake up sleepyhead. It's 10 A.M." I want our day to be productive.
"Hey...How are you feeling?" Mike asks.
"Like shit," I reply. "But better now. Here...drink this. I'll make you breakfast."
"No breakfast just yet."
"Ok but get out of bed!" I'm aware of my demanding tone, and I know Mike is trying to put up with me.
Mike enters the kitchen while I'm surfing the net watching some hot guys going live on a website I frequent. It's not an affair or that sort of thing; it's just my kink of spying on hot guys. I seldom chat with them; I'm just a spectator. Mike doesn't know about it, but I suspect that he does the same thing too privately. Mike startles me, but I close the browser before his suspicion.