Tag: Friends 5

"Jon definitely did her ass," Sam announced as he returned carrying his clothes. His cock, buried in a nest of dark hair, also hung limply and glistened in the lamplight.



Petra moved to her husband and examined him closely. "You're still coated in cum, aren't you? Here, let me clean you off before you sit down."



Petra knelt, took Sam's cock into her mouth, and very deliberately sucked him until she was convinced that her husband's member was spic and span. By the time she finished, Sam was semi-erect and seemed well satisfied.



"Did you leave something for me?" she asked Sam.



"Go find Jessica and see for yourself," he responded.



Petra clapped her hands and grinned. She rose and hesitated for only a moment before deciding to shed her clothes there in front of us. Her small, firm breasts sported erect nipples and her form seemed to curve forward, accenting her...

There were more than a few suggestive comments when we returned to the den. Things like, "Boy, that was quick!" and "Wish I was a fly on the bedroom wall," and other teases. I noticed that Kris was now sitting on the soft, sandwiched between Jon and Sam. Naturally, Jon had his right arm around Kris and he was toying with the collar of her blouse. Kris' hands were in her lap, pressing her dress down between her legs.



"Looks like you acquired a couple of admirers while I was away," I chuckled as I surveyed the sofa scene.



Kris looked a bit peeved and I figured that she was upset with me being with Petra. I was wrong!



"The guys kept trying to look up my dress," Kris fussed. "I had to sit this way to keep them at bay."



I turned to Jon. "Did you get a shot of my wife's pretty blue panties?"



Jon grinned. "I just got a brief peek before she notice...

Later that day, I was out in the backyard clearing some brush from under the trees and I noticed Jon standing on his back porch. He was drinking a beer and watching me. I paused and waved him over. He went inside briefly and sauntered over with two beers in his hands.



"Hi neighbor," he began, "I brought you a beer, sort of as a peace offering."



I took the beer and clicked bottles with him. "Thanks, I can use a cold one right about now."



We stood in silence for a long moment before he spoke again. "I guess you caught me pretty good last night. I'm sorry for losing my cool and getting fresh with Kris. Tina really gave me a hard time about it. I guess you both saw me messing around, huh?"



"We saw enough, Jon," I agreed. "Shit like that happens sometimes when people have had too much to drink. If I was going to go ballistic, I would have done so last night, so don't wo...

The next morning, Kris woke up with a splitting headache. I got up but she just rolled over and groaned.



"What happened last night?" she mumbled. "I feel like I was hit by a train."



I looked down at her nude body and felt sorry for her. I wasn't feeling all that great myself, but I wanted coffee and something solid to eat.



"You partied a little too hard, I think. Time is on your side, you know. Take it easy and maybe you'll feel better by noon."



"How did I get home," Kris asked before I could retreat.



I looked into her bleary eyes and smiled. "Tina and I half-carried you home and then we put you to bed."



"I should have left when you did," she admitted. "After you were gone, Jon started getting crazy and he wouldn't let me leave until I had another drink."



Not wanting to get into the details of what had...

We were in another world when we were transferred from West Coast to Texas. Before, we only knew a couple of our neighbors and seldom saw them socially. At the time, we were in our early twenties. Our Texas neighbors were party animals and we were quickly assimilated into the group. We met the nearest neighbors during the first few days, found that they all drank a lot more heavily, and enjoyed partying very late.



Soon, we were invited to join the neighborhood gourmet club. The first club dinner was two doors away and started with a lengthy bout of appetizers and drinks. Later, we had a fine dinner with copious quantities of wine, then after dinner drinks. We staggered home very drunk.



My wife heard the other wives discussing what they called the 'hangover hots.' It seems that several of the couples (more used to a lot of booze) enjoyed heavy sex sessions, after either the gourmet dinners, or early the next morning. Jon, one of our next-door neighb...