She said she was going to take a shower. She excused herself and as she left the living room she bumped into the coffee table. It was hard for me to t...ll if she was a little tipsy or just bumped into the table since she somewhat fits the definition of clumsy. My friend and I chuckled at the bump and continued to sip on our drinks as my wife walked towards the bathroom. Suddenly, as if I were surprised, I looked crossed the room and wondered if my friend heard the shower water running like I. I began to moan with pleasure and heard her softly start as well as our kissing became more sincere and passionate. “You kiss so divinely” she said as we broke and I knew she was as turned on as I was. “Your so fuckin’ good” I replied as I again reached down and finding her cock still hard, I again began to caress and stroke it. “You want that fuckin’ cock whore?’ she asked. “Fuck yes” I answered, “I want that fuckin’ cock in my fuckin’ mouth” I finished. Pulling me a bit over, she grabbed. His little erection was pressing against his trousers and although he was quite small it would still show as a little tent if he stood up. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat to try and hide it in case anyone walking past noticed. As he was doing this he couldn't help but notice one of the boys behaving strangely. Most of the dares, certainly the ones John had noticed, had been carried out by the girls but this looked suspiciously like one of the boys was about to get involved in the game.It. The purple curtains blocking his view into her room swayed, teasing him. Had he really seen her? He doubted it. He figured his own fantasies had played tricks with his mind. The next night… Ricky paced through his house, restless. He’d decided against going out this evening for fear of running into Christine again. She’d been a good fuck, but that had nothing to do with her and more to do with Ricky’s imagination. He had a feeling she’d be out tonight, probably hoping for round two. He knew.