I could tell be their body language that my wife and Paul were quite comfortable in each other's company, and that the drink was making my wife more f...irtageous. Half way through the evening, my wife said to me what a 'nice boy' Paul was, and how she enjoyed taliking to him. I asked Karen if she was flirting with him, and she replied 'only a little'. Karen whispered in my ear that Paul had asked her whether she was wearing stockings, to which discreetly she placed his hand to feel her suspender. Normally it wouldn’t have been a week since we saw each other, but, even though we were drunk, there had been some ‘cross contamination’ as we fucked the shit out of Linda. At some point, as I sixty-nined with Linda, Kevin decided to start fucking her. She was on top so he mounted her doggy style. In this position, I was only inches away from his cock and on occasion, as he pumped in and out my tongue would come in contact with his cock. Thanks to excessive drink, my mind was hazy and I didn’t. ..I'm not going through all that torment again."She leaned forward and kissed me and said, "You won't have to, darling; I'm trying to tell you I'm ready now." You mean..." If you still want me, but then, I can feel you do, and I haven't come here just to talk, I want you; that's what I've come for."She kissed me again. Her lips were like fire on mine, hot and yet moist. We clung together, our mouths open, tongues battling for entry. Abruptly she broke from our kiss and stood up."Stand up," she. I ended up masturbating again, breathing in the sweat yet musty aroma from her string panties. I had cum over my stomach and hand and just fallen asleep. Her panties we’re still wrapped around my fingers now as she was lying next to me. “I would have probably tried to watch!” she replied shyly.“Hmmmm” I pulled my panty clad hand up and dropping them on the floor and began to run my hand over her leg. I could feel the silky material of tights and I pulled back the covers from her so she was.