My husband was in a nice dark blue suit, and I in a long black cocktail dress. There he was again. Almond shaped eyes, smooth black skin, wide shoulde...s; he nodded and smiled this huge white smile when we passed the blackjack table he was seated at. My husband chose that night to drink too much. He was losing at five-card stud and the waitresses kept bringing him free cocktails to keep him at the table. He was slurring his words and getting a bit loud. I took a wifely hand in things and steered. I had just..."Abbi was quick to correct him, "Derek, we were never in any bed together. You were very drunk and I made you leave. You never got into the house." No, I am sure that..." DEREK! You were not in my house last night. I do NOT sleep or have sex with drunks. You must have imagined it in your drunkenness."Derek's father entered the door and spoke in anger, "Then you must still be a virgin. Will you submit to an examination?"Abbi looked at her mom, this was a question they were prepared. Dave told me he was a little freaked out upon passing through my cervix. I explained. He was "Like wow" and I told him "You take control".Dave just picked me up while staying deep, turned, laid me on the bed and he stood on the floor. With our mismatched stature there was no kissing and I missed that very much. The dialog turned into pure soap opera."Just fuck me husband, make my honeymoon baby" (I did want one of them once)And he started to withdraw slowly a little and then plow back in. I bet I can cum faster than any of you," challenged Jerry.So, the five of us soon have our pants down around our ankles and our briefs pulled down and are busily stoking ourselves as we watch the man now down between the woman's legs eating her out."He's eating her good, look at her jumping all around. She's holding his head down on her pussy. Wow." What are you guys doing?"My sister. My sixteen-year old sister, Erin. Shit. Damn. She's standing there in the doorway pointing at us and laughing.