Its Party Time - Sex Stories

Its Party Time

... and the other was fiddling in her jeans which were un-done. I couldn’t help but watch. A few minutes later the man pulled his glistening fingers from his wife’s panties and they went upstairs. The guys got another round including another beer for me and soon we were all engrossed in a movie. I sat on the sectional closer to the guys and the fire. I was soon nodding off again, but my skirt kept bunching at my waist from where I was sitting. Seeing that the guys were involved I unzipped it for comfort. It zips down the side. So doing so exposed the side strap to my high cut thong panties. I then curled my legs up again and was soon sleeping. As I slept I must have lain back or squirmed or something. I stirred a little and found that I had managed to get my skirt bunched around my waist. My condition wasn’t missed by the two guys who were looking at the sheer blue material covering my pussy. The panties were see-thru from my clit up, so they could see the full, but narrow swath of my landing strip. I was very horny, and still a little sleepy so I just sat up and left the skirt. I reached for my beer and asked if I missed anything. For the next ten minutes or so I lounged comfortably, my skirt now very loose floated at about my waist my bare buttocks on the couch. With me awake the guys weren’t looking as much. So I sized them up. One was named Brandon, the other Jimmy, I don’t remember who was who. One was blond and boyish with a slim tall boy, the other had short black hair ...

... and was a bit rugged looking. My husband wandered down and immediately noticed my state of dress. Having been already caught I made no attempt to draw attention to it in any way. “Hey Rhon.” My husband said. “I’m beat and pretty drunk how bout we walk home now?” He said not mentioning my exposed panties. I thought long and hard about my answer and then answered with total honesty. “I’m too cozy and comfy to move down here, I’ll meet you home in an hour or so, maybe after this movie.” I said referring to the late movie which had just started. “That doesn’t end until one its only eleven fifteen.” Darren said, this time looking right at my crotch. “Alright then I’ll be home around one-thirty, if I make it, I may crash right here.” I said patting the cushion. The host had told us earlier that if we got tired to stake out a quiet corner. “Babe I think we’re both trashed. I woke up in a lawn chair about twenty minutes ago, why don’t we call it a night.” Darren seemed a little miffed, with good reason I suppose. “Darren I don’t have it in me to walk home right now, I’m beat and into the movie, the beer, and the campfire.” I reached under my shirt from the back and unhooked my bra. “I just want to get comfortable and wake up in the morning.” I snaked the bra through my sleeves, the act of doing so caused me to lean forward, which meant I put my legs down and spread them slightly for balance. As my bra came off I melted into total comfort. I set one foot on the sofa in front of me, ...