The Seven Deadly Sins: Sloth - Sex Stories

The Seven Deadly Sins: Sloth

... were to women, they were definitely the more social half of the human race. He spent the next morning arranging for all his friends to attend an afternoon barbecue at his house. He had to pay a premium for short-notice caterers, but it was done. Jane perked up a little at the news. She'd met a couple of Peter's friends, but her upbeat mood didn't last for long. Attempts to get the kids interested failed as they all had plans for the day already.

They drove to the mansion and while Peter checked all the arrangements, Jane eagerly explored the vast house again. She sat on the huge, overstuffed leather lounge suite in the vast, opulent entertainment room, with the almost cinema screen-sized TV and sighed in contentment. Pulling her handbag toward herself, she extracted from her wallet the two cards Peter had given her that morning, a platinum credit card and a debit card to his main household account. Dreams of what these represented almost made her forget the trail of bodies behind her. Almost.

Peter's friends and their wives began arriving. Jane was a little self-conscious, partly because most of the wives spoke with a much classier accent than she did, and partly because, while the dress she was wearing was more expensive than she'd ever bought before, it paled next to most of the others. Peter introduced her as the love of his life, and the other women seemed excited to welcome her into the circle. Just about all of them asked for her number and promised to invite ...

... her to this or that, while ignoring the fact their husbands were trying to look down her cleavage. She politely bent the truth when questioning became personal.

The caterers did a mighty job, and the food was first class. The champagne and wine flowed in rivers. As usual at parties, once everyone was there, they segregated into the sexes. Jane was mildly bored with the inanity of the conversations in the women's group. How she longed for the deep and meaningful conversations she used to have with Sarah. They'd share a bottle of wine and put the world to rights. That caused her smile to fade. Sarah was going to be hard to replace.

Jane subtly eavesdropped on the men's conversation, but it was no more interesting. Perhaps even less as it was all business. By three hours in, she'd identified three or four of the women she might try to pursue a friendship with.

Peter, still feeling off-balance by his niggling doubts and troubled by his conscience, drank more than he usually did. He reached that magic point where his befuddled mind thought he would have even more fun drinking further still. He was loudly holding court among his friends, too far away for Jane to hear what he was saying. She became aware of several members of his audience turning to look at her. Some of the wives noticed this as well and drifted toward him, curious to discover what he was saying.

As soon as was polite, Jane wandered over as well. She was just in time to hear, "I tell you, the loser didn't ...