Pizza, Anyone?

Since he was already out on the patio putting the two wine bottles on ice, Matt figured they may as well get started on the pizza before it got cold.

"Who wants pizza?" he asked, turning to face the women sitting inside. He could see that two of them had their eyes locked on his protruding cock, now so proudly on display. The third woman, his wife, was staring at Grant's pecker. Everyone called out his/her order and Matt shuffled through the boxes, trying to find the only cheese ones, the pepperonis, and the supremes.

Grant figured his friend could probably use a hand, so he arose from the couch to join him. His movement caused Sharon to glance in his direction, and like radar acquiring a 'lock', her eyes zoomed in on Grant's erection. She had to admit to herself that he had a nice cock, but then, so did Matthew. It would be hard (no pun intended) for her to choose which she thought was nicer.

"What's everyone drinking?" he called back as he padded barefooted onto the patio. He could almost physically feel his buns burning as Holly's and Sharon's eyes concentrated on his ass. He suspected that his own wife would be feasting her eye's on Matt's erect penis.

The women all wanted beers, but the two men settled for soft drinks. Originally, Matt figured the guys would be belting back the sauce this evening, but the way things were going, they both wanted to keep their wits about them. They could get juiced at Gallahan's in the city at anytime. But a situation like this does not come along every day.

Going back inside, Matt first stood in front of Irene and held out the styrofoam plate with the slice of supreme to her. But rather than clasping the edge of the plate closest to her, she curled her arm around to grab it from the far side. As she did so, the back of her hand brushed against the head of his cock.

An accident? Matt hoped not.

When he offered the plate that he had prepared for his wife, she reached up and gave his erection a quick squeeze. Then she moved her arm around the way Irene had, swiping the back of her hand deliberately across the head. With a sugar-wouldn't-melt-in-her-mouth smile, she said, "Thank you, darling."

For the first time that evening he was embarrassed. Not because he was naked in front of three women, only one of whom was his wife, he was enjoying that part. But because he had been 'caught'. Not that he had done anything. It wasn't his fault that Irene had 'copped' a fleeting feel.

When Matt had gone out onto the patio, Sharon had entered the sitting area of the living room and had unknowingly taken his seat. Holly was on the other end and Grant in the middle. As he looked around for a place to sit, Irene patted the arm of her easy chair. "You can sit up here with me, Matt."

He darted a glance at Holly, but his wife merely gave an almost imperceptible nod. As she lifted her slice of pizza to her mouth, she smiled. The back of her hand had a small, shiny spot in the center. Evidently that little clasp had **** out a droplet of pre-cum. Irene also noticed that the tip of Matt's cock was moist.

At that point, Dylan hesitantly made his entrance from the guest bedroom. The first thing he did was to quickly scan the crotches of his two friends and was relieved to see that they were hard. Dylan was sporting a three-quarter erection, and he did not want to be the only pervert in the room.

After he had fetched a couple of slices of pizza and a can of beer from the patio, he returned inside and was about to sit in the matching armchair across from his wife and best friend when Holly patted the arm of the couch.

"Come sit over here with me," she offered. Slowly turning her head in the direction of Irene and Matt, her twinkling eyes made contact with both of them.

Of course, there was more space out on the patio, but limited seating in the living room was forcing the three naked men with their erections to have to sit up close to the three scantily clad women. It was just coincidence (wink, wink) that no wife was sitting next to her own husband.