The night it happened

Now, fast forward to Eric's 30th birthday party at their house. The whole softball team and their significant others were invited as well as other friends and family, with the invitation saying the festivities would "start around 3:00 and go until whenever". Stacy couldn't make it that day and stayed home with the kids, but was fine with me going and having fun with my friends so I found myself heading into the backyard with a thirty of PBR (don't ask me why, but that's Eric's beer of choice) and no one to keep an eye on me.

Now Eric has a beautiful backyard with an in-ground pool, sprawling deck with outdoor kitchen, and plenty of yard left to set up games to keep people entertained. It was the perfect, blue-sky, warm, summer day and the party was already going strong when I arrived. I found the beer cooler and grabbed a cold one for myself before finding Eric to wish him a happy birthday, and after I cracked open my beverage and took my first sip I could see the beverages were going to go down easy that day. Aware that things could get out of control quickly if I wasn't careful, I made sure to take breaks from drinking by eating, swapping in waters from time to time, cooling off on their pool, and playing a variety of yard games which kept me from getting completely wasted too soon. Despite those efforts, however, as the day turned to night and the family members started saying their goodbyes, leaving primarily those friends without children in tow, it soon became evident that the partying was going to be taken up a notch.

We were gathered around the fire pit when someone suggested we start playing drinking games to keep the party going, and Eric, already quite tipsy, was all for it. "Let's play flip cup!" he shouted, and made his way towards one of the folding tables that had been used for dinner and started clearing off the trash that had been left behind. I helped by folding up the chairs to get them out of the way and someone soon appeared with a stack of the red solo cups needed to play. We divided into teams of six, and with enough people remaining to make 4 teams, it was decided that we would set up a tournament format to declare a winning team.

Amanda was on my team, along with Amanda's cousin, her cousin's boyfriend, and a friend of Eric's from work with his wife. The women came up with a plan to use their bodies by leaning over the table to show off their cleavage to try and distract the other team and, checking out Amanda, I thought that was a plan that might work. She was wearing a tight, floral sundress that already barely contained her ample cleavage and had the skirt riding up enough to show off a good portion of her toned thighs. Her cousin wasn't bad either, but the work-friend's wife was only halfway decent. Unfortunately, we were going up against Eric's team and he was more that used to his wife's ways and our team got smoked. It was so bad, that with me being the anchor for our team, I didn't even get a chance to drink my beer that first round.

We ended up playing three rounds of the tournament, with my team being eliminated in the first round each time, but Eric's team just kept winning. The scent of booze got stronger and the laughter got louder with each round until the rest of the teams conceded that Eric's was the tournament champion. They cheered like they'd just won the Superbowl then started changing "Shots! Shots! Shots!" and someone broke out a bottle of tequila and a plate of lime slices.

After downing a couple of shots to keep up with the rest of the partygoers, I began to feel the effects of the **** really kick in. My vision blurred a bit and the world started spinning ever so slightly, and that's when it hit me: I was in no shape to drive home and I admitted this to Eric. He just laughed and patted me on the back, telling me that I could crash on the couch before he tossed back another shot.

With that decided, I gave Stacy a call to let her know that I would be staying at Eric's place for the night, telling her I wasn't safe to drive home. She was half asleep, so she didn't ask much and just told me I should probably switch over to just water, reminded me I needed to be home for her to get to her workout class at ten, and told me not to do anything stupid before saying she loved me and saying goodnight.

As the party wore on, Eric kept drinking and started getting a bit sloppier, while the rest of the partygoers started to call it a night and say their goodbyes. Amanda stayed right by Eric's side, though, obviously feeling a little frisky, leaning into him, pressing her tits into his arm, squeezing his ass, and occasionally whispering something in his ear that would make him laugh out loud. Knowing I still wasn't in any shape to drive home and wouldn't be going anywhere, but wanting to at least be helpful, I started cleaning up around the yard so there wouldn't be as big a mess waiting for them in the morning while watching them both with a growing sense of arousal that I couldn't ignore. It was obvious that Eric was going to get lucky tonight and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't envious. The **** in my veins was making me horny, and I had a feeling that my only source of release tonight was going to be my hand.

The last of the guests left a little after one o'clock in the morning, and that's when Amanda told Eric it was time to call it a night too. Luckily for Eric, I still had some of my senses to me because I had to stop him from falling over when his legs almost collapsed under him as he attempted to rise from his chair and figured he could use some help getting into the house. I had to do a lot more work than I thought I would with his arm slung over my shoulders because his legs didn't get any steadier beneath him as we made our way down the hallway to his bedroom. Amanda giggled at the spectacle and stumbled inside behind us, and though she didn't seem to realize it yet, I could tell Eric wasn't going to last much longer. After those last few people left, it was like a switch went off and I could see his eyes were glazed over and crossed, his words were slurred and barely made sense, and as we got to his bedroom door, I was practically dragging him along.

I managed to pull Eric over to their bed where he collapsed onto it, his body flopping down like a rag doll, and turned to leave the room to let Amanda take over caring for her plastered husband. Before I even had a chance to exit and close the door, she was already straddling him and starting to kiss his neck as she unbuckled his belt, asking him if he was ready for his birthday present and I wondered if Eric actually was ready or if he was going to be able to perform with the state he was in. I gave them some privacy, closing their door behind me, and made my way to the bathroom to relieve myself and start getting ready for bed.

After finishing getting washed up, I went out to the TV room to inspect my bed for the night. Fortunately they have an oversized couch that would give me plenty of room to spread out on and I began stripping down to my boxers and a t-shirt to get comfortable. I could hear the occasional muffled giggle coming from Eric and Amanda's room, but I seemed to be far enough away from their room to be spared the worst of their sexual noises and I figured I should be able to get a decent night's sleep.