Try and shrug it off.

Wait...what the hell am I thinking? What am I doing? I'm getting wound up of just some stupid little smelly piece of paper with some words and a flower on it. God I felt like an idiot for that. Even though there was no one else around, the embarassment of having allowed myself to act like that just made me want to forget all about it. Sure it was a present from the guys, but there were ways to get around that. It's not like they'd know if I didn't do anything with it...at least as far as I knew. I just shoved the card back into my wallet and tossd it onto the coffee table with the remote controls, empty beer cans and plates of half-eaten nachos leftover from the football game. That was it for me. No more for me.

I got up and gave myself a stretch, cursing silently at the glob of cheese dropped on my shirt from the nachos and the euphoria of the touchdown. It was my favorite shirt too, and that damned cheese was always hard to get out completely. So, taking off the dirty shirt I walked out into the kitchen and dropped it in the sink. With a quick look at the microwave clock (noting it was 9:30pm) I went into the laundry room to get something to get that cheese out with. My fiancee was such a clean freak and had managed to fill the laundry room cupboard with so many different bits and pieces that I had no clue what was what. Mind you, i never did the laundry myself anyhow and didn't even know how to operate the washer or dryer. So i just grabbed a the yellow box with the sunshine and smiling kid on it and returned to the kitchen.

This was the first night I sort of had to myself in quite a long time. With all the chaos of planning and approaching the wedding, I'd had minimal "alone time" at best. And just my luck I'd made the mistake of wearing those shiny boxers...damn...so smooth...each step down the hall was torturous, but i had to resist, so i gritted my teeth and soldiered on down the hall.

After scrubbing and fussing for about half an hour and just letting the blasted thing sit, I managed to get most of the cheese stain out of my shirt. I'd just leave the rest to be washed out next time my fiancee would do the laundry. At least this way she wouldn't have to see me as a slob.

Anywhom, I'd finished the shirt and it was then 10:00. Not bad. Still a bit of time before i'd have to hit the bed. So I just ambled out back to the front room and plunked myself down on the couch, stretching out and scavenging the table for nacho scraps that had the most toppings still left on them. Fishing the remote out from under the mess, I flicked idly through the channels, noticing every once in a while that restlessness in my pants just wasn't going away. It was pretty torturous but i just wasn't in the mood for solving that problem at the moment. Dishpan hands weren't the most pleasant feelign of things to use. Eventually, I'd found an interesting enough show to watch and put the remote down so i could just lay back and relax.

I must have drifted off some, because the next time i look up at the screen it's 11:00 and some girl with large breasts and pigtails is getting fucked out of her mind by a guy (I'm proud to note that he was somewhat smaller than I am), and another girl with a monster red strap-on. It was in some foreign language (that was most likely Italian, judging by the sound of it), so i had no idea what was going on in the scene besides a whole lot of outrageous sex. "Holy shit...." was all i could utter as I rubbed my eyes and sat up to face the tv. After hearing the pigtailed girl scream her throat hoarse and the guy spray everywhere as both the girls got down to clean him off, I gave my head a shake and did another scavenging mission for more nacho scraps and a not empty can of beer. After amassing a small pile of nachos and finding a half-finished can of beer, I looked back up at the screen to see something that made my eyes nearly pop out of my head....As the chick with the strap-on was in the process of taking the guy in the ass and tugging him off, the pigtailed girl was propped up on her back eagerly and hungrily lapping up the chick's pink and gleaming pussy.

Oh my god...........

That was something I'd never seen before, never could have imagined, and wasn't entirely sure what to think about it. Runnign my hands over my face and through my hair to try and recollect my thoughts (while still eyeing the screen intensly) it was obvious that my face was red and burning hot. In the midst of lustful grunting and moaning I took my eyes of the screen and looked down at the crotch of my pants which was now a ridiculously obvious full-n bulge. It was rather uncomfortable being penned up in jeans at that point so I took them off so that i was just lounging around in my boxers.

I was really going through a huge build-up like i'd never even imagined before. It was unbeleivable...added to that I didn't even think i'd get a reaction from watching something like that. Then after a breif dazed moment, the strap-on chick had taken off her device, however leaving it where it was, then the pigtailed girl helped her tie the guy's hands behind his back and blindfold him. The guy was now bound and croushed on his knees in a very very embarassing position and condition. As the two girls proceeded to welt his skin with smack after smack of a rather nasty-looking black leather crop, I noticed a bit of a draft against my skin and realized that I had gotten out of my boxers at some point through this.....not only that, but the boxers were being put to some use as I watched the two beautiful girls completely **** and dominate the helpless guy. When the girl who had priorly being wearing the strap-on pulled it out of the guy's hind end, I wasn't sure if that yelp was comming from him or from me. At the exact same time our faces scrunched up and our twitching bodies exploded in a knee-shaking orgasm, splatting the floor with cum.....it was like I was that person on the screen. Holy shit that was one of the most unexpected and amazing feelings i've ever experienced.

Wiping off my mess from the table and the floor, I felt so incredibly worn out. With a click of the remote control the man's **** at the hands of the two beautiful women was over and my sleep could now begin. Curling up in a blanket with a pillow on the couch I slept right there.

----in the morning-------

RING RING!!!!

"Uhhhh.....what?"

RING RING!!!!

"Hold on, for god's sake! I'll get it..."

RING RING!!!

It was twelve thirty and I'd just woken up...woken up from hearing the annoying and persisting ring of the telephone on the side table inches away from my head. There was no call display so I stared at the phone for a moment as it CONTINUED to ring, trying to figure out who the hell it could be.....