Excitedly

She eagerly leapt to her feet and I rose to mine to meet her. She swung her arms around my neck and drunkenly squealed, "Ricky, you came! I can't believe how sexy you look." She reached down into my shorts and grabbed a hold of the underwear on each side and pulled it up. "Let's see what color you're wearing." She looked down. "White! How saintly of you." Even drunk, Kayla hadn't lost her wit.

I dramatically acted embarrassed while the others left, then I kissed Kayla, just a quick peck on the lips, to let her know there were no hard feelings.

When I sat back down, Kayla let a couple of her fingertips trail their way down my chest through the open v unbuttoned and smiled widely. I realized she was bent at the waist and pointing her ass directly at Mat when I saw his intent stare behind her. "Have you met everybody?"

I repeated their names back to her with small comments like, "the sexy" and "that cutie," until I got to Mat and said, "I don't believe I've had the pleasure, hot stuff." I wondered if I was pouring it on thick, but I didn't want to be a half-way "Ricky."

Mat and I shook hands, and I kept my wrist limp in his firm grip while we introduced ourselves. "Well I hope I'll be seeing more of you," I said cryptically.

Just then, the shots arrived, and their predecessors were kicking in making my knees swim and my head fog up. Nora and Mitch excused themselves as having to be home early, and the two extra shots went to Kayla and "Ricky," everyone's new friends. Another down the hatch for both myself and my wife, who had returned her tush to Mat's lap. I kept up the charade and got to know a little about Feely, whose eyes always sparkled with mischief, Glenn, who claimed himself as "dominant in the bedroom," and very little about Chris, who was becoming incoherently drunk. Kayla and Mat whispered in close conference most of the time and contributed very little to the conversation. She seemed to be slowly rocking in his lap, and her skirt was creeping pretty high up her uncrossed legs. I wondered if she was wearing panties. Not only had I been getting quite drunk, but by this time my bladder was near to bursting. I excused myself to the bathroom, leaving Kayla and Mat unmonitored but hopeful that my wife was still only 'in character' and hadn't lost herself in drunkenness and lust.

As I was leaving the bathroom, Chris was drunkenly stumbling in. He accidentally placed his hand on my bunched-up package to keep balance and I oddly started to feel an erection start to form as I approached the table. I knew there would be no hiding it through the girly shorts and women's thong, so I didn't try to. I walked with a proudly growing tent back to the table where I found Feely standing and Glenn patting the seat next to his and rattling a fresh cocktail from side to side with his other hand. He draped his arm over the back of the seat above my shoulder as I sidled in beside him. I instinctively set my hand on his knee and he placed his over mine. "Ricky, tell me little more about yourself. I'm particularly interested in your bedroom habits."

"I'm surprised Kayla hasn't already given you a play-by-play by now." I pursed my lips while I awaited his response.

Kayla was too enthralled in deep conversation with Mat to comment or even to notice that I've called her out by name. Matt's hand has crawled up Kayla's side and grips her ribcage just below the tit. She cranes her neck back in a way that I assume is uncomfortable to both face him and sit with her ass wrapped around his cock. With rhythmic pulses, she tenses her body against his. I watch as Mat gives her a gentle kiss. At first she doesn't resist, and he slips her a few lashes of his tongue before pulling away. I hesitate just a moment too long in my conversation with Glenn, who was saying,

"Oh, she's only told me that you're a little submissive. But what exactly that entails..." he let the sentence drift off like smoke from a blown-out candle.

I just laughed a laugh higher in pitch than my usual, and I blinked, or winked, maybe leaned a little closer to him. I couldn't form a response into words. Maintaining character was becoming difficult.

Feely broke the moment between myself and Glenn momentarily by scooting in beside me to the outside, pushing Glenn and I closer together. In the commotion of the movement, Glenn had moved my hand up to his cock, and it was hard. Out of instinct I squeezed it.

I leaned in close to Glenn, and, giving his cock another couple gentle tugs before letting go, I whispered, "Maybe we should get another drinks before bar close and we'll just see where this goes."I returned my hand to my own lap, unconsciously resting my wrist across my yearning erection.

Glenn smiled and nudged his head toward the tray of booze newly arrived as if on cue.

We all took shots, laughed, there was some incoherent yelling as Chris wobbled his way back from the bathroom. Feely jumped up, grabbed Chris around his neck and immediately started making out with him, her tongue diving into his mouth. Chris' drunken instincts were wise enough to take advantage and grab her plump round ass. He seemed to be pulling her cheeks apart and I stared dopily at the curve-accentuating silk skirt. I saw no panty lines. The veins in my wrist rippled against the veins in my hard cock.

Glenn grabbed my attention away from Feely's ass, and though my vision passed Kayla and Mat very quickly, it seemed as though he may have been cupping the undersides of her breasts. Glenn whispered booze breath into my nostrils, but I couldn't make out a single word. "What?" I said, perhaps too loudly, and perhaps not quite effeminately enough.