We were already tipsy when my husband David and I crashed giggling through the front door of Charles and William's Laurel Canyon bungalow. No, on second thought, we were drunk. It had been the night of the company Christmas party. Having moved to LA only two months prior and knowing almost nobody in the city, I had to drag David along with me. He was, understandably, unenthusiastic about a night spent at his wife's office party where he knew not a soul, but being the good husband that he is he acquiesced. At the beginning, the party was indeed stuffy and not a great deal of fun. We were amongst the youngest people there and were having trouble finding conversations to connect to. That's when Charles and William showed up, fashionably late.
Charles was, at 33, a few years older than us. He was a fit and handsome man who ran the sales department. At work I had always found him a bit stiff but here he was witty and charming and a breath of fresh air for the staid party. William was his younger boyfriend. A tall 24 year old black man with broad shoulders and a Cheshire Cat smile, you could tell he enjoyed a good time the moment he walked into the room.
From the moment we exchanged pleasantries and introductions with them, we were attached at the hips. It turned out that Charles grew up a town over from David in Western Massachusetts and soon the two were engrossed in animated discussion of the many shared characters and hangouts of their youths. For his part, William was a warm and funny conversationalist quick to share stories of his many travels as a photographer. Easily one of the most traveled people I had ever met it was hard not to envy his life of adventure as we talked the rest of the party away. As things wound down it was also hard to say no to their invitation to come up to their place in the canyon for another drink or two.
Once we were all in the door, Charles quickly popped open a bottle of red while William showed us around their small but lovely home. We ended up outside on their back patio where I snuggled up to David to fight the slight chill in the air while we talked and sipped our wine. A quiet man under most circumstances, he was chatting away with an animation (and a slight slur) that he only exhibits when drunk. As I finished my wine, Charles reached over to refill my glass. I put my hand over the top of the glass. "I think I'd better take a breather," I said worrying that one of us had better have the wherewithal to figure out getting home. After a little light ribbing, William stepped in and proclaimed, "then a break it is. But the party must go on, so...hot tub?" His gesture took our eyes over to the tub at the edge of the patio.
"Awesome," David exclaimed and started to rise.
"Honey, we have no suites."
"Ah, it's fine. Just jump in your underwear," he retorted as he pushed the cover off the tub and put his hand in the water. "Feels great!"
Charles and William, amused by David's enthusiasm for the idea, quickly finished uncovering the tub and soon all three of the boys were down to their boxers and sliding into the water. Initially I was hesitant. I had worn a backless dress to the party and wore no bra. In the end though, after murmuring, "fuck it," to myself I unzipped the dress and let it slide off, exposing my breasts to the group. They were gay, after all, I thought to myself ignoring the rather open manor in which William was watching me climb into the tub covered by only a small pair of panties. My nipples hardened as I escaped from the slight chill in the air and into the warmth of the water.
The water felt amazing. The contrast between the chill air and the hot water was perfect. Charles, of course, soon talked me into another glass of wine. I suspected there would be regrets in the morning. Next to him, David had a glazed look in his eyes. He would most definitely have regrets. As the group carried on I found myself feeling farther and farther away from it all. As my eyes began to close I realized that the combination of the wine and the heat was making me light headed. Worried I might soon pass out, I lifted myself out of the tub.
"Excuse me, I need to splash some cool water on my face," I let them know.
"Feeling alright," William asked.
"I'm fine. Just a little light headed," I explained as I walked towards the house, feeling all of their eyes follow me to the sliding glass door.
In the bathroom, I cooled myself down and looked myself over in the mirror. Yes, I had to concede that I looked a little drunk, but other than that I looked damn good. My face looked flushed from the steam. My perky 26 year old breasts were crowned by lovely rock hard nipples from the cool air. Below them my stomach looked flat and toned before sliding down to my barley cover crotch, the wet panties doing little to cover my nicely groomed pussy. Nearly see-through, you could easily make out the thin strip of hair leading down to my bare, slightly puffy lips. I'm not normally one for vanity, but I felt and looked sexy that night.
Opening the bathroom door, I slid quietly through the dark house. I reached for the sliding glass door before stopping dead in my tracks, my breath catching in my throat. There, sitting on the edge of the hot tub, was my husband of just over one year. His head was tipped back, his mouth open, his abs visibly clenching and unclenching. Most importantly, his thick seven inch cock was exposed, straining, pointed straight up into the night air. It looked slick, the head was flared out. This cock, the one that had been fucking me and only me for the past three years, was now held in the grip of Charles hand. As I watched, transfixed from the doorway, he stroked it while lowered his mouth down and sucking the angry looking head into his mouth.
My mind raced as he worked David's cock deeper and deeper into his mouth. Deeper than I had ever gotten it. From his face, I could tell David was in ecstasy. What did this mean for us? For our marriage? Had Charles been planning this? Had David? I thought back to the glazed look in his eyes just before I left the hot tub. Was it the alcohol and the heat, or was it something else? Charles had been sitting right next to him. Was he jerking off my husband right there in front of me? Could David be gay?
I found myself thinking back on our vigorous and varied sex life as I watched David grab Charles by the hair and start fucking his mouth. Could it have been a fake? A disguise? That just seemed impossible. He had been insatiable ever since our first night together. I've given him everyone one of my holes. I've fucked him everywhere and every way he has ever asked me for and he has never seemed to grow tired of it.