It was probably the most difficult position I could be in. Here I was sitting in the same room as my girlfriend and my ex-wife talking and drinking. We had always been on good terms, but this might be taking things too far. We were together for the kid's. It was my oldest daughters continuance to high school, and we were having a small family get together. Things were going fine.
We talked, joked and prodded each other about the past, present and future. It was good. My ex and I were still talking and we made a point to get along at least for the kids sake. Then the party started to clear out, winding down. Kelly, my girlfriend and I started to clean up the house. While putting dishes into the dishwasher, she came up behind me, wrapped her arms around me and whispered in my ear.
"So, are we going to have sex tonight? I am so hot!"
I laughed, wondering when she would get it through her head that I always wanted her. I moaned my agreement to her, and she kissed my neck. We finished cleaning up, and went back to join the remaining party guests.
Jill, my former wife was still milling about. I went up to her to see if she was okay. She had obviously had a couple too many drinks. She was swaying slightly as we stood face to face.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"I'm good. How are you?"
Her words slurred barely. I looked her, studying her face to see what she was thinking.
"Maybe you should just stay here tonight. You have had one too many, I don't want you driving."
I was serious when I said it, but she laughed.
"I'm fine. I wouldn't want to interrupt anything for you."
I was amazed that she still brought that up. Kelly and I had been together for a couple years, and things had worked into a comfortable rhythm for us. Jill still thought that we fucked like rabbits all the time. As I stood facing Jill, I remembered how things for us used to be, at least in the bedroom.
She was very naΓ―ve sexually when we met, I was only the third man she had ever been with, and she had never found someone to be with after we divorced. And she brought it up every time I saw her.
"It's fine, I can set up the couch for you. Please don't drive."
She looked deep in my eyes, wavered a bit and slowly spoke.
"Maybe I will hear you two tonight."
I was stunned. What was wrong with her? She was beyond drunk if she was thinking I would let her hear Kelly and I have sex. But then my cock spoke. That might be kind of hot. What if she snuck in and watched? What if she joined in? Oh God, that would be hot!
Wait, what the hell was I thinking? I must have had too much to drink as well. My girlfriend and my ex? I must be insane. But damn that would be hot.
"I don't think so. I'll get you some bedding in a bit. Why don't you sit down?"
I wasn't sure what to think. Was she that drunk? Was she serious? Where is Kelly? I have to see her. I knew I couldn't tell her anything about the little exchange I had just had, but I needed to be close to her.
I found Kelly sitting in the dining room talking with a friend.
"Kelly, can I talk to you? In the kitchen?"
"Sure."
We walked into the kitchen and faced each other.
"Jill is too drunk to drive, so I told her she could stay here. I hope that's okay.'
"Sure, she can sleep it off and go home in the morning." She replied.
Not long after that the party was over, the kids had went to bed and it was just the three of us sitting in the living room.
"Thank you for letting me stay here. I didn't think I drank that much." Jill said.
"It's fine, we don't want anything bad happening to you." Kelly said.
"You won't even know I'm here. I don't want to bother you two." Jill smiled as she said that, winking at Kelly.
"What are you talking about?" Kelly shot back.
"I know him, I used to sleep with him, remember?" Jill was really pushing this now.
"I miss fucking him. He really knows how to make me cum." It was obvious Jill was talking out of the bottle now.
I put my hand on Kelly's arm to keep her from following Jill down this road, but she didn't want to stop.
"Do you? Why would you say that? You know we are together now." She was getting irritated, and it showed.
"I know, but it's true. Just to be fucked one more time, and I would be good. It makes me hot just thinking about it. I'm jealous, you get him all the time. All I have are the memories and my dildo." She spoke with a dreamy, far away look in her eye, like she was being fucked right there.
I sat there quietly, wondering if Kelly would jump up and tell Jill to leave immediately, or just kick the shit out of her right there. But instead she just sat there, mouth agape, staring at Jill. I wondered what she was thinking. I didn't have long to wait for the answer.
"What would you do if you had the chance to fuck him again?"
WHAT? Did Kelly just ask that? Was she high? Why would she ask my ex-wife that? This couldn't be happening.
I looked at Kelly, surprise spraying from my face.