"About time you joined us." Chris said as he popped the door open of the Party Bus he'd hired for his wife's birthday.
"If I could have gotten out of work any sooner believe me I would have." Darting up into the bus because of the light rain falling outside.
The Birthday Girl was right there dancing as I came in. She wasn't alone but she certainly stood out in the skimpiest dress I'd ever seen her in. All my thoughts stopping at seeing her long legs coming out from under the black dress, which was pulled up to give her more dancing freedom. Jane was a jogger so needless to say they were quite the sight. I'd known her for five years now. Knew her breasts were no more than handfuls but tonight they looked great! Push up bra was pushing the puppies up. Low neckline was putting the soft creamy white flesh on display. The combination of the two was amazing. She twisted as I came in dropping it low as she danced, giving me a view of her panty clad butt, a premo tight runners butt. As if I needed another reason to be staring!
"Happy Birthday!" I called, feeling like I'd been standing there dumbstruck too long not to say something.
"Sam!" Jane ran over, ignoring the present I was holding out to hug me. "I'm so glad you made it!"
"Well, thanks. Of course I'd make it." Patting her back while holding a bemused smile on my face, trying not to enjoy the feel of the tight body against me. After a LONG few moments she finally dropped away, grabbing the present I'd offered earlier. "Oooh! My favorite."
"They are all her favorite tonight." Chris said from behind me.
"This one is really REALLY my favorite. You remembered." She took the bottle of semi-expensive wine from me staring at me like I'd done something nobody else had.
"Hah, yeah, I mostly remembered because it's my favorite wine too." Feeling a little awkward with the intensity of those blue eyes on me.
Chris patted my back, sort of pushing me towards my own wife. As I went I wondered if he was jealous. My own wife Lucy was deep in conversation with Tommy whose wife Dana was up dancing with Jane, they were Chris and Jane's friends. I almost missed Dana with the sight of Jane dancing so sexily. In a tight skimpy red dress she was not to be missed. Stealing a quick glimpse of the skinny blonde who seemed to have as much of the little she had to offer on display. Long coltish legs, flat chest, and itty midsection. Sexy though, or at least nice enough to look at.
Besides Tommy and Dana there was only one other couple in the bus. Tonya and Gary, Tonya was the birthday girl Jane and my wife Lucy's other sister. The eldest of the former Adkins sisters. While they all sort of looked alike, in the face at least, Tonya was different in that she was the prudish and stubborn one. Who was actually drinking tonight instead of just trying to hold the scorn off her face at the rest of us imbibing. It was rare and she almost never drank more than one or two. Gary, her husband, was par for the course by being drunk already.
I can't say there wasn't a stab of jealousy at my wife and Tommy talking. She wasn't sitting super close or doing anything really to stir it up, it was more about him. Lucy was, in my opinion, the Goldilocks of the three sisters. Blonde, busty, and beautiful. Tommy, handsome still even if he was far from the popular jock he used, had made it clear he was very interested in my wife. Mostly in his crude manner, because of her tits. Despite being too much most of the time, he was still likable. Charming, which is were my jealousy came from.
During the short ride to the nearest bar I got to try and play catch up with a few shots and most of a beer that everyone (sans Tonya) insisted on. At the bar I discovered that Chris and Jane were buying drinks. As long as it was what Jane was drinking. So I got a shot of her favorite tequila, then a fruity mix drink that caught Jane's eyes. We stayed long enough for the gals to dance to a couple songs, then we were back on the bus again.
It was then that things got weird.
"Ugh! Stupid thing!" Jane said plopping down into a seat after dancing to half a song, cycling through her phone to try and pick a better one. Very out of the blue she stated, "I'm horny."
"She's been like this since her third shot." My wife whispered into my ear, pushing her large breasts against me as she did so. A clear indicator that she was horny too, I got an idea of how drunk she was when she giggled, leaning close to whisper "I'm horny too."