Pete woke up still a little dazed from the night before. He always seemed to overdo it whenever one of his old college friends were in town. He and Kim got married right after college, but a lot of the guys were still single and Pete loved living vicariously through them.
He looked around his bedroom. He was laying on top of the bed spread, still wearing the clothes he wore to the club the night before. For a second, a panic hit him as he worried that his wife might be pissed. “Oh, thank God,” he whispered to himself as he realized she was visiting her mom for the weekend.
He could hear noises downstairs. With a chuckle, Pete wondered if his friends, Adam and Matt, were watching porn. “Fuckers are probably running up a tab on pay per view,” he decided. But as he listened and the fog of his hangover cleared, he realized it sounded more like real fucking.
“*******,” he wondered to himself, “did they score last night?” Pete honestly couldn’t remember how they all got home, much less if anyone was with them. He had literally gotten blackout *******.
Pete shuffled down the stairs. From the landing, he could see Adam, buck naked, pounding away at some poor slut in one of the soft chairs. The only part of her body visible were her slutty silver heels, pumping and swaying with Adam’s rhythmic thrusts.
“Niiice,” Pete said, remembering how he and his college friends used to so cavalier towards sex, like it was a spectator sport, cheering each other on when one of them was fucking some slutty coed. He shuffled towards the kitchen, where Matt was eating some cereal, half watching Adam fucking the moaning, whimpering girl in the next room.
“You got next?” Pete asked Matt, trying to sound casual.
“Nah man, I’m tapped out. We’ve been tag teaming all night–she’s insatiable,” Matt said, shaking his head.
The grunts and moans from the next room were building to a crescendo. Adam’s thrusts were going deeper and harder. He growled a warning, “I’m gonna cum!”
“Wow,” Pete said, grabbing some juice. “Who’s the slut?” Pete asked, wondering if he should partake himself.
Matt looked at him sideways. “You don’t remember?”
Just as he said that, they could hear Adam’s grunting growing more urgent. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna…”
Then she spoke. “Just cum inside me!” she pleaded. That was when Pete remembered his wife had come back early and met them at the club. She had worn her new silver high heels.