Under the Blanket

"Oh yeah, sorry bud," panted Doug. He stopped humping her suddenly as he started spurting his load inside John's wife. John looked on suspiciously as the commotion under the blanket suddenly ceased and Doug ground his crotch against Megans ass releasing the last of his seed inside her. Megan arched her back eagerly to receive his delivery. "I guess I got a little drunk and I got a bit carried away by having this big round ass right here," admitted Doug, forgetting himself.

John laughed in spite of himself. "That's a nice way to repay our hospitality. Grinding your crotch up against my wife's rear." He had a sinking suspicion that Doug also grabbed Megan's boobs in addition to dry humping her, but he didn't want to say it.

"I know, I know," said Doug contritely, tucking his limp sodden cock back into his pants and zipping up quietly. He extracted himself deftly from under the cover, leaving Megan completely covered but with her pants down and he jumped off the daybed. "That was really out of bounds," he said, running his hands nervously through his hair. "I uh, don't know how to apologize properly."

John sighed drunkenly at Doug's demonstration while Megan surreptitiously pulled her sweatpants back up. "Ok, Ok, I see how this happened. We had too much to drink and put on a movie with too much sexytime. I am partly to blame for picking the movie and for laughing along with your flirtation. Let's just call it a night and talk it over another time when we are all sober."

"Ok, John. That's big of you," said Doug with a deep frown of respect. Then he turn to Megan, stretched out luxuriously on the daybed. "I am sorry for getting carried away, Megan. I hope you can forgive me."

"Forgive you? I thoroughly enjoyed it," she laughed saucily. "We should do it again sometime. Soon."

"Megan!" exclaimed John in exasperation. "You aren't helping matters here."

She looked up at her husband and shrugged, "Sorry, I guess I'm drunk," she admitted.

Doug just laughed and waved goodbye, "I will let you two sort this out then, thanks for the hospitality." Then he hurried out of the room.

"Yeah, yeah," said John, waving him off dismissively. "Honey, how could you say that?" he whined petulantly.

"Please don't cry like a baby," she sighed in resignation. "It doesn't suit you. We were only fooling around. It was completely harmless."

Doug walked down the driveway and looked up at the stars, breathing in the cool night air. It was a good night to be alive and not to have been beaten up by a jealous husband.