We had only been married a short while when a colleague at work, Tom, invited me and my young bride to a party. In spite of the fact that we didn’t know many people there, we both had a wonderful evening. Beth was the Belle of the ball; she was in great demand for dances. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she was wearing a mini skirt, it had a slight flare that when she was spun around, it would rise up showing of her tiny red thong. Which of course meant her bare bottom was on display when this happened.

I felt very proud that she was the centre of so much attention and she was obviously revelling in it. She had been drinking quite a bit, that and all the exertion from the dancing had really tired her out. So well before the party ended, she was asleep on the couch. I had carried on having a good time, chatting and making new friends and doing a bit of flirting.

Eventually everyone was gone except for us, the host and a friend of his, Jeff. I was slumped in one armchair and Jeff took the other one. Tom came in from the kitchen with more drinks, I had had enough but not wanting to be inhospitable, I accepted it. Tom looked around and seeing nowhere else to sit, he lifted Beths legs and sat on the couch with her, resting her feet across his lap.

I said ‘It’s getting late; I better get Beth home to bed.’

Tom replied. ‘I think you’ve had a bit too much to drink to think of driving, why not stay the night. Beth looks quite comfy, I can throw a blanket over her and if you’re OK in that armchair...?’

‘Yes! Yes I’ll be fine here thanks.’

That settled, so not having to worry about driving, I started sipping at my drink. As we were talking, well it was mostly Tom and Jeff talking to each other. My eyes were getting heavy and I could feel myself nodding off. Tom had been absentmindedly rubbing Beths feet and I hadn’t paid it much attention but as my eyes flicked open, I was slightly startled to see that now his hand was rubbing her ankle and wandering onto her leg. That was when I began to take more notice. Well it was the fact that my dick had suddenly gotten hard that made me notice. Even in my semi drunk state, my subconscious had noticed that this could be turning into a sexual situation long before I had consciously realised it.

I thought I would feign sleep and see what would develop. Had I been fully sober, I would have put a stop to it right away but as it was, it seemed just playful and very exciting. We had never been unfaithful to one another, nor had we had any swinging type things. We had only been married a couple of months and we were both still fully enamoured of each other.

I rested my head back in the armchair and let myself slide down to a more relaxed position. I pulled a cushion onto my lap; making out it was uncomfortable behind me. The real reason was to hide my aching cock as the swelling in my pants was getting obvious. Also it allowed me to slide my hand under the cushion so I could play with myself. With my head back, I could watch what was going on by just opening my eyes ever so slightly.

‘Seems he can’t hold his liquor.’ I heard Jeff say.

‘Well I have been feeding him doubles all night.’ Tom laughed.

‘And her as well?’

‘You betcha! That was the reason I invited him, so we could hopefully get a chance at his lovely young bride, isn’t she a sweet little thing,’

‘She sure is, and playful. I was groping her whilst we were dancing.’