It was earlier than 10:00 AM here so I was surprised when she looked me in the face with an involuntary glance at my crotch and said, “Something strong; I think.”
I leaned forward and pushed myself up from the chair. My cock was now at half mast and pointed directly out in front of me. I turned away from her and walked into the house. I stood in the kitchen window looking out the window at her sitting there on the deck. She was talking to herself. I put ice in two glasses and poured a large scotch in my glass and a large Wild Turkey in hers. I was thinking as I poured her drink, ‘If she drinks this, she will be blasted.”
I carried the two drinks out to the deck and handed both drinks to her. I walked in front of her to grab a side table and place it between us. She put both drinks on the table. My cock was still at half mast as I walked back to sit in my lounge chair. There was a long silence. It was obvious she was uncomfortable but she couldn’t leave. I was thinking about Sunday night when Max and Lisa were caught having sex in our pool. Carrie and I joined them. Apparently, Lisa was thinking the same thing. She finally broke the silence, “About Sunday night. Max and I both were feeling no pain. We both had a lot to drink at the wedding reception. I don’t even know how we got home.”
I knew she had more to say but I interrupted her, “Please don’t apologize for anything. Neither Carrie nor I are sorry about what happened. We had a fantastic time. I can’t speak for you guys but the sex was incredible for both of us. I hope it doesn’t adversely affect our friendship. We love you guys. I guess that means something else now but I think that could be a good thing.”
Lisa looked directly at me for the first time and said, “I was going to apologize but I didn’t know how to raise the issue with you guys. We both had a great time too, but still, you have to admit the whole thing was a bit unusual. I guess the drinks eliminated my inhibitions. I can only rationalize what happened as that. Max is openly sexual but I know I am too inhibited sexually. Max was in heaven when we got home Sunday night. He had a raging hard-on and I was so unbelievably horny. We made love…check that…we fucked our brains out all night. I was so loud that I woke up the 4 year old. She started crying. I got out of bed and tended to her and then went right back at it again. It was amazing. We talked the next morning and decided that we have been too cloistered and need to get out and enjoy our life.” She paused for several seconds, looked me directly in the eyes and then continued, “Like Sunday night.”
When she was telling me about fucking their brains out she had moved her non-drink hand between her legs. I watched her hand as it started working up and down her pussy. As she continued her story, she stopped moving her hand and her fingers were flicking her clit. She hadn’t notice she was even doing it because when she saw where I was looking she quickly pulled her hand back up to the arm of the chair.