“I’m glad that we remembered to bring the booze,” she said, before taking a healthy swig.
On my turn, it was easy enough. “I’m glad that if we’re going to have to make the best of a bad situation, it’s with you guys.” It was true enough. Not only did I get along well with both Jack and Dan, Dan in particular, I was always happy to be around their sexy wives.
Robin took the bottle eagerly without doing the salt. “I’m glad that I found out about this stuff. I swear I’m never drinking Jose Cuervo again.” She took her time sipping at the bottle, before deciding to relinquish it.
When she leaned over to pass the bottle, I got a good view of her rear; somehow her towel had gotten bunched up around her waist in the back. It was a very nice rear.
Jack took his turn, “I’m glad that we had clean dry towels,” he said, “and I hope we have more tequila; we’ve about killed this soldier”.
I got up with the front of my towel tenting more than a little, and fetched a second bottle of the same. I was a little surprised at how quickly we burned through the first bottle. We only had three bottles of Tequila, and from the way things were going, it looked like we might finish all of them tonight. With about 25 ounces to a bottle, this crowd was taking healthy swigs.
Jill took the bottle from me. “I’m glad we have a fireplace and Dan the man found some dry wood somehow.” As she turned to pass the bottle to Dan, I wanted to shout out that I was glad her towel was too short. She had become a lot less ladylike about how she was seated in the last few minutes, and it was clear to me, from where I was sitting that she shaved her pussy. And quite a pretty little pussy it was.
“I’m glad the stolen bag had our clothes, and not the liquor.” Dan said, taking a long draw on the bottle.
When Sheri reached for the bottle again, she once more spilled out of her wrap. “Damn it! I need a bigger towel.”
“No you don’t,” Dan laughed, and earned a giggle from everyone present. Jill elbowed him just for form.
Sheri stood up and ostentatiously retied her towel only around her waist, leaving her magnificent tits out in the open. “Fuck it. I’m glad that I’m with people I don’t mind showing my tits to.” She took her swig, and passed me the bottle.
I was damn near in shock. I never, EVER, would have expected that from my dear wife. Not that she didn’t like to go around our house nude every chance she got, nor was she anything but spectacular to look at. Still it was beyond the realm of anything I could have expected from past history. I looked around to see that the other guys probably had never expected it either, but were damned glad of it. Nearly every eye in the room was locked on her massive mammaries, ladies included.
“I’m glad…uh, I’m glad there were no animals living in here,” I said. “I’d hate to be fighting for space with a family of raccoons.”
Robin stood up and lowered her towel around her waist. “I’m glad Sheri broke the ice. It’s damned hot near the fire.” She then took her turn on the bottle. When she’d finished she put the bottle on the table, rather than get up.