"Don't worry," she whispered back, "just stay here."
The light was on in the bedroom – had been on all evening – and we were lying fully exposed with the bedclothes kicked back. I looked at her incredulous, but she just nodded and kept playing with my cock, so I finally shrugged.
We heard Pete say, "What the fuck? There's shit all over the floor out here. Where are you, Terry, you fucking slut?"
"Oh, no," I groaned quietly, "our clothes are still on the floor."
"In here, Pete," she yelled cheerfully. "Come see what I'm doing."
"You damn well must have had one fucking hell of a party tonight, you fucking bitch," we heard him say.
I cringed, because I could hear him coming up the hall as he said it.
"Don't tell me," he went on, "they fucking actually managed to fuck you senseless. That they fucking wore you out so you couldn't even clean the fucking house."
About then he stuck his head in the door. "Oh, I see. Looks like the party's still going on." He took a closer look and chortled. "What the fuck do you think you can do with that little pecker?"
"You have no idea," she said with a deep laugh, "what this HUGE pecker has been doing to me all night. It just got scared when it heard you come in, and it ran away."
"Ah, I see it's my old buddy, Dick. Well, Dick, you don't need to be scared. I don't mind you giving my Terry a good time ... considering the fucking fantastic time your Nancy has been giving me all night."
"Nancy?" I managed to moan.
"Shit, yes! She was so fucking hot I couldn't believe it. I fucking swear she must have come twenty times! She fucking loved my monster cock. I kept shoving my cock places you would never be able to come close to, and the fucking slut kept screaming for more."
"I don't believe you," I said coldly.
"Hey, don't go fucking ballistic on me. I fucked your slut; you fucked mine. That was supposed to be the idea, right? And," he sneered, "if you don't believe me, why don't you run your ass home to mommy and find out for yourself."
Man! Talk about throwing cold water on a hot evening! I suddenly felt like I wanted nothing more to do with either one of them. I jumped out of bed, stormed down the hall to the living room, got dressed, and left without another word. The worst part was that I could hear both of them laughing at me from their room as I did it.
When I got home Nancy was in bed, but still awake. Her eyes were open and she was staring at the ceiling.
"So," I blurted out accusingly, "what did you do tonight?"
She turned to look at me with a beatific smile. "Oh, hi, honey. I, uh, watched TV and then came to bed. How did your evening go?"
"Don't change the subject. I KNOW you came to bed. But what did you do after you came to bed?"
"Whatever are you talking about? Did you have a bad poker night? Oh, dear, you didn't go crazy and make some stupid bet and lose, did you?"
"No, I didn't lose some stupid bet, at least not that way. But maybe I did, too. It depends on what you did tonight. So stop changing the subject. When did you come to bed, and what did you do after you got here?"