“Robert, come here please!”
As I my heart sunk, and all the days sun drained from Pippa’s face, I got up, and slowly walked upstairs.
As I turned into the office door, my wife was stood there with my beer can in here hand!
“You know I hate it when you leave beer cans in here, it makes the room smell!”
I looked to the laptop, and noticed the charging lead had come out. Thankful that Pippa had sat on my cock on the office chair, and our shenanigans had helped loosen the lead, and the laptop had gone into hibernation.
As my heart rate started dropping, she put the can on the office desk, and kissed me.
“I am so horny Rob, do you think we have time for a quick fuck?”
In her d*unken state, I assumed she simply couldn’t taste, when she kissed me, that her friends pussy had been on my tongue not very long ago.
Once again panic started to creep in, especially as she started undoing my shorts.
If she pulls my cock out, she is going to feel that it is wet, and if she sucks it, she will definitely taste her friends dried juice on my cock.
“Come on slowcoach, I’ve opened the gin!” shouted Pippa.
If only she knew, that she had probably just singlehandedly saved my marriage with those words.
“Fuck it, lets rain check that quickie till later darling!”
As my wife went downstairs, I closed the photo applications, and shut the laptop down properly.
Reaching into the drawer, I grabbed Pippa’s bra and chucked it on the bed in the spare room, where she would be staying.
As I neared the bottom of the stairs, I could hear them both chatting.
“Yeah, you know what it’s like when you have big tits and sit in the sun, I hate having sweaty tits!”
My wife laughed and agreed.
As I walked back in Pippa looked at me, with an ‘are you ok’ look on her face.
I smiled and winked at her, walking past them both, with the beer can in my hand, and chucked it in the recycling bin.
Walking back in, I grabbed my can that I’d half d*unk from the table, and necked it.
“You thirsty darling? My wife asked.
I laughed and said yes, looking at Pippa, and thinking the amount of her juice I had swallowed, I shouldn’t really be that thirsty!
My wife took her gin, and headed for the garden.
I went to the fridge, to get myself another drink.
As I reached in, I felt a hand reach round, and grab the front of my shorts.
I turned to see Pippa stood there, her braless nipples visibly erect, and she groped my cock, stirring it back to life.
“I so want your cock back inside me Rob, fuck me now, while we are alone!”
“I think after what has just happened, we both need to calm down a bit. We very nearly got caught Pippa!”
“I know! When you got summonsed upstairs, I rubbed myself to another orgasm, here, have a taste!”
I watched as she lifted her dress, and dipped two fingers into her pussy, and then lifted them to my mouth, and pushed them past the very weak barrier that was my lips.
I sucked both her fingers, as she groped my cock, then we were kissing again. Hard, passionate kissing, my cock rock hard as she wanked me over the thin material of my shorts.
She started undoing the cord on my shorts, and I put my hand down to stop her.
“Not now Pippa, we will get caught, my wife is very awake now, maybe later if we get a chance.”
She removed her hand, and looked at me, pouting, pushing out her bottom lip.
“I will have your cock again today Rob!” as she walked off, her sexy ass swaying!
I stayed inside for a few minutes, to help my cock go down, and took another big chug from my can!
The alcohol was loosening both of our inhibitions, but to a dangerous level.
The more we d*unk, the less careful we would be, and as much I wanted my cock inside that beautiful woman, we really had to be more careful.
Joining them in the garden again, the drinking had slowed down, we were all feeling the effects of a long afternoon of drinking.
As the sun started to dip, in true British fashion, even in the height of summer, there was a chill in the air.
“Rob, do you want to get some fire wood out of the garage and fire up the chimenea?”
“Yes, that’s a good shout my love, I’ll do that now!”
I went inside to get the keys for the garage side door.
As I went back outside, Pippa jumped up from her seat.
“Shall I give you a hand Rob?”
“Ahhh it’s ok, I will manage!”
“Rob you always say that, then it takes you about four trips back and forth with the wood” said my wife.
I watched as Pippa walked over, her braless breasts bouncing with each step.
Some women just know how to make their boobs bounce, as they walk, and Pippa was definitely one of those women.
As I walked into the garage, Pippa was close behind me.
There was a small window on the garage wall facing out to the garden, and I could see my wife on her phone, checking the latest gossip on Facebook no doubt!
Pippa looked out of the window as well, and saw the same as me.
I picked up a handful of logs, and turned to exit. With both hands full, I couldn’t stop what Pippa did next.
Grabbing the cord on my shorts, with one swift pull, my shorts were undone, and around my ankles!
Looking up at me, as she crouched down, at eye level with my cock, she said “Keep a look out Rob”, as her mouth engulfed my cock!
She was deepthroating me, keeping her head fully engorged on my cock.
I could feel her breath from her nose, gently blowing on my tripped pubes, as her cheeks sucked in and out, her tongue swirling around the base of my cock.
“What are you doing in there, chopping the tree down first!” my wife shouted.
I pulled away from Pippa’s assault on my cock.
“Just moving a few logs from the top of the pile my love, a few of them are a bit damp for some reason!”
There was one log that was damp, the one that had just been in Pippa’s mouth!
Putting the logs down, I pulled my shorts up, tucking the tip of my cock into the waistband, tying the cord tight.
It was uncomfortable, but I had no choice, I was too hard to be able to hide it, and Pippa wasn’t helping things.
Thirty minutes later, we had enough logs for the chimenea, and I set about lighting it.
The ladies were on their beds still, chatting away, With Pippa glancing at me every now and then, with a look of pure, wanton lust.
This was going to be along ‘hard’ evening!!!
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thanks to heaven for filthy friends 
