I realized I was dying to know how much progress the guys had made with Nancy in that time. Maybe none, in which case her pussy would probably still be mine alone when the night was over. Maybe some, and the outcome was still uncertain. Maybe a lot ... Oh God, you think? I had to know; I just had to.
I climbed off the bar stool and discovered I could still walk. The cool breeze that hit my face when I walked outside helped clear the cobwebs, and I decided I could drive. 'Maybe,' I thought as I neared the house, 'the guys have given up and already left.'
No such luck. There were three cars parked in front. 'I won't pull into the driveway,' I told myself, 'I want to sneak up on them and see what is happening.' So I drove around the corner, parked, and walked back to the house.
We have a ranch-style house, all on the ground floor. The garage is attached, but sticks out partly in front of the right side of the house. The kitchen is behind it, with the living room on the left side and the bedrooms in the back. There is no dining room as such, but the kitchen is really a large kitchen/family room with a breakfast bar in the middle and space beyond it for a dining table.
To tell the truth, we eat all of our meals at the bar except when we have company, and Nancy often has papers and projects on the dining table. That was the case today, and besides, Nancy always wants to have the kitchen as a retreat when the poker gang comes over, so we had set up a card table in the living room for the game.
I figured I could peek through a small window at the side of the living room without getting caught. There were venetian blinds on it, but hopefully they wouldn't be too tightly closed to prevent seeing what was going on. I wasn't worried about being turned in as a peeping tom, because we have a six foot fence at the side of the house, and there is a wooden gate at the front corner of the living room.
I managed to get through the gate and re-close the latch without making much noise. Now, about those blinds. I was in luck. They were tilted at an angle that prevented light from the ceiling fixture from streaming out, so I would be in relative darkness outside the window. But they were not completely closed, and I could easily see the card table, chairs, and the lower parts of the people in them.
My heart sank quickly. There were four chairs, but only two bodies. I had been crouched down, peering over the window sill. I now stepped to one side and stood up, then leaned to peek in. Now I could see the two heads, and one of the faces. Bob was there, and that other head had to be Pete's, but where was Tom? I tried to convince myself that he had just gone to the john, but I wasn't buying it.
Bob and Pete were just sitting there talking and laughing, but I had to know where Tom - and most importantly, Nancy - were. I was about to sneak back to a bedroom window when Tom came out of the kitchen with a huge grin on his face. He gave the other guys a thumbs up, then seated himself and started shuffling the deck.
They had already finished the first betting round and drawn replacement cards when Nancy peeked through the kitchen door. Pete saw her immediately and waved for her to come on in. She seemed a bit hesitant, but did so. She was dressed as she had been when I left, a sweater and jeans with an apron tied around her waist.
Nancy walked over to the table, but didn't sit down, instead leaning on the back of the empty chair, and watching the pile of chips grow as the guys continued betting. Bob finally won the hand and raked in the chips. Then he did something odd. He picked up three blue chips and held them out to Nancy.
At first she covered her face and shook her head, but Bob seemed to be trying to convince her of something, and finally she reached out for the chips and dropped them in her apron pocket. I hadn't noticed before, but that pocket was already bulging somewhat.
At that point Bob stood up, took her hand, and led her to the kitchen door. The instant the door swung shut behind them I took off as quickly as I could in the dark around the back of the house to the kitchen side. It wasn't easy. I nearly tripped on a garden hose, and I did give my shin a nasty whack on a wheelbarrow.
There's a sliding glass door from the family room out to a patio at the back corner of the house, and I figured I would have a great view from there if I could keep from being seen. It turned out being seen would be no problem, but seeing was. We have vertical blinds for that door, and for some reason they had been pulled clear across the door and completely closed. I went on around to the window at the side of the house that looks out on our little garden.
The venetian blinds were wide open here, which meant I had to be very careful not to be seen. I peeked cautiously from the side of the window, trying at the same time not to step on newly sprouted green beans Nancy and I had planted two weeks earlier.
I was too late. I saw Bob's back going out the kitchen door, as he returned to the other guys. Nancy had her back to me, watching Bob as he left. Then it clicked. Most of her back was bare. Her sweater was pushed up under her armpits. It seemed to be stretched even higher in front, which meant her bra was exposed. She was just standing there without moving, her hands pressed to her cheeks.
Finally she moved her hands down to her chest and clearly stroked herself a bit, then with a little shudder she pulled her sweater down. She leaned her head against the refrigerator, and seemed to be breathing a bit heavily. At last she turned to a chair, picked up her purse, pulled out her compact, and touched up her face.
After returning the compact to the purse and the purse to the chair she straightened up, pulled down her sweater all around, and peeked into the living room. In a moment she was gone, but I stayed where I was.
It seemed like forever, but I'm sure it wasn't very long before I saw the door swing open and Pete came through it with Nancy in tow. As soon as the door swung closed he pulled her to him, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and they started kissing. From the way her ass was wiggling it must have been a very passionate kiss.
Pete's hands moved from the small of her back down to her ass, then out and up to her hips, and kept moving up. They were sliding up her rib cage, now, pushing her sweater up ahead of them. The kiss continued, and seemed to be getting even more intense, and when his hands reached her bra I could see her ass cheeks clenching and relaxing rhythmically.
Pete finally broke the kiss and whispered something in her ear. She shook her head no, but he kept whispering. Finally he took one hand away from her bra and reached in his pocket. He pulled out two blue chips and brought them up to her cheek. Then he slid them down her neck, down to her breast where he seemed to rub them against her in a little circle, and on down to her naked belly, whispering all the time. She was quivering violently as he rubbed them up and down her belly, then pushed them even further down, over her apron.
He finally dropped them in her apron pocket and knelt in front of her. He pulled her tit to his mouth and started kissing or sucking or biting through her bra, I couldn't tell which. Whatever he was doing certainly got to her. She grabbed his head with both hands and pressed it against her boobs. Her head tilted back and her mouth opened in a silent scream.
He shifted to the other side and repeated his stimulation there with the same result. Then he pulled away and stood up. She lunged for him, pulled his face down to her, and kissed him wildly. Again he pulled away, whispered something, then turned and walked out of the kitchen.
Nancy clutched at her bra with her left hand and her crotch with the right. Her ass started pumping as her right hand moved frantically up and down. Soon that wasn't enough, and she tore at her jeans button and zipper with both hands. The jeans were tight, so they stayed at the top of her thighs even when unfastened, but I could see her pink panties from the back and see how the elastic was stretched down as she shoved her hand inside to frig herself.
It was over in less than a minute, and when I looked up I saw that she was biting a knuckle on her other hand to keep from screaming. She stood there panting for some time, and finally jerked her head up, looking at the door. I couldn't hear it, but I was sure they must have called her. She quickly pulled her pants up and fastened them, pulled down her sweater, and made a hasty exit to the living room.