My wife, Sarah, had gone out clothes shopping with some friends and then they were all off on a hen night to see some male strippers. So, with her out of the way for a ‘Girls Night Out’, I’d asked a few mates round for a ‘Lads Evening In’.
There were supposed to have been four of us – Ian Terry and Mike and myself. We had agreed that Ian should bring round the latest editions to his extensive collection of porn DVD’s and we would all chip in some booze. Unfortunately Terry and Mike had broken down on the way home from a football match, got pissed while waiting for the car to be repaired, and now couldn’t drive back and had called off. So it just left Ian and I to spend the night drinking, watching films and setting the world to rights.
We had lost track of time and about half past one in the morning there was a ring at the door bell. I thought Sarah must have forgotten her key again but when I answered it there stood a man who said he had my wife in his cab and could I’d have to get her out as she was out for the count. Apparently she and her mates had been a bit the worse for wear when he picked them up. He’d dropped the rest off on the way and she was the last to be dropped off. But she had gone to sleep and he couldn’t wake her. Ian and I went out to the cab to find Sarah in the back of the taxi, totally out of it.
I paid the driver (well over the odds I thought) and we grabbed her arms and dragged her out of the car, changed our grip and, throwing her arms over our shoulders, we half carried half walked her up the path to the house. She was a little difficult to control and I noticed that for much of the time Ian’s hand was holding quite tight on to her left breast. We had a few problems getting her up the steps to the front door and ended up grabbing a leg each and lifting her in. As we did this her full skirt had slid back showing her stocking tops and what looked like an absence of knickers.
We got her in to the lounge and put her on the sofa. She was almost totally senseless.
“You had a good handful of her tits. D’you like what you’ve been feeling?”. I asked.
He said “Yes and I liked what I saw, does she usually go out without knickers?”.
I said “Sometimes. She likes to tease and likes me to finger her when we were in places like crowded lifts. Mind you, knowing the crowd she was out with, they had all probably thrown their knickers onto stage at the strippers, if any of them had been wearing them to begin with.”
“We share a taste in buxom women. I’ve always thought Sarah very sexy.”
“You’d like to shag her?”. I said
“I’d jump at the chance.” He agreed.
I went over to the sofa and undid her blouse, pulling her forward I pulled it off, opened her bra and set loose her beautiful great tits.
“Come and feast on these” I said.
I grabbed a tit and started sucking and gnawing at her nipples. Ian soon got to work on the other She moistened her lips gave a groan and opened her legs.
“I think that we should leave some marks on her, a sort of ‘we were here’ ”.
So we set to. Soon here tits were a mass of livid bites. As we did this her moaning got louder and her legs opened and closed as her bum wiggled round.
With a bit of a struggle, I pulled off her skirt. This left her laying there in only her stockings and suspenders.
“Now what do you think?” I asked.
“Fantastic and highly fuckable” was the reply.
“Fine,” I said, “you first.”
He lost no time getting trousers off and, without any ceremony, had his cock buried deep in her. This seemed to rouse her and she started to show signs of life and make noises. They started out as mere gasps but as he got going they turned in to cries and then in to totally animal grunts. She may have been totally pissed, but now she was responding on the most basic level.
All of a sudden her eyes flew open. They were glazed, but open. Ian was pumping hard when she suddenly threw her arms round him and kissed him very hard, her mouth wide. I knew her tongue would be trying to get half way down his throat. She always kisses like that when she is really hot. She broke the kiss and, half closing her eyes, practically snarled
“Fuck me harder you bastard. Fuck me harder. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!”
She was yelling now. So Ian fucked harder. This didn’t quieten her, just the reverse.
I grabbed my digital camera and started to snap. We took it in turns, when Ian was fucking my wife I took shots and he did the same when I was fucking her. We used her like a fuck doll. At one point Ian had her legs over his shoulders and had her nipples squashed in his fists and was pulling her tits up to her shoulders as he hammered in to her. At another he got behind the sofa and held her ankles wide and almost at her shoulder level so I could get as deep as possible into her cunt. She moaned loudly and bucked all through this.
After a while we were spunked out. I got a blanket to cover her up and left her on the sofa to sleep it off. Ian got dressed.
“Will you tell her?” he asked
“I don’t know, maybe I’ll not tell her, maybe I’ll tell her what really happened. Who knows?”
Then I had a thought. I went to the cupboard and brought out an indelible Marker and handed it to Ian
“You had better sign your handiwork.” I told him.
He took the pen and wrote ‘YOU ARE A FANTASTIC FUCK! THANKS FOR THE RIDE LOVE IAN XXX’ at the top of her thigh
“It was a good fuck though” I said.
“Yes” he agreed, “very good but I’d like to have fucked her when she was I bit more ‘with it’. I’d love those lips round my cock. I bet she’s a horny little bitch,”.
“You don’t know the half of it,” I replied “It’s a pity Terry and Mike couldn’t make it”
When she finally awoke at about 10 o’clock, still on the sofa, she looked rough.
“God my head and my cunt are aching, I must have been totally gutted last night!”
I pulled back the blanket and she saw her tits which were covered in bites. She looked very shocked and sheepish
“Did I come in like that last night? I can’t remember doing anything that would have got my tits so bitten. Did you strip me off, had I thrown up or something?” She asked
“No you didn’t. It all happened after you came home. You were so pissed you had to be carried in from the taxi. Just take a look at the top of your thigh.”
She looked and saw Ian’s message. She blushed.
“What the fuck happened?”
“Well we had to carry you in from the taxi, as I said, and we found you had managed to loose your knickers. Anyway we were feeling randy and once we got started you were responding like a bitch in heat so we fucked you until we were dried out.”
“Ha. Ha. Very funny. What did happen?”
“No. Straight up………. and we were”
She went pail them crimson
“Who’s we? Not you, Ian, Terry and Mike?
“No, Terry and Mike didn’t appear or it would probably have been all four of us and your cunt would probably have been sorer.”
“You Bastard. You mean to say you and Ian fucked me when I was too pissed to know anything about it? The pair of you just used me?”
“I’ve got the pictures to prove it.”
“And if your other mates had been here you’d have let them use me too?”
“You fucking bastard. What about my feelings? How do you think I feel about it? I object to being used like that. If you are going to let your mates fuck me you could at least have the decency to arrange it so that I know something about it. I don’t just want to be used; I want to be a part of it, I want to enjoy it next time you to invite them round. If Ian thinks I’m a fantastic fuck when I’m out of it, I’ll show him what I can do when I’m sober-ish.”
“Good ‘cos he said he’d like your lips round his cock. I’ll tell him his wish is granted. How about next Saturday?”
I made a mental note to make sure she was not too sober and that Terry and Mike would be there. Sarah was going to be a good time – had by all.