My husband and I finally sat down on the couch. We leaned into each other, glad to relax after having everyone over for drinks and food. There were some football games on tonight and our place is usually where everyone meets up. I was on the verge of being pretty drunk, but coherent enough, I knew I wasn’t going to be sick. That stage where you want to keep drinking, but if you do, it’ll put you right over the edge. I knew my husband was feeling it too. He was taking numerous shots with the boys. This is a man who usually only sticks with beer. Which is what he was still drinking. (probably his nightcap)
I reached forward to grab some water off the coffee table. Sitting up, I carried the water with me and turned to my husband, swinging a leg over him and landing on his lap. I was straddling him, smiling as he was watching the tv and talking out loud about the games. This is also the stage where you are horny and want to have wild drunk sex that you’re too shy to do when you’re sober. Taking a drink of water my husband looked over, as a friend replied to him. Oh fuck! I didn’t know there were still people here! I spit out a little water as I embarrassingly laughed. My hand braced one of his shoulders as I brought my other arm up to my face, wiping the water off.
I leaned backward, placing the water back on the table. My husband placed his hand around my back, holding me up for when I fall completely over. After the water was securely on the table, he pulled me back to him. Hugging my torso into his, we kissed a long and hard kiss. I hummed in happiness as my hands fell onto his crotch, grabbing for the toy that I wanted. I unbuttoned his pants before his friend had a chance to leave. My husband grabbed my hands before I could get any further, called out my name in means to stop me, and looked at his friend. They shared a look, which I assumed meant, “My wife and I are going to fuck now, this is going to get awkward, you should probably leave, catch up with you later.”
We were all looking at each other as our friend slowly got up from his chair. He was so drunk, he stumbled forward, not able to catch himself, and dropped onto the coffee table. Drinks spilled everywhere as he continued in motion, rolling off the table and landing at our feet. I screeched and laughed as I reached down to see if he was all right. The top half of my body had turned, falling over and head-butting our friend. My husbands’ reflexes were too slow and all he could do was grab hold of my waist, keeping my lower half in his lap. We were laughing, drunk people being clumsy.
Suddenly, I felt my husband pulling my pants off above me. I gasped as I pushed myself up, looking back at him. He had a smirk on his lips and was too far into getting into my pants to stop now. He wasn’t at all concerned about how or where our friend was. I looked back down as my arms gave out and I about head-butted our friend again. He was looking at me, sort of intently but in a friendly way. My eyes were spinning, trying to focus. His hand had reached up, brushing my hair out of my face and he leaned in to kiss me. I was in shock and confused about what was happening. I had to be more drunk than I thought I was and I couldn’t stop myself long enough to elaborate. I was letting it happen, I was making out with our friend.
The half of my body that was on the couch was moving back and forth. My husband had a grip on my butt cheeks, grabbing them and spreading them open to get between them with his face. He was biting me all over, trading his mouth for his fingers, running them into my vagina, up past my hole, and down my back. The kiss with our friend was disconnected as my husband pushed and pulled me harder. His hand was deep in my vagina, and I could feel his fingers pressing and curling up inside. His kisses would land on a butt cheek with occasional biting.
Our friend staggered up to the coffee table, sitting me up with him. My husbands’ fingers stayed inside of me moving in and out. My hands reached out, bracing myself on our friends’ knees. Dizzy, I sat there staring at him. My eyes bounced between his eyes. Before I could fall over, our friend grabbed both sides of my face, keeping me steady and kissing me again. I leaned into the kiss, wanting it harder when my husband would pull me back to him, pushing his fingers deep inside me. I leaned forward again and he pulled me back. I started moving back and forth. Back and forth until my husband pulled his fingers away.
At the loss of sensation, one of my hands slipped off our friend’s knee and landed between his crotch. The other hand came down to his side, trying to keep myself held up so I didn’t plant my face on his dick. I looked straight ahead at his torso, trying to focus. I felt my hips being pulled into my husband. He had magically opened his pants and I could feel his dick below me, brushing through the lips of my vagina. I looked up at our friend as he leaned in to kiss me and my eyes closed. One of his hands pressed on my chest as the other held the side of my face. He pushed me up, sitting me all the way up on my husband. I felt his dick glide right into my vagina. A hand grabbed my throat as our kiss broke and I tilted my head back, moaning at the sensation and pressure of my husbands’ dick.
Opening my eyes, I saw that our friend was gone, and it was my husband who pulled me back by my throat. His other hand was on my hip, pushing me forward and pulling me back. The hand on my throat moved its way down, grabbing my boobs, and pinching the tits. His other hand slid down to my clit, circling around it and rubbing up and down. Keeping hold of me, I started to moan as the sensations grew bigger. I felt the build-up of electricity coming out of my clit, out to my hips. My husband kept his fingers on my clit as one of my hands reached down to join him. His other hand came back up to choke me as he could tell my orgasm was close.
Pulses started quivering my body as electricity was shooting out to my hips. I felt tingles up to my face and moaned so loud. I rode him as best I could without falling over and his fingers were stir-crazy on my clit. After a few seconds, his hands grabbed my hips, turning my body to the side, and pushing me onto the couch. His dick didn’t leave its home for too long and he started thrusting into me hard. We were fucking doggy-style on the couch. As my orgasm was slowing down, his was starting. He held my hips again, gripping them tightly, controlling my body, back and forth. I held out a hand to the arm of the couch, keeping my body countered against his. He let out a moan, pushing into me as deep as he could. I held steady for him and could feel how hard he was. He was hitting the end of my tunnel when I dropped my body on the couch. His grip on my hips moved to my butt cheeks, holding them as he thrust back and forth. Back and forth until he calmed down.
By the end, he had let go of me, giving one of my cheeks a good slap. I leaned away and laid on my back, looking at him with a smirk. As he sat down to grab his beer, I looked over to grab some water, but everything was spilled on the floor. I heard footsteps and looked over to see our friend walking past us, covering his view with his hand. “I’m only grabbing some water, carry one, I’m not here,” he said. I sat up, and looked toward the kitchen, asking him, “Could you grab me some too?” My husband spoke up to our friend in a drunken stupor, “That’s the only thing you’re grabbing for her.” It was a marking territory remark. I looked at him and back to our friend laughing. Our friend quickly answered, “Yep!”