The wife returned from the wedding.
That evening, I sat, staring blankly at the fireplace fire and slowly sipping coffee from a large mug. My beloved and unique wife had gone to a friend's wedding and promised not to return soon. I knew I would have a celebration tonight and so decided to wait for her, no matter how late she came. I didn't call or text, so as not to spoil the intrigue. She didn't call either. When my Nastena drinks, she becomes completely reckless. Though even sober she is capable of a great deal, but that recklessness of hers is quite controlled and manageable. That's why I love her. But when she's tipsy... That's something else! I waited. Waited patiently and diligently, as befits
a proper amateur cuckold.Outside the gate, the tires of an arriving car rustled and a car door slammed. The garden gate slammed. It slammed harder and louder than usual, and heels clicked across the courtyard's stone slabs. But they clicked unevenly, unrhythmically, and very uncertainly. And every other step, they screeched, going into a skid. My heart began to beat stronger. Not faster, but somehow more powerfully and with more resonance. Its thuds echoed loudly in my ears. "Finally!" flashed through my mind. My fingers trembled finely and unpleasantly. I set the mug on the table and threw a couple more logs into the fireplace. The front door opened quietly and didn't close for a very long time. Then it finally closed. I heard the thud of a purse thrown on the floor.
— Daaarling, — I heard the tender and extremely intoxicated voice of my "better half" — I think I'm home already.
And immediately a silly giggle was heard. The hallway simply smelled of alcohol and sluttiness. Blood rushed to my ears and groin. My hands tightly squeezed the armrests of the chair. But outwardly I remained quite calm. Nastya entered the living room with very unsteady steps. She was swaying considerably. Her thin, shapely, slender legs buckled and convulsively straightened, trying to maintain balance. Her loose, jet-black hair carelessly spread over her shoulders in shiny curls. Her usually white, matte facial skin was now touched with a blush. Her light gray eyes with long black lashes examined me greedily with a dulled, stupid, and lustful gaze. An expensive long black coat was unbuttoned, and its hem was dusty. The top three buttons on her blue blouse were undone, and from the collar, a white matte breast peeked out defiantly. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her already short skirt was slightly hitched up, as if rolled up enough that the lace of her thin stockings was visible. Both on the stockings and the skirt, whitish stains and streaks were visible. Her shoes were dusty and also in something else. Either salad dressing or vomit. In her hand, my little wife tightly held a bottle of good wine, with only half left. Her lovely, tender lips with smeared lipstick smiled every minute. No doubt about it, an extremely indecent sight, but very arousing for certain enthusiasts.
— Wow! — I drawled with feigned delight. — How beautiful we are. — Had a good time?
— Yesss, everything was wonderful, — Nastya answered, giggling stupidly again, her tongue barely obeying.
She swayed heavily again. Her torso leaned back, and her pelvis jutted forward. My beloved involuntarily took a small step back to keep her balance. The heels of her shoes clicked loudly on the floor. I adore this movement in drunk women. It's so frank, vulgar, and amazingly arousing.
"Damn it! How good you must feel right now! And how I want you, my girl!" flashed through my mind. I thought my cock would tear through my pants. From my wife emanated a mixture of perfume, alcohol, fabric, dust, someone else's sperm, and something else wildly arousing and exciting. I was even aroused by her well-groomed palm stroking her stomach. It arched somehow femininely and beautifully, gleaming with manicure, standing out beautifully against the fabric of her skirt.
— I really want to fuck, — Nastya declared, — Let's have you fuck me first, and then I'll tell you everything.
She came right up to me, set the bottle on the table with a thud, and with one hand again stroked her lower stomach, blissfully rolling her eyes, and with the other began to gently tousle my hair. Nastya swayed again, but this time my head served as her support. I decided not to indulge my lovely one, but I didn't want to force her either, so I tried to provoke her. And it worked!
— Oh. Don't tell me you didn't manage to fuck anyone all evening. I won't believe it. Did you find at least a couple of decent fuckers for yourself? With your looks and character...
Nastena thoughtfully raised her eyes upward for a few seconds.
— Yes, of course, not without that, but...
— So how many? — I insisted.
— Eight..., — and my wife stared devotedly into my eyes.
My cock simply buzzed. My fingertips and ears went cold. Apparently, all the blood I had gathered in my groin area.
— Aaand?..
— Imagine, I didn't achieve the desired result.
— How come?
— As if you don't know that except with you, I don't come that powerfully and deeply with anyone.
— Well, still, you came at least once, right?
— Yes, and not just once, but somehow...
— How?!
I stood up and began helping my wife take off her coat and shoes.
— Well, tell me. Don't torment me.
— Well, at first everyone behaved properly and even primly. An hour later, when everyone was tipsy, including me, I already wanted some adventure. Some relative of Sveta's invited me to dance. Acting all proper. But I myself moved his hands from my waist to my ass. Without even finishing the dance, we went to the utility room. There was a veeery convenient table there. I sat on this table and, without further ceremony, spread my legs. I had already managed to take off my panties in the bathroom. He went to kiss me, but I took him by the hair and pulled him down to lick me first. He licked poorly. But by that time I was already turned on, so there were no problems. I was already wet. I let go of his hair and started unbuttoning his pants fly. His dick was small but hard. I wanted it so badly that I just grabbed him by the "head" and shoved him into my vagina all the way. He fucked me skillfully and measuredly. He groaned so sweetly and looked at me with loving eyes. I lifted my legs up and grabbed his hips with my hands. I wanted to push him deeper into me. But... Too small. And imagine, Dim, this asshole came! I was just getting fired up, and he came, damn it! He groaned somehow confusedly and shook. I feel it flowing... Shiiit! Like a pimply virgin, I swear.
While telling the story, Nastya, swaying, paced the room and continued sipping wine from the bottle, tenderly and greedily stroking her lower stomach after each sip. I shook my head sympathetically. For I knew that an unsatisfied drunk woman is serious business.
— And then what? — I asked impatiently.
— Well, what then? Cursed him out, kicked him with my foot, and went to the hall to look for someone more resilient. His sperm was running down my legs, but I was hardly interested by then.
I looked again at the legs of my better half, on which streaks were visible on the inner sides of her thighs.
— I caught another one in the smoking room. That one was younger and stronger. True, a bit dull. Took a long time to figure out what I wanted from him. But what a cock he had, — Nastya dreamily raised her eyes upward. — With him, I came twice. True, he was too hasty, but still I discharged a little. And he had about half a glass of sperm. A whole puddle leaked out of me onto the table. He asked for my phone. But I didn't give it. Not my type. — My wife paused.
— Well, and then? — I insisted, seeing that my beauty was already carried away and would spill all the information.
— Then I took a short break. Back to the table, congratulations, toasts, contests, attractions. In short, a wedding. Sveta herself got pretty drunk and fucked her fiancé a couple of times in the same utility room. She looked great in that pose in her wedding dress.
— And what, were you watching or something?
— Of course. I showed them that place. Anyway, that really turned me on and I went looking for adventures again. In the smoking room stood some lonely student. Surprisingly, sober. Didn't have to explain long to him. Despite his young age, he turned out to be quite good. He fucked me for a long time, rhythmically, and well. I moaned like a bitch and came heartily a couple of times. Then we changed positions. I sat on top of him and started rhythmically and smoothly, you know how I can, bringing him to orgasm. I wanted to give him pleasure. He came violently and abundantly. And I let him kiss me on the lips. Right now I remembered that moment and got wet again. — Nastya stroked her crotch. Her palm gleamed in the lamp's rays. — See how much I want you! And you interrogate me like a prisoner! — My better half attacked me with feigned anger.
— Don't get distracted, — I said calmly.
— Promise you'll fuck me later when I finish.
— Of course, my lovely, — I assured her solemnly.
Nastena walked, swaying, to the windowsill. Along the way, she struck that tempting pose I described above twice and sat down on it. At the same time, she slightly spread her knees so that I could see her pussy. "What a bitch. She sat down like that on purpose," I thought. Finally finishing the wine, she set the empty bottle aside, got even more drunk, and continued.
— Then I managed to pick up two waiters. True, they refused for a long time, explaining that they weren't supposed to and that they were at work. But I'm your little bitch, and I know how to reel in a man if he's not a fag or impotent. So they fucked me together right away. It was magical. One fucked me in the pussy, and the other in my mouth. Then they switched places. I writhed like a snake. It was wonderful, but, alas, not enough. Both came fairly quickly right into my stomach. I only managed to come once and not at full strength. Well, then I hardly remember what happened next. After those two, I got pretty tired and decided to go outside for some air to rest. Apparently, those rapid-fire waiters told someone about me, that I give it out indiscriminately. Two guys approached me and, though very gently, quite decisively dragged me into a car that was parked not far from the porch. By the way, the interior was very clean and spacious. There they arranged the final celebration of the flesh for me. — My little wife rolled her eyes again and passionately stroked her crotch.
— How many were there? — I asked, burning with desire.
— Three. They fucked me for about an hour and a half. The car was rocking. Both in the mouth and in the pussy. I don't give my ass to anyone, ever. But still, it was somehow gray and monotonous. I came a couple of times, but without spark. Maybe I was already tired, or maybe just drunk. Don't know. They offered to drive me home. I went to the hall, took my purse, said goodbye to Sveta, and they drove me. And here I am.
Nastya languidly stretched, rose from the windowsill with difficulty, and, almost falling, came over to me. Her beautiful, slender body was relaxed and uninhibited. Every movement of hers was, or seemed, seductive and desirable. Eight people had fucked this woman today and still hadn't satisfied her. She still radiated lust, shamelessness, vice, and desire.
— So, are you going to fuck me today or not? — she asked in an impatient tone. — I want to fuck! I want your huge cock! I know it's already smoking! You love to fuck me when I'm tipsy after other men. I'll spread my legs all the way to my shoulders for you, like you love.
Nastya jerked her skirt up in front.
— Look, eight cocks pushed into this little pussy today. Sperm and my juices are still flowing from it. I want to fuck! Only you can quench this passion in me.
My beloved stood before me drunk, barely standing on her feet, fucked-out, and cum-covered. Her eyes looked at me dully and greedily, and these eyes wanted nothing now but sex. With every second, I grew wild with desire and lust. I gently took my wife by the hips and sat her on my lap. Nastya immediately dug her lips into mine, and we merged in a long, greedy kiss, as if we hadn't seen each other for a year. Her little tongue playfully wandered over my teeth.
— So you say they fucked you, bitch? — I clarified, tearing myself away from her mouth. — Like the last whore? And you liked it?
— Yes! — she blurted out, — they fucked all my holes. They came liters inside me. They fucked your drunk whore, but didn't really satisfy her.
Nastya spread her knees and, taking my hand, pushed it into her crotch.
— Here, feel how wet she is from juices and sperm! How hot she is and how slippery. My little pussy is on fire. She wants to fuck! She urgently needs to be fucked, my gaping hole!
My girl rolled her eyes when I slightly squeezed the tender flesh of her pussy in my hand.
— Aaah! — escaped from her throat, — Well, fuck me already!
— Oh-oh-ah-ah... How gooood! Finally, my boy, my beloved is fucking me! My little pussy is having a celebration! My beloved will satisfy me now. Satisfy my drunk little pussy! I waited all evening for your huge cock. It's so hot, so hard. Ooooh!
This went on for about half an hour. I lost track of time and any sense of reality. I had one desire — to fuck, fuck, and fuck this insatiable hot pussy until the end of time. I wanted to dissolve in this passion and lust like sugar in tea. And then suddenly my wife's eyes opened wide, her legs convulsively trembled, and she grabbed my buttocks with her hands. I understood that my girl was coming. Coming powerfully, deeply, and heartily, as, according to her, only happens with me. I froze. First, her breathing stopped. Then her body arched like a bow, and then she screamed in unearthly bliss.
— A-a-a-a-a-hhh! — then went limp and quieted down. Her breathing evened out, and she whispered: — Oh God! How good I feel. And now you, my boy. Come on!
With a few thrusts, I brought myself to ecstasy. It seemed like a liter of sperm poured out of me. I growled like a bear. And before my eyes, pictures formed from the events Nastya had told. And it was beautiful. Then I went limp, slowly slid off my wife, and quietly lay down beside her. Nastena, in gratitude for the pleasure given, tenderly kissed me on the lips, cheeks, forehead, and whispered banal sweet nothings. We were happy.
Such things happen to us very infrequently. For we understand that it's not healthy, not normal, and not right. We lead a healthy lifestyle, go to the gym, eat right. But sometimes...