The first time I licked cum out of my wife's pussy I was drunk; we both were, in fact. I mention it only because it was a determining factor in taking that first step. Drunk or sober no longer matters anymore now. But that first time it was because we'd been drinking.
We have great hot sex, and we tease each other with fantasies, and we both enjoy dirty talk during sex. Sue has a filthy imagination, but she is easily embarrassed by her lust and desires, so she tends to hold back. Except when she's had a few, then all bets are off, and she lets loose. She'll giggle and laugh about it the next day, but she would never say or do sober what she does drunk, at least she didn't used to. I guess that changed, too. But still, when we wanted to get kinky and nasty, a couple of vodkas and she'd be spewing the nastiest filth and doing things that would make her blush when sober.
The down side to drunk sex was that she had trouble reaching orgasm. She couldn't focus enough, or something. But she could fuck forever. When she was sober she could cum over and over, as many as ten or twelve times a night, but drunk I had to work to get her to cum even once.
So, the night in question we'd had friends over, and because we were the hosts we could both drink, as we didn't have to drive. After everyone left we were cleaning up and started getting frisky, touching each other, kissing. We chatted a little about the party and our friends, and in between the chatter engaged in some light fondling. Knowing that we were drinking had me thinking about sex most of the night, and I wanted to get started. I was drunk too, as I said, and there are times when I can't cum either, but we hadn't done it for a few days, and I knew I'd get there even if it took a while. While I cleaned the table I mentioned how pretty I thought she was, and that she was the hottest of our friends. She started responding as we finished the dishes. I commented on her outfit, and told her it looked pretty good on her.
"Oh, really? Pretty good?" she asked. Her eyes glinted, and I knew we were off to the races. "I suppose that someone else's outfit looked better?" I knew from past nights that when she compared herself to other women was a lead to her dirty talk, and I jumped on the ride.
"Well, I thought Lisa's outfit was hot," I said. Lisa is our single friend who had been one of the four guests, along with Dave, another single, and Donna and Mark, a married couple. We'd all known each other for years.
"Oh, did you?"
"Yeah, her top really showed off her boobs, and that skirt was so short, I thought that I might catch a glimpse of panties."
"Oh yeah? You'd like that, huh? You want to see up Lisa's skirt and see what she's got?" She stepped into me, her hands on my hips, and pushed her hips forward. Her eyes were glazed a little.
"Sure, you know I like to see pussy. Panties are nice too."
"You want to fuck her, too, I bet." She licked her lips. "Maybe you'd like her to flash her panties at you, and you'd get hard, and fuck her right on the table."
"Maybe I should just go down on her first."
"M-mm, yeah, you want to eat Lisa's pussy while I watch you?"
"Or help me," I grinned, and kissed her. Her tongue swirled into my mouth and she moaned into me. She broke the kiss. "Your tongue would look so hot in her pussy," I whispered.
"But my tongue would not be available," she said, "because I'd be sucking Mark's giant cock!" Mark was famous in our group for being well endowed. "His package looked great in those pants tonight! So while you were tonguing Lisa, I'd be worshipping his massive rod." She moved her hand to the front of my pants, and rubbed me, feeling my erection. "O-oo, you like that idea, don't you? You want to see me suck Mark's big fat cock?"
"Only if you're watching me fuck Lisa's shaved cunt while you do it," I replied, feeding her fire. "But what would Donna say?"
"That nasty slut would love it," she cooed, unsnapping my jeans and slipping her hand inside. "She'd push my fucking head down on his dick and make me choke." Her hand slipped into my briefs and grabbed my shaft. "Then she'd climb up on the table and sit on Lisa's face while you fuck her!" She pulled my pants down and I stepped out of them, kicking off my shoes. She took me by the dick and led me from the kitchen to the bedroom, talking all the way. "You would see Lisa sticking her tongue up Donna's hot cunt, licking her clit, and tongue fucking her while you pounded her hole. You'd like that, wouldn't you? You love the girl-girl action, you dirty boy." She stepped to the bed and sat on it, pulling me towards her by my cock. "Of course, that would leave poor Dave with nothing to do but fuck me."
And she opened her mouth and dove on my dick like a woman possessed. She stroked me with her mouth repeatedly, and every so often would pull off, rub my saliva slicked cock on her face, and talk more, painting an erotic scenario from her alcohol and lust-fevered brain.
"He would pull my panties off me, and lift up my skirt, and jam his fingers into my cunt. It would force me to take more of Mark's cock." Then back to sucking me.
