Alicia groggily opened her eyes, trying to focus. She felt a chill on her skin. She was naked. Her head was lying on someone's bare stomach, not a pillow. She lifted her head, and through the dim morning light streaming through the windows, she saw her husband on the floor, also bare-assed naked, laying next to a naked Jeff. It slowly sunk in that it wasn't her husband on the bed with her, and she turned her head to see who she was laying on. She swallowed hard seeing Emily naked, on her back on the bed with her. What the hell happened?
Alicia quietly pushed herself up, sitting on the edge of the bed, pausing a moment, then stood up. She tiptoed through the room and into the attached bathroom, softly shutting the door behind her. She flipped on the light.
"Shit," she moaned, the bright light seemed to burn into her eyes. After a couple of minutes, her eyes started to adjust, and she turned to look at herself in the full-length mirror on the door. "Shit," she repeated looking at the mess.
There were dried fluids on her breasts, neck and face. She moved closer to the mirror, seeing the stuff even in her hair. It didn't take her long to realize it was dried cum. Turning away from her reflection, she quickly sat down on the toilet to pee, and wipe herself. Her pussy and inner thighs were also covered with dried juices. She stood up, flushed, and then reached in to turn on the shower. She stepped in underneath the freezing water, waiting for it to warm.
Alicia grabbed the bar soap, and started to clean away the mess, rubbing everywhere. When she reached down to her coated pussy, she felt a shudder run through her. She was sore, but it also felt so sensitive. Alicia bit her lip, but kept rubbing, feeling the water dripping along with her own new wetness. She leaned back against the shower wall, her hand furiously pushing against her clit. She didn't hear the bathroom door open, or the shower curtain slide open. It wasn't until she felt someone step in the small space with her that her eyes flew open.
Emily stood there next to her, naked, but Alicia couldn't stop her hand moving up and down, caressing her clit, she was so close to an orgasm. Emily pulled the shower curtain closed, and then leaned over to lick one of Alicia's nipples, and then fully suck it into her mouth, while placing her hand over the hand on Alicia's pussy.
Their two hands together were stroking Alicia's pussy as Emily continued to suck on Alicia's aching hard nipple. Alicia's head rolled back against the wall, her eyes closed, helplessly lost in pleasure. Her hips were thrusting out, and her other arm had come to settle around Emily's shoulder.
The shower curtain slid back again, and David and Jeff hungrily watched the women playing in the shower. Just then Alicia's climax began to build to a crescendo, her eyes popped open to look at the two naked men standing there watching. They both had hard-ons, and were stroking each other's cocks.
"Oh my god," she moaned. "Oh god, don't stop. I'm coming!" She slipped over the edge, climax pounding through her. Luckily Emily was there to collapse on, or she would have fallen over, her legs were so shaky.
"Good morning ladies," her husband, David said. "When you're all done cleaning up, why don't you join us in the bedroom? We'll try not to get too big of a head start." The men walked out, leaving the women in the shower. Slowly Alicia's breathing was returning to normal.
"Are you okay, kiddo," Emily said, slipping her arm around Alicia as she stood back up. "You must be a little fuzzy after last night."
Alicia closed her eyes, leaning back, trying to focus. Suddenly all these images flashed across her mind. She was kissing Emily, lying on the bed naked with Emily eating her pussy. She had a cock in each hand, with cum squirting on her.
"Oh my god."
"I guess it's all coming back to you, huh," Emily said, smiling. "You did have a lot to drink."
