The next morning I woke up to what sounded like an airplane landing in our yard but it was only our neighbor mowing his lawn. My head was hurting and throbbing and I felt like I was half-dead because I was so hungover.
I was thinking, "Why is the fucking neighbor mowing his lawn so early," but when I looked at the clock it was almost noon.
I don't remember when I slept that late before. I crawled out of bed, slipped on a nightshirt, and shuffled towards the kitchen. When I opened the bedroom door, the light almost blinded me and it hurt my eyes. I smelled coffee brewing so I followed the aroma to the kitchen where I found Steve.
"Good morning sunshine. I was just about to check up on you to make sure you were still alive."
I know my husband was joking but I felt like I was dying and replied, "I'm not sure I am alive. Fuck, am I hungover. I swear I'll never have another drink again as long as I live."
Steve laughed at me and replied, "How many times have we said that before?"
I didn't want to hear that and told him, "Shut up."
I guzzled a glass of water to help rehydrate myself and grabbed a big mug full of coffee. Steve already had biscuits with gravy, sausage, and pancakes ready to make because he knew that was my favorite hangover breakfast. I asked my husband to pull down the shades in the kitchen to diffuse some of the light. I sipped my coffee while waiting for breakfast. When Steve served me my plate, I could barely lift my head and took small bites because I wanted to make sure my stomach could handle the food. While I was eating, I began to think about what I did the night before and I started to cry.
Steve looked confused and asked, "What's the matter?"
"I can't believe what I did last night. I'm such as slut. Are you mad at me?"
"Mad at you? Hell no. I thought you were sexy as hell."
"So you don't mind what I, you know, did with your friends?"
"No way. If you recall, I helped talk you into it. As a matter of fact, I would mind if we did it again."
"Don't count on it, Steve. I'm not sure I can ever face Trevor and Andre again. I'm so embarrassed."
"Don't worry about them. I know they won't say anything to anyone either."
I felt a little better after being reassured by my husband and getting some food and caffeine into my system. I still felt and looked like shit but not as bad as when I first woke up. At first, I felt ashamed for acting like a total whore but as the day went on and the alcohol poisoning wore off, I began to think differently. I began to get a tingle in my clit thinking about being caught in my underwear and then being talked into showing off to my husband's friends again. My pussy got damp when I thought about parading around naked in front of them and letting them touch me. My pussy got wet when I recalled fucking and sucking the three guys twice.
Even though I was feeling better about being so promiscuous the night before, I swore I would never, ever do it again. I blamed it on all the alcohol I had consumed and promised I'd never get that drunk again. Forget about doing shots again, those things have always caused me problems. I was young and had a wild night of fun but I told myself that it was a once-in-a-lifetime event that would never be repeated. I rationalized my behavior by thinking that I did it for Steve. It was him that wanted me to fuck and suck his friends so it was mostly his fault.
I was feeling better that evening so Steve and I went out for an inexpensive Italian dinner. When we got home, I hinted that I was feeling a little frisky. I know he wasn't going to turn down having sex so I changed into one of my satin, see-through nightgowns and joined him in the living room.
The first thing he said was, "You look great. Trevor and Andre would love seeing you in this."
"This is for your eyes only. I'm all yours tonight."
We were making out on the sofa and when Steve began to finger fuck me he found my pussy almost as wet as the night before. It was then that he realized why I was horny and how much I enjoyed entertaining his friends.
It led to Steve commenting, "Wow, I'm surprised you're so horny tonight. I thought I wouldn't get laid for a month after seeing how you felt this morning."
"Don't question your good luck, honey."
"Oh, I'm not questioning it," he stated before continuing, "You're still turned on from yesterday aren't you?"
"Shut up and fuck me, Steve."
"No, no, that's it. You liked fucking Trevor and Andre didn't you?"
"I did it for you"
"Well, I loved seeing teasing my friends, sucking their dicks, and fucking them. I almost lost my load when I saw Trevor stick his dick up your ass."
The more he talked, the more turned on I got and Steve noticed my reaction so he kept it up. He told me how much he enjoyed his friends seeing me in my bra and thong and being naked around them was even better. He said it made him want me even more. He didn't understand it but just thinking about it was getting him all worked up. Seeing my husband getting turned on by talking about the night before got me even hotter. We were both on fire by the time we got into the bedroom.
While he was eating my pussy, Steve would stop momentarily to tell me, "I loved seeing Trevor with his head between your legs, watching you squirm and cumming for him."
That made me cum even harder. When I was blowing Steve, he kept talking about watching me suck his friend's dicks and how it turned him on to watch me service them. Seeing me on my knees sucking all three of them was especially exciting for him. He told me to close my eyes and pretend I was sucking them.
