This story resulted from one of my lovely muse's promptings. I am a sucker for when a woman shares her fantasies and desires with me. This one is for her. You know who you are, gorgeous.
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'Ugh damn,' Mary thought groggily, rubbing her forehead as she lay in bed. Everything was a haze as she attempted to get her bearings, but nothing came into focus. Closing her eyes, she realized she still had quite a buzz going from the party last night. 'Well, this morning. I guess...' she mused, recalling that she was still going strong at two in the morning.
Turning over in bed, she settled herself in the warm blankets next to her dozing husband. As sleep began to overtake her, Mary stretched lightly, only to be startled by the realization she was completely nude. Searching her foggy memory, she tried in vain to recall how she had gone to bed.
Vague images of her husband, Art, and their friends partying flitted through her mind. Sure, there had been some playful flirtations between friends and her husband's usual covert groping, but nothing that explained how she had ended the evening naked. Running a hand between her legs, she felt the telltale remains of cum in her neatly trimmed bush.
'Argh! Damn!' she cursed to herself. Apparently, she and Art had ended the evening with a drunken fuck and fallen asleep after... or during? "Fuck," she murmured, frustrated as she shifted under the blankets. Mary lazily massaged the cum out of her pubic hair before moving to rub at her increasingly demanding clit. Eyes closed, she attempted to drift off to dreamland even as her desire for more grew.
'It's not fair that I don't remember,' she chastened herself, recalling how horny she had been the night before.
Shuffling closer to Art, Mary rested her breasts against the side of his chest. Determined to get the satisfaction which she couldn't recall, she reached for his cock, gratified to find him halfway to a solid morning wood. Nuzzling into his shoulder, she worked to bring his manhood to full potency, rocking her nakedness gently against his side as she pushed down his shorts.
"Ahhh yeah," he murmured softly, his hips pumping up at her hand.
Aching with anticipation, the sensation of his thickening manhood in her hand enthralled her. With single-minded intent, Mary slid on top of her husband, laying upon him fully. Kissing his neck, she shuffled her hips forward to position the head of his hot hard cock at the entrance of her slick pussy.
A deeply sated groan rumbled from both of their chests as they pushed at one another. The sensation of his girthy invasion of her intimate environs stoked the fire brewing inside the lovely bride.
Art's arms folded around her, the pair of them rocking together in their half-asleep union. Little by little, her body yielded to receive more and more of his steely offering until she felt his pubic hair tickling at her sensitive nub.
"Oh, fuck yes," she groaned as they began to roll their hips into each other, instinctually building the speed and intensity of their union. 'Oh God,' she thought, 'it's so fucking good. It's been so long since we've had morning sex,' marveling at how quickly she felt herself building to orgasm.
Resting her head against his chest, she submitted to him as he plowed into her with long, hard strokes. Mary gasped, breath escaping whenever he buried his full length, holding it firm inside her quivering depths for tantalizing seconds at a time. Each time she felt on the cusp of release, he pulled back only to bring her to the edge again with his next thrust.
Head lolling as ecstasy threatened to overwhelm her, Mary pushed herself upright, grinding back at his glorious cock as the sheets fell away from them. Feeling his hands gripping her waist, she threw her head back, eyes clenched, as she vigorously writhed upon him, striving toward the inevitable.
With every thrust of her hips the tension within her built. "Ugh! Yes!" she moaned, ramping up her efforts.
"Oh God! Mary!" he groaned, his cock twitching inside her.
Crying, "Yes!" in ecstatic reply, Mary opened her eyes to focus on the shock of her life.
Instead of her husband's familiar soft brown eyes looking up at her, they were the piercing pale blue of Stephen, his best friend, wide with shock.
Her mind reeled, disassociated from her body, which never ceased its frantic ride toward climax.
"Stephen! Ugh! Oh God!" she gasped, the point of no return arriving like a dam bursting. With a final roll of her hips, Mary's pale breasts flushed crimson, her entire body trebling as waves of euphoria racked her thoroughly.
A high pitched, "Garhragh!" escaped from her lips, her eyes rolling back into her head.
The muscles of her cunt clamped down on Stephen's buried cock forcing him over the edge with her. "Fffhhaah! Oh whoa! Ha!" he panted, helpless to stop himself from firing off jet after jet of cum deep within his best friend's bride.
The satisfying sensation of Stephen's virile load confused Mary as she was simultaneously overcome by a powerful sense of shame. She almost sobbed at realization that she had just betrayed Art. At the moment, however, she was unable to do anything but what came naturally, the pair of them grunting and gasping in pleasure until their shared climax slowly receded.
"WHAT THE FUCK!"
Time stopped; Mary's attention abruptly shifted from the surreal shock of what just happened to the doorway of the bedroom just five feet to her right. There, to her utter horror, was her husband, Art, wide eyed from witnessing his wife and best friend in the throes of carnal bliss.
It was only then that Mary realized she wasn't in her own bed, but rather, in their guest room. The implications staggered her mind. How did she end up in here, naked? Did she already fuck Stephen last night? She was certain she had sex last night, but the memory continued to elude her.
She stammered, "Honey, No! We didn't... It... it's not how it seems...," trailing off, panic threatening to consume her. The words sounded ridiculous and hollow in her ears, especially considering there was no hiding from the fact that she sat impaled on their friend's cock.
"'Not what it seems,'" Art spat out. "Fuck, Mary! It sure seems like you're fucking Stephen. You're still riding his dick, for fuck's sake!" The man's eyes were wide in a mixture of shock, anger and exasperation.
Stephen looked helplessly at both of his closest friends, guilt and consternation confusing his response. "Bro, sorry... I... I didn't know... ah fuck!" he pleaded to his friend. "Art... I didn't know..." he finished weakly.
Tears welling in her lovely eyes, Mary leapt off the bed to plead with her husband. "Oh God, Honey!" she begged, collapsing to her knees, attempting to wrap her arms around his waist. "I... I didn't know. I didn't know! I thought it was you. I swear. I swear!" The desperation in her voice was obvious as she choked on tears, dangerously close to losing it.
Confusion clearly dominated her husband's mind. "You didn't know?! I..." he hesitated, attempting to make sense of what he was hearing and seeing. "I heard you calling out each other's name," he accused.
"I was surprised!" Stephen blurted out, pulling up the sheet to cover his nudity. "I just fucking woke up! I thought it was Kelly until a minute ago!" Referring to their mutual friend whom he sometimes hooked up with.
"Yes!" Mary agreed heartily. "I was half asleep, I thought it was you. I... I didn't even open my eyes until... until it was too late. I... I don't know why I am even in here." She gestured around the guest room.
Art's features slackened as realization dawned. "Shit, Babe... we, uh, we had sex in here last night. Don't you remember? You were so horny. You pulled me in here..."
"We did?" Relief warmed Mary's body even as she strained to remember. A small part of her had feared she had willfully fucked Stephen after the party last night. Despite the bizarre circumstance, a heavy layer of guilt lifted from her heart.
"After that..." Art continued recalling, "I went to the bathroom and then to bed. I thought you would so the same. You must have fallen asleep." Turning to Stephen he asked, "How did you end up in bed with her?" with no small amount of suspicion.
Raising his hands to pantomime his innocence, Stephen blurted out, "Brother, I thought it was Kelly, hand to God. She was asleep and I was pretty lit. So, I just got in bed and nodded off."
Nodding his head at Stephen's explanation, Art then grew still and pensive. After a long silence, he let out a loud, "Ha!" as he shook his head softly chuckling to himself.
Perplexed by his sudden change on demeanor, Mary asked, "what's funny?"
"This!" her husband said, waving a hand to indicate the whole situation. "This is fucking funny! I mean, fuck! I can either laugh or get mad, right?!"
"So... you're not mad?" Mary ventured hopefully. "You believe us?"
Slowly nodding, Alex closed his eyes, gathering his thoughts. "I'm... confused," he said quietly, "yeah, I believe you... fuck!" He laughed with a touch of bitterness. "Neither of you are any good at lying. I guess... I guess I'm just bouncing around between laughing, being mad and... turned on."
Mary eyes widened, confused, "turned on?" Only just then did she take note of the tent in Art's shorts.
Slightly embarrassed, Art blushed to admit it. "Well... damn, Babe. Watching you ride him right in front of me was better than porn. I mean... now that I know you aren't sneaking around. It's... it's kind of like a fantasy come true."
"You fantasize about me with other men?"
"Well... yeah," he confirmed. "And women... you doing all sorts of sexy stuff. Would you rather I fantasize about you or other women?"
