Hours later, Madeline awoke in her own bed. She wrinkled her nose when she realized she was lying in the "wet spot". That was unusual. Normally Scott, ever the chivalric gentleman, relegated the wet spot for himself, wherever it might be in their bed. Madeline's first reaction was disappointment, but then she smiled at the thought that there even was a wet spot. It meant the week-long dry spell between she and her husband was over! They had made love!
Her head was thick with too much drink, thoughts forming slowly. And while she didn't feel hungover, she was glad the curtains were drawn closed and the room was dark.
She thirsted for a tall glass of water. Her mouth was so very parched ... another sign that she'd drunk too much. She thought about tossing on her nightgown, stumbling down to the kitchen to fetch one, but then thought better of it.
"Too much effort," she mumbled quietly, curling her arm around Jack's chest. He stirred, whether from her touch or her soft-spoken words, she couldn't be sure which.
"I love you, Jack," she whispered, nestling into the crook of his arm.
Her hand gently stroked his chest hairs, while her brain tried to recall the events from earlier this evening. The fog of that memory was heavy. Ugh, how much had she drunk?
She recalled dancing at the Bounty Lounge with her best friend, Shelly, and then--
Holy shit! Memories of the hours spent up in Eric's suite flashed like snippets of a movie trailer before her eyes. Well, a porn movie trailer, that is.
Paired and led by her BFF, Madeline had done a striptease in front of two guys she didn't know. One of them was a guy that Shelly had hooked up with at the club a week before, and bumped into again tonight.
'Oh my God, the look on their two faces as Shelly slowly stripped me down in front of them,' Madeline's face flushed with the memory. A pleasant tingle stirred in her loins. Her hand started to drift lazily down Scott's abdomen, over his stomach.
After stripping her naked, Shelly had taken Madeline into the hotel bedroom. Madeline didn't consider herself bisexual, but once there, well, things just started to happen.
'I can't believe I ate her pussy,' Madeline smiled, her fingers searching for, than finding, her husband's cock. He was already firm at her touch, semi-erect. Madeline's fingers curled around his thickness appreciatively.
Her mouth and lips were still extremely dry, but she thought she had a remedy for that cottonmouth. As she slowly stroked Scott's shaft, she started to kiss and lick down his chest, over his abdomen, and down toward his groin.
Madeline rose to her knees, and nearly fell over. She flailed out with her free hand, then felt Scott's hands on her shoulder, steadying her.
'So he's awake?' she thought. 'Good!'
And then, as she wobbled again, she laughed softly.
"I may have had a little too much to drink tonight."
In the faint light, Madeline found her prize. Her lips pressed against the tip of her husband's cock, and she kissed it softly. And just like that, her mouth was no longer dry. Anticipation of what was to come had her mouth watering. Madeline licked her lips.
She smelled her sex upon him. Their lovemaking must have been intense, because the thick, musty scent was strong everywhere around his tummy and groin. Madeline tried to recall what they had done together, but her first thoughts drifted to Dave. He was one of the the strangers she had done a striptease for earlier this evening. And then later, she had fucked him. Dave had the most unusual cock. He was hard, constantly hard, and his cock wasn't straight, like Scott's. It curved upward, like the tip was always straining for the ceiling, or like it was tugged upward by invisible puppet strings.
'Oh my God, Dave gave me such a good pounding,' Madeline sighed, licking her tongue across the length of Scott's cock. Her husband moaned contentedly, and so she licked the length of him a second time, more slowly this time.
She tasted herself on him. Or rather, she thought, it must be a dried mixture of both his and her cum that now sloppily coated his dick. Yes, that must be it, because surely he came while he was inside her. The wet spot Madeline was now kneeling in was far too big to be from her alone!
'Is he at all suspicious that another man came inside my pussy earlier tonight?' Madeline smiled with a lecherous grin. Her thoughts swirled again to the many different positions Dave had fucked her in, each more satisfying than the last.
"Mmmmmmmm," Madeline moaned, taking her husband's sweet, still sticky cock, into her mouth. She could feel him growing larger, getting harder in her mouth. Her lips and tongue brought him from slightly firm to rock hard stiff.
Scott was straight, not curved. At first she felt a twinge of disappointment at that. The slight upward turn of Dave's cock had been an entirely new and pleasant sensation for her.
Madeline reached one hand down between her legs. She rubbed her fingers over her pussy mound, and wondered what it might be like to have Dave's curved cock sliding up inside her while giving her husband a sloppy, wet blowjob.
'Oh God, that would be so hot,' she thought, and the idea of it intensified the sucking motions she now made on her husband's dick. This pleased him, she could tell, as his fingers swept through her hair, grabbing a fistful and then using it to firmly guide her pace.
Madeline whimpered in pleasure. Scott had never done that before, and she recalled Shelly's discussion about him being Alpha. Was this new behavior because she had left the house in such provocative attire?
While she sucked Scott off, Madeline side one finger up her vagina. She held that finger in a slight curve, imagining it to be Dave's cock. She angled it into her cunt, delighting in the feel of it.
"Oh, Scotty, I love this cock," she mewed contentedly. She then wrapped her lips back around his pole, sucked on his shaft back into her mouth.
Scott's rapid breathing told her he was drawing closer and closer to ejaculating. Part of her wanted him to explode in her mouth, to feel his intense release jetting down her throat. A much bigger part, however, wanted something else.
"No," she told him quietly, pulling her head off his dick. "I want you to cum inside me."
Madeline kept stroking him with one hand, but started making a trail of kisses back up his belly, atop his abdomen, and toward his chest. As her mouth kissed along his body, she lifted one leg to straddle him.
"Oh, baby," she whispered, "I need you. I need this big cock of yours inside me."
It bothered her that the alcohol she'd drunk had blocked all memory of their earlier lovemaking tonight. Why could she only recall the thorough fucking Dave had given her at the hotel? As pleasurable as it had been, it wasn't the thing she wanted to be most memorable from this evening. Madeline sought to remedy her memory lapse by riding her husband hard, now, and feeling him burst inside her. Again!
She held Scott's erect manhood in her hand, guiding him toward her pussy. As her lips closed upon the nape of his neck, she slowly slid down onto him.
"Oh God," she said, feeling him start to fill her. "Ohhhhhhh!"
It was amazing and wonderful. This is what she needed: her husband's stiff, thick cock, sliding up into her slit, stretching her wide as he entered her. As Madeline continued to sink downward, dissolving onto him, she kissed the underside of his jawline, working slowly toward his mouth.
Their lips touched, and she brought her hands up to curl around the back of his head. And then her brain seized. Her eyes flew open. The jarring distortion of reality crashed upon her.
Her fingers were curled around her husband's head, but ... he had no hair. HE WAS BALD!
