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!
Panic mode shattered into Madeline's consciousness. At first she wasn't entirely sure what she should be worried about. Her muddled brain was putting thoughts together sluggishly.
Her husband. Scott. He had a full head of hair. It was black. She loved running her fingers through it. What had happened to his hair?
Adrenaline shifted Madeline into a higher state of alertness, and she became gradually aware that she was not home. This was not her bedroom. This was not her bed.
No, this room was familiar to her though. She was at the Westin Hotel.
This man beneath her -- INSIDE HER -- was not her husband Scott. It was -- it was Eric. Her girlfriend's hook up. Where was Shelly? Where was Dave?
She froze, her body locked and still, but Eric was fully awake, had been the entire time. His hands had curled around Madeline's waist, and now held her hips firmly. He held her in place while lifting his hips upward.
'Shit, shit, shit,' Madeline thought, feeling more and more of Eric's cock enter her. As his hips rose, they pushed Madeline's inner thighs apart, spreading her open. Madeline squeezed her vaginal muscles tight, gripping Eric's cock as if to stop him with the friction of her. But he kept pushing himself into her, stretching her, filling her completely.
Moments before, her need for her husband's cock had been strong. That need for a man's cock inside her hadn't abated at the discovery this wasn't her husband beneath her. If anything, that need had intensified. What she felt now was white hot, seering arousal. Still, she fought against it.
"Eric?" she whispered down at him, searching the darkness, but already knowing it to be him.
He didn't reply. He merely pulled her mouth back down to his. He kissed her as he slowly lowered his hips.
Madeline felt the void of him leaving her and hated it, then hated herself for wanting his cock back inside her. She wanted it so desperately, but she couldn't.
Once, with Dave, had been an accident, she told herself. Probably because she'd had too much to drink. And if she kept telling herself that lie, it was easy for Madeline to imagine she could be faithful to her husband forever more. It was just one careless fling.
But this -- she couldn't. Not with yet another man.
Eric lay flat upon the bed. Madeline was frozen above him. She hadn't moved after realizing who she was with. His large, throbbing cock was almost entirely out of her now. Only the head was held between her pussy lips, the tip barely pressing against her canal. But it was straight, and upright, and ready to impale her again. Madeline's legs quivered.
Eric curled the flat of his right hand around her back, laying it flat upon her tailbone. There was so much heat in his fingertips, she thought.
Madeline felt him pushing her down onto his hard cock. She gasped, holding her breath briefly, and then melted. Heat from his fingers spread through her like wildfire. She kissed his lips feverishly, found his tongue with her own, and explored the baldness of his head with her finger tips. Then she rolled her hips down onto him.
"Oh, fuck," she gasped.
"You like having a new cock inside you, Madeline, don't you," Eric spoke at last.
Madeline's body fit perfectly with Eric's. She was soft where he was hard, malleable where he was unyielding. He wasn't like Dave, and he wasn't like Scott. He had entirely unique way of filling her. God, he felt good inside her.
