I woke up in darkness, groggy as my mind slowly got around to waking up too. A quick check of the clock next to me showed nearly 4 am; little wonder I was still sleepy. I heard a noise from downstairs and realised that it must be my wife back from her night out, she must have woken me when she came in. She was not normally this late though, I thought to myself. I heard her moving around, trying, and failing, to be quiet which was normally a sign that she'd had more than her fair share of booze. As she climbed the stairs, I wondered if we'd be playing our game tonight. We didn't play it often as we didn't really get the chance as our social lives weren't exactly maxed out; indeed it was because Jenny got to go out more than me that it came about.
It all began when she was getting ready for a girls night out and I was sulking because I couldn't go. I'm not normally bothered about such things, but for some reason, on this particular night, I really didn't fancy being stuck in on my own. I'd even suggested wearing one of her dresses for a laugh, just to allow me to join them, but she wasn't having it. She could see that I was upset about it all though and asked what she could do to make it up to me. I suggested that she'd better show me a good time when she got back.
"I think I can do that" she said, putting her arms around my neck and giving me a sultry kiss on the lips. "Anything else?" she asked.
After thinking for a second, I replied "Make up a story about tonight, a steamy story involving you" I told her.
She looked puzzled. "What sort of story? I don't know what you mean"
"Just make something up, if you see someone you fancy, tell me how you made him fuck you in the toilets, that sort of thing. It'd really turn me on"
"Well ok, if that's what you want" she said, unconvinced. Although we'd done the fantasy thing in bed before, I'd never really let on how much it turned me on, and I saw this as an opportunity to crank up the heat a bit. So away she went on her night out, and when she came home, she told me how she'd supposedly fucked a waiter in the alleyway behind a restaurant whilst the girls thought she had gone to the toilet. As it was the first time, it was all a bit disjointed and she was still not sure exactly what I wanted from it, but with coaxing from me she got more and more into it and started describing things in more detail as I bent her over the sofa and fucked her from behind. I came so powerfully inside her that she commented on the fact and finally she realised that it was due to her story so that when I asked her if we could do it again, she readily agreed. And from then on, each time was more graphic and more thought had gone into it which meant that both of us got very turned on during these sessions and came hard each time.
And so here I was, feigning sleep in bed to see what happened; if she just got in without saying anything, then that would be that, but if she tried to strike up conversation, then I was in!
"You awake?" she asked. Bingo.
"Might be" I responded playfully.
"Don't you want to know how my night went, then?" she asked.
"Go on then, tell me" I said turning and faking boredom. "How was Gail?" I added. This was her work friend who she was meeting that night.
"She had to leave early. Her mum called to say her son was feeling poorly, so she went home to look after him"
"Oh" I said. "So what did you do?"
"Well, before all this we'd met some of her old work colleagues out on a leaving do, so we'd sort of tagged along with them. They were fine with me staying; they were all really nice and looked after me, especially one chap, Chris. I've hardly bought a drink all night" she said.
"Oh yes" I said knowingly. "What else did "Chris" do?"
"Well, we bumped into one of his friends, and it just so happened that he'd been stood up also so was about to head of home, but he joined us as well."
"That was convienient" said I, sarcastically.
"Yes, wasn't it" she responded, screwing her nose up at me for interrupting. "Anyway, we got detached from the rest of the group as they were going off to a club and Chris's friend wasn't dressed for it, so we stayed in the pub for a bit. Then Chris suggested we go back to his to try his bottle of Schnapps that he'd been saving for a special occasion. I asked what the occasion was today, he just said he didn't know yet, but something felt special. As I've never tried Schnapps before, I agreed to go back with them."
By this time I was a step ahead of her, and she'd never given me a story involving two men before. My cock was rigid by now in anticipation of what she was going to tell me next. She was still fully clothed and I reached out and felt for her body, moving my hand to feel her breast where I found a rock-hard nipple poking through the fabric. "What happened then?" I asked as I tweaked her bud under my fingertips.
"We went back to Chris's flat he got out the Schnapps, which I really enjoyed, by the way. I was definitely feeling quite drunk by now, and it must have shown as Chris's friend, Sean, had to catch me as I stumbled as I got up to go to the loo. He put his hands around my waist and I sort of fell into his lap, maybe he pulled me a bit too, just to help. Anyway, as I got up again, his hand brushed my boob and it sent shock waves through me and I realised I was getting really turned on. I put my hand down to ease myself back up and let it slip down to his crotch where I felt his hard cock through his jeans. I gave it a quick squeeze before telling them that I really needed to go to the bathroom"