Blake Masters wondered if anything could be worse than waking up on a strange sofa in a strange apartment with his head pounding and his stomach roiling.
Through his bloodshot eyes, he observed his wife of five years and a neighbor coming down the hallway of the neighbor's apartment... she, dressed in the same clothes as last night but with her hair messed and her makeup gone, he, in a pair of boxer briefs that showed he was endowed way beyond average. They were both smiling brightly.
Yes, he thought to himself, there is something that could be worse.
Elaine Masters' smile turned to a frown when she saw her husband looking at her slack-jawed. She was hoping he would still be sleeping when she and Daryl Stevens were done having sex for the third time since last night. She knew she was going to tell her husband about her activities, but she would have much preferred to do it in private after they returned to their own apartment; not in Daryl's apartment with him standing there smirking.
"What the fuck, Lainey?" he yelled. "How could you do that to me?"
The exertion proved too much for Blake. He doubled over and spewed the contents of his stomach on the carpet in front of the sofa. Both Lainey and Daryl recoiled in disgust.
"Fuck, man, that's uncool," Daryl wailed.
"Like what you two did wasn't?" Blake croaked.
Daryl at least had the good grace to look contrite for a split second.
"Come on, slut. He can clean this mess up while we clean up your mess," Blake said, staggering toward the apartment door.
Lainey's first reaction was to help Daryl clean up the mess her husband had made, but hearing Blake call her a slut rocked her back on her heels, so to speak. Because her husband of five years had never talked to her this way before, she figured discretion was the better part of valor and started toward the door behind him.
"Lainey..." Daryl began, but stopped when the woman raised her hand to give him a visual stop sign.
Lainey waited silently while Blake struggled with the key in the lock of the apartment directly across the hall from Daryl's. When he finally got the door open, he staggered inside with Lainey following.
Crashing down on his own sofa, Blake worked his body into a position where he was half-sitting, half-laying. His eyes looked sunken and haunted.
"What could you possibly say that I would want to hear, Lainey?" Blake rasped. "You got what you wanted, even though you kept telling me you didn't want it.
"Was it everything you hoped for?"
Lainey had gone over several options in her head in the few seconds from Daryl's apartment to the one she shared with her husband. She couldn't see any option working except the surprise element of the truth.
"It was... absolutely the best night of sex I've ever had in my life," she said calmly, showing no sign of fear or anxiety. "You saw the size of the weapon in his shorts; you've seen him in a Speedo. He knows how to use that thing... twice last night and again this morning.
"While you slept passed out like a drunken monkey. I hope you're proud of yourself."
Blake blushed at the accusation. He had never passed out from drinking before. Thinking back on the evening, he recollected only having four mixed drinks at the party before waking up on Daryl's sofa that morning.
"What did that fucker give me last night? I only had four drinks..." Blake started to respond.
"Yeah, right," his wife replied, although she had to admit to herself that she had never seen her husband as out of it as he appeared to be last night.
"Regardless... you're saying it's okay to cheat on me if I get drunk?"
"When you embarrass yourself and me..." Lainey said, purposely not finishing her statement.
Blake staggered into the kitchen, grabbed a handful of aspirin and a bottle of water. He then staggered into the shower.
As the fog cleared from Blake's brain, he thought back over the last few months. He knew it was a matter of time before his wife betrayed him. She all but told him she would the first time she laid eyes on Daryl.
With their careers starting to flourish, Blake and Lainey had moved into the higher-end apartment complex seven months ago. Several neighbors went out of their way to welcome the pair, including their neighbor across the hall. Daryl was outgoing and friendly, a handsome man who appeared to spend a lot of time in the gym. Blake noticed that the neighbor appeared to spend more time paying attention to his wife than to him, something that was not uncommon since Lainey was a beautiful blonde with big boobs and a fantastic body.
Blake was a good-looking man, but he knew his wife was at the least a high nine on a 10-point scale. Men hit on her on a regular basis, even in front of him sometimes, but until Daryl Hauff came along, his wife seemed immune to their charms. He watched as Lainey tried to play it cool with Daryl, but failed miserably. He caught her constantly sneaking looks at the man and flushing, but what really gave her away in Blake's mind was her denial of the attraction. When Blake pointed out in a casual conversation with her that Daryl was a handsome man, she blushed deeply, took a deep breath and then uttered, "Hmm. I suppose so."
Never before had his wife ducked a statement. Open communication was a hallmark of their relationship. No subject was off the table, even if they disagreed. Neither was afraid of a well-thought-out argument. Lainey's refusal to engage spoke volumes.
Things only got a little worse the first time the pair encountered Daryl at the complex pool in the summer. The man appeared to be packing a large snake in his board shorts, and Blake saw that his wife definitely noticed.
Blake was not going to sit idly by and watch as his wife was slowly seduced by his neighbor. Several times in the next few weeks he subtly let it be known to both parties that he would not brook interference in his marriage by Daryl.
"Have I ever given you any indication that I would cheat on you, babe?" Lainey said to him after he had again reminded her that he would not tolerate her breaking their vows. "Don't turn into a paranoid idiot."
Blake watched his wife carefully over the next several weeks. He wasn't happy when she told him about Daryl's party coming up in two weeks, but felt he really couldn't justify staying away. There would be several other neighbors attending, as well as people from Daryl's workplace.
Blake and Lainey walked across the hall about five minutes after the party started. They mingled with several neighbors and met several of Daryl's co-workers. After getting their second margaritas of the evening, they split apart to mingle on their own, something they often did at parties. Only this time, Blake made sure to keep his wife in view most of the time. He found it odd that she seemed to be avoiding their host.
Blake didn't hesitate to accept his third margarita directly from Daryl. He never noticed that he was starting to feel buzzed after accepting the drink. He remembered having yet another margarita sometime later, but didn't remember much else until he woke up on Daryl's sofa.
Daryl made sure that Lainey noticed her inebriated husband staggering around his apartment and slurring his speech while talking to other people at the party.
"You never told me he was such a lightweight," he chuckled as Lainey looked at her husband and frowned.
When the party finally broke up, Lainey and Daryl picked up the worst of the mess and put a blanket over the prone Blake.
"It's karma, Lainey. He deserves what he gets, and you deserve to get some of this," Daryl said as he took the woman's hand and ran it down to his crotch.
She took another look back at her husband, then followed Daryl to his bedroom, her pussy moistening as she walked. She had been waiting for this day for almost six months.
Lainey wasn't disappointed when she got Daryl's rock-hard dick out of his pants. It had to be almost double her husband's six inches, and looked to be twice as thick as well. She wrapped both of her small hands around it, one on top of the other, and found several inches still poking out the top. She leaned in and licked the head like one licks a lollipop. Daryl smiled brightly and began undressing the woman.
His smile got even bigger as more clothes came off. She was every bit the goddess he imagined.
The pair started in missionary, their tongues dueling as they kissed. They switched to doggy after several minutes, and Lainey had her first orgasm when Daryl finally was able to get his entire length inside her vagina.
"Oh, so good, so big. Fuck me harder, Daryl," she moaned.
Daryl came several minutes after Lainey did, holding himself deeply inside the woman with his big, strong hands. He noticed that she never asked him to use a condom, and he certainly wasn't offering.
The pair snuggled for about 20 minutes before Lainey noticed Daryl's cock was starting to show life again. She slid down his solid body and popped the semi-hard unit into her mouth.
Once she had him completely hard, Lainey climbed on top and started grinding her clitoris against the base of Daryl's cock. It didn't take long for her to climax a second time before she changed her motion to bouncing up and down on the man's large appendage. Daryl could hear the squishing noises her pussy was making as she rode his cock to yet another orgasm. She went from low moans to noisy groans before she started shrieking. She took the man over the top when she had a fourth climax.
Daryl was asleep five minutes later. Lainey got out of bed, went down the hall and checked to make sure her husband was sleeping soundly. She looked at the prone form of her husband, smirked broadly and went back to Daryl's room, sliding into bed up against the big man's back.
The sun was streaming into the bedroom when Lainey felt fingers running up and down her pussy lips. She bucked her hips into those fingers as she awoke, wrapping her arms around her lover and giving him a passionate good-morning kiss.
"Mmm... good morning, lover," she whispered. "Sleep well?"
"Oh yeah. Now how about we celebrate the morning before we wake up your loser husband," he said.
Lainey frowned. Despite what she was doing at the moment, she still loved her husband and didn't feel comfortable with Daryl's spoken humiliation.
"The least you could do is remember whose wife I am and try to show him a little respect," she said.
"Yeah, okay," he responded back quietly.
It was several minutes before they heard Blake stirring in the living room.
******
Lainey was sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee when Blake walked in. He poured himself a cup of coffee and went to his usual seat at the table. He sniffed the air a couple of times, smelling the leftover aroma of his wife's arousal and Daryl's cum.
"You need to shower," he said blankly.
"After we talk," she answered.
"Just don't tell me 'it didn't mean anything. It was just sex,'" Blake growled.
"Fair enough, because it wasn't just sex. I won't lie to you, it was the best sex of my life," she announced.
"So you've already said, so I guess I'll believe you," he said.
