I ran into the bathroom as my husband, Steve, his right hand coated with my cum triumphantly returned to what remained of the party downstairs. I leaned my head against the bathroom door locking it with one hand while the other squeezed my throbbing pussy hoping it might calm my racing heart and spinning head.
We were both very drunk from a full day of dinking at a 'welcome to the neighborhood pool party' hosted by our neighbor's Tom and Jenny. We moved in a couple weeks earlier and this party was thrown in our honor with about fifty to sixty neighbors; all of them about ten years or more our senior. We had just toured the second floor of Jenny's impressive McMansion and were standing at the banister overlooking the extraordinary foyer of the house.
Steve slipped his hand under my tiny wrap giving my ass a firm squeeze, "You look so sexy in this bikini, and, the see through mini skirt makes it fucking erotic," he whispered in my ear, "I've wanted to fuck you all day." No one was around to witness his hand slide under the side of my bikini bottom and between my legs to stroke my clit with his fingers. He turned his body and pushed his hardening cock against my hips and I grew instantly wet.
I had been a little apprehensive that morning, but, with Steve's encouragement I wore one of my smallest bikinis that left very little to the imagination. I covered it up with a modest sundress in the morning, but, by early afternoon (and after my fourth beer) the dress was gone and the feeling of all eyes at the party checking out my body had made me extremely horny too. "Every guy here must feel the same way," I whispered back rubbing his big cock through his bathing suit, "did you notice all the attention I've been getting from these old men?"
"I noticed that you are one hell of a tease," he said pushing two fingers deep inside my soaking wet pussy, "but you're all mine and they can't have you like I can." By then, I had had at least 8 beers and three shots and had a rare drunk on horny; I was ready to be fucked right then and there. I leaned over the banister and pushed out my ass to give him better access. Steve knows my body like no other man and he when began to flick my cervix with the tips of his fingers I was on the edge of orgasm in record time. He roughly inserted his well lubricated thumb into my ass and I covered my mouth to muffle the screams of the first of three explosive orgasms. As quickly as he began he finished offering his fingers for me to clean. I took them in my mouth enthusiastically and thoroughly sucked them spotless.
"I expect one of your world class blowjobs when we get home" he whispered in my ear. I nodded eagerly imagining me with his big cock deep in my throat. Hmmm, it made me feel so hot!
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His reference of my 'world class blowjobs' came from my reputation in high school and followed me to college. Although I didn't have actual intercourse until late in college, I was considered quite the slut; which, I hear, was unusual for the captain of the cheerleading squad. I just loved giving blowjobs. For me, nothing was better than the feeling of a hard cock of almost any size, shape, or age in my mouth. At the time I didn't consider it 'sex' and I was able to keep my virginity believing that I was still a 'good girl' (even though I had given hundreds of BJs both individually and to many guys at the same time). I didn't feel the need to fuck because as soon as hot sperm landed on my tongue, my face, my tits, I'd have a powerful orgasm (or several), and still do. It was better than any other sexual act I had had, and, I couldn't get enough. You see, I am damn good at it because I have no gag reflex; few woman can swallow like I can. So, in school I was very proud of my reputation as the BJ Queen who gave a world class blowjob.
It wasn't until my junior year of college when I had my first steady boyfriend that I stopped my shenanigans and began to practice monogamy. Steve and I hooked up our senior year of college and when he learned about my past he made me promise my fidelity before we got serious. Because of the combination of his big cock and kinky mind, I made that promise willingly believing I would keep it for life. We married right out of school four years earlier and it had been a great relationship full of love, hot sex, and great blowjobs.
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I was suddenly pulled from my trance by the sound of a throat being cleared behind me. I turned away from the bathroom door with a fright and saw, John, wearing only his swim trunks. John was one of my new neighbors whom we met at the party that day, and, for the umpteenth time that day I scanned his muscular body; only this time his trunks were pulled down past his neatly trimmed cock and balls. Even though he was soft I could tell he was very well endowed (I know these things from experience).
"Um, I kinda...gotta pee" he informed me his drunk hungry eyes scanning my petite body stopping at my large breasts. My heart began to race again and my drunk pussy throbbed so hard I noticed I was still cupping it in my hand. Just the idea of me being locked in the bathroom with a stud at least 25 years my senior, his dick out of his pants and both of us drunk off our asses made me hornier than ever. Throughout the day he had been intently flirting and checking me out. So how wrong was this situation? What would his wife think? I knew Steve certainly wouldn't be happy about it. A voice in my head told me to leave the bathroom immediately, but my alcohol infused body had other ideas and pushed my common sense aside. I calmly walked, stumbling a little, over to the sink beside the toilet leaned over it and played with my hair in the mirror.
"Go right ahead, don't mind me, I'll wait", I slurred. My mind whirled, my head spun, I was too drunk, too horny to think straight; my sexual senses were heightened beyond description. A heavy stream of urine soon hit the toilet breaking the sound of silence in the room and forcing a long forgotten memory into the forefront of my mind.
