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Steve strained under the weight of his buddy Mark.
"You get hammered and now I gotta drag your sorry ass upstairs to bed," he complained to his unconscious friend.
Steve made his way slowly down the hallway. He figured to look for a spare bedroom so that he wouldn't wake up Mark's wife, who had gone to bed hours ago.
After passing the bathroom, he nudged open the first door. 'Thank god, guest bedroom.' He dropped Mark on top of the covers and made his way out. As he entered the hallway he noticed a door down the hall that was slightly open. A soft light inside the room left a trail on the carpet.
He followed it to the door. Against his better judgement, which was severely weakened by six beers, he pushed it open a little further and looked inside.
Suddenly Steve's pounding heart was the only sound that filled the quiet house. It was Mark's wife, Julie. She seemed to be sleeping. But the lamp on the nightstand revealed her naked body lying on top of the covers. Black straps on her wrists and ankles held her in place. Even if she were awake, Julie wouldn't have seen him with the black blindfold covering her eyes.
As Steve stared at her glistening wet pussy, Mark's strange behaviour earlier in the evening suddenly made sense. Mark had been leaving the poker table every ten or fifteen minutes to "get a beer," "take a leak" or even just to "check on something". So this was their little sex game. She was upstairs, tied up and getting fucked while Mark's friends were just downstairs.
Steve was not surprised that Mark would do such a thing, but Julie. She was never flirtatious, dressed conservatively. She really didn't seem like the type.
Steve quietly entered the room. He could see that Julie was asleep. He stood beside her bed and admired her body. Her average sized breasts leaned slightly towards her sides. Her glistening wet pussy lips were slightly parted.
Steve reached out and put his hand on Julie's breast. She didn't move until he pinched her nipple. Steve froze. Julie's head moved towards. He waited before reaching down and placing a finger gently between her pussy lips. Seeing no reaction, he slid it into her wet hole.
"You're back," she purred softly, still half asleep.
Steve paused only a second.
"Uh-huh" he muttered quietly as he slid a second finger into her wet pussy.
"Are the boys all gone home?"
"Uh-huh," he muttered again.
"That's too bad, part of me was kinda hoping we'd get caught!"
Julie's wet pussy offered little resistance to his two fingers, so Steve added a third.
"Oh, now that's good," Julie said as her body tightened in response.
Steve looked over and saw a pink vibrator on the bed beside Julie. He picked it up and spread Julie's lips. He turned it on as he plunged it inside of her. Julie moaned again.
"Now you're just teasing me" she said. "I thought you were just going to finish fucking me."
Steve increased his tempo with the vibrator while he decided what to do. How could he try anything more without her figuring out he wasn't Mark? A blowjob wouldn't work. Surely she would be able to tell that it wasn't her own husband's cock in her mouth.
Steve started to caress her breast with his free hand, trying to decide if he should just leave.
