Ted watched his wife Melissa intently as she toyed with the margarita glass. It was still half full, most of the ice had melted, the outside streaked with beads of sweat. When she finished it, they would go, the check having already been paid, with a substantial tip for their waitress. And why not? He was feeling extravagant. He'd be getting laid tonight, be having crazy jungle sex that lasted for hours, and why shouldn't everybody share in his good fortune? Monetarily, at least.
His wife's face had begun to flush deeply, color spreading down her thin neck and across her chest, deepening the already dark shadows in the cleft between her breasts. Her long blond hair framed the reddening area, as if channeling the heat from her face along the length of her body. Her dark blue eyes regarded him with a hint of amusement. She knew what he was thinking, and was probably considering how long to make him wait.
He knew, and knew that she knew, that the point was already moot. The circumstances of this dinner, of the entire weekend, had already been defined. The clock had already been set in motion. And the flush of heat spreading throughout her body ensured that the next step would inevitably follow the first. And that she could no more stop it than he could hurry it along.
The hard nuggets of her nipples pressing through the thin fabric of her halter top stood as proof that her body would betray her, no matter what delays she had in mind. Beneath her short skirt, trapped inside silken panties, her pussy would be slowly preparing, the lips engorging, the inner walls moist and slippery. Uncomfortable, yes, but nothing compared to the lust and desire that was sure to be emanating from that hidden spot, racing along the pathways to her limbs, her mouth, her anus and every pore of her skin. It was an order she could not long ignore.
Ted sat back, content to wait it out. After all, he had all the time in the world. This was more than a simple date night, a quick dinner followed by a hurried hour of sex, trying to get it all in before the relatives returned the kids home. No, this time they'd done it right. Gotten her parents to watch the kids for the whole weekend. Reserved a room at a hotel across the state in a romantic vacation spot. Arrived early on Friday evening without stressing out about how long it would take to make the drive.
She took another couple of gulps of her drink. She was suddenly in too much of a hurry to take elegant sips. She cocked her head and smiled. "Ready?" she asked, as if there could be any other answer than yes. He allowed his gaze to drift up from her stiletto heels, along her stocking clad legs, past the promising folds of her skirt, skimming her flat midriff, settling for a moment on her prominent breasts, before traveling up to meet her eyes.
"What do you think?" he said smiling, having just undressed her visually.
"Ready," she answered simply, tossing back the rest of the drink and rising from her seat.
The hotel room was perfect for what they had planned. Located at the end of a corridor, it shared only one wall with the rest of the hotel. The headboard was against an outside wall. And opposite were large windows with a view of the beach and water, now covered with heavy drapes. Nobody in another room to hear them. And nobody to disturb them.
The door had just clicked shut when Melissa literally pulled him onto the king-size bed, her hand reaching for his crotch and the manhood within. Much as he wanted to follow her lead, he forced himself to be the responsible one and restrain her. They still had to call the kids and tell them goodnight. Then, and only then, would they be ready to throw aside all inhibitions and get to the main event.
She wasn't usually the eager beaver. In fact, she was usually pretty shy and unadventurous in bed. Early in their marriage, her inhibitions had even led to a bit of contentiousness between them. All his efforts to get her to be more adventurous and spontaneous had failed miserably. And then they had discovered The Mix.
They'd found it quite by accident. Melissa had been sick with allergies. Her doctor had given her a prescription for medication. The medicine had led to a bout of coughing, for which she'd taken an over-the-counter cough medicine. And then, in a desperate attempt to get some sleep, she'd downed a couple of shots of whiskey.
The results were not what they'd been expecting, which was a calming of the cough and a quick transition into a drunken stupor. Instead, she attacked him, quite literally attacked him, ripping off his clothes and demanding to be fucked right... that... very... minute! Completely uninhibited, she'd stripped off all her clothes, spread open her pussy lips so he could "see what he was getting into," and dropping to her hands and knees so he could "fuck her like an animal." Her nipples had been hard, her cunt dripping wet, her eyes wild with desire.
With the door closed and the kids playing just a few feet away in the living room, they'd had to be vey quiet. Not that easy with Melissa wanting nothing more than to slap their bodies together, joined only by his fat dick in her slippery pussy. He'd fucked her missionary and then doggy, leaving his load in her mouth, which she only let him do on special occasions. When it turned out that she was still not sated, he'd eaten her out while she screamed her orgasm into a pillow. And even that wasn't enough for her.
After giving her a vibrator to keep her attention, he'd quickly dressed and put the kids down to bed. Fortunately, thery were of an age where the book reading and endless trips to the bathroom for drinks of water were at a minimum. Still, he carefully followed all the rituals to ensure that he and Melissa would be uninterrupted for the rest of the night. Nothing was more of a kill-joy than a visit from a child in the middle of a lovemaking session. Though he was beginning to think even that wouldn't stop his wife on this night.
He returned to the room to find Melissa on her hands and knees on the bed, completely naked, her ass canted up at him and her hands stretching her ass cheeks apart.
"Take whatever you want," came the muffled offer from his wife, her face shoved into a pillow. God she was horny! It didn't take long for his cock to stiffen, and even less time for him to strip off all his clothes. If a facial cumshot was a rarity for his wife, anal sex was even more infrequent. But he wasn't about to question her motives. His cock stood out dangerously in the dusky light of the bedroom, and her ass was smooth, round and soft, in direct contrast to his dick. It felt inevitable that one should penetrate the other.
He sighed in pleasure as his cock found its way inside her tight anus. She'd put a few drops of oil there to help his penetration, and it helped. He slid in smoothly, pressing down, down, down, until his balls were squeezed against her ass cheeks and his cock was deep inside her void. He mounted her like a dog, and using his hands on her butt for balance, he stroked in and out of her strongly and effortlessly. Her anus, always very tight, provided a heavenly sheath for his manhood, and as always he wished they could do it like this every night.
So gone was she in the throes of lust that she didn't even protest about germs when he decided to move his cock down to her throbbing cunt hole. Thus freed, he spent a long time moving from one hole to the other, alternately wetting his tool with her cunt juices and then squeegeeing it off with her tight anal ring. He'd never fucked her ass long enough to see it gape, but when he saw it like that for the first time, it made him even more eager to fuck the living daylights out of her.
They'd fucked like animals for much of the night, each coming up with an idea to top the previous one, as if competing to see who could be the most decadent and carnal. When he'd finally spewed a ribbon of jizz across her quivering tits, he'd thought they were done. But even after all that, after the countless orgasms large and small, she was still driven for more sex. She finally fell asleep with his cock in her mouth, absently tonguing him in the hope that she could inspire one more erection to assuage her sexual desires.
The next morning, she hadn't been embarrassed in the least. She described the feeling she'd had as being urgently euphoric, like an itch that couldn't be scratched sufficiently, and a compulsion that made her try harder and harder no matter what happened. The euphoria combined with urgency had been one of the most enjoyable, blissful feelings she'd ever felt.
"If that's what people on hard drugs feel, then I feel sorry for them," she'd commented. "The compulsions are way too strong to ignore. And the feeling of joy that you get when you're feeding that compulsion really is very addictive. I never wanted to stop."
Over the next few months, their experiments to duplicate the effect had been both exciting and comical. Melissa wanted to feel that way again, but only under controlled conditions. It was OK to shed her inhibitions with her husband. Not so OK to do so in a bar filled with drunk cheating husbands.
They quickly discovered that the allergy medicine on its own did nothing but, obviously, control her allergies. The cough medicine alone controlled her cough, and often put her to sleep. Not very conducive to wild sex. And the two together put her to sleep faster, creating more than a bit of frustration for Ted, who always went into each experiment expecting a good, long fuck. Jacking off while looking at his nude, sleeping wife hadn't been an ideal alternative.
Adding alcohol to the mix was definitely the detonator. But even that had to be done in a certain order, in a certain amount, at a certain time. More times than not, Melissa simply fell asleep, many times accompanied by a loud snoring that literally drove Ted to another room in order to find enough quiet to sleep.
