The Wonders of Weed and Sex
Allison Grant awoke next to her snoring husband. The digital clock said the time was 6:10 a.m.; she was unsure why she had awoken. But she was awake, alive, and still buzzing from last night's New Year's Eve party.
It had been quite a blowout, with the last guests leaving at five in the morning. The festivities pushed the boundaries of the previous parties they had given.
Their twenty-year-old son was old enough to attend an adult party for the first time and had some college friends over. The multi-generational mix rejuvenated the middle-aged group that usually attended their parties.
The chemistry of margaritas and marijuana, wine and weed, gin and joints made for a wild, wanton, wicked, wonderful time. The dancing bordered on seduction. Fueled by alcohol and weed, they played games for sexual favors. The combination loosened the clothing and the morals of some of the guests.
The spare bedroom was locked several times throughout the evening. Some folks shared the bathroom with persons of the opposite sex for longer than needed for the usual purposes. It had not turned into an orgy but was as close to one as she had ever been.
Yet, as the hostess, she had not had the chance to sneak even a touchy feelie with anyone. She hadn't even had a chance to suck a stray cock. Save for a few lingering kisses and a squeeze of her bottom, which several of the male guests gave her, she had missed out on the sneaky fun everyone else seemed to be having.
She had a fuzzy memory of one of her son's friends copping a feel on her tush at the sink when she was mixing some drinks. He pushed her short summer dress around her waist and ground what felt like a nice-sized cock against her ass. She vaguely recalled him kneeling behind her, pushing her bikini panties to the side, and tonguing her anus before someone entered the kitchen and broke the mood.
Then, there was Kay Allen, her married next-door neighbor, whom she made out with in the bathroom. She never knew Kay was bisexual until she knelt between Allison's legs after she peed and licked her dripping wet pussy dry while she sat on the toilet.
She was pretty sure her husband had made any passes at some of the women last night. He was a notorious flirt but seldom attempted to go further, at least while she was around.
Last night was a very liberated occasion, however. Perhaps he had chanced it. There was certainly a period when she lost track of him for nearly half an hour. She seemed to recall he and Allie Jones coming in from the patio with their clothes disheveled and looking flushed.
It's not like he hadn't cheated on her once or twice. She had forgiven him since they were brief, meaningless flings. Aside from that, they had a great relationship. Still, it had pissed her off each time.
She had thought about getting even by fucking someone but never found anyone she would want to do it with. Honestly, she felt that that kid last night might have been a fun fuck. All she had to do was lead him into the spare bedroom, the bathroom, or the garage! Fucking in the backseat of her husband's car would have been a hoot!
However, she wanted to have sex with someone she was at least fond of, not a quick roll in the sack. She had more than her share of those in college, and while physically satisfying, they lacked the intimacy she craved. Mutual giving made the act of love unique and sweet and added to the sensual pleasure. Trusting each other heightened your and your partner's intimate sharing of your deepest self.
She arose and slipped on a mid-thigh silk robe over her nudity. At 48, Allison was losing the battle with gravity. Her efforts at exercising were indifferent at best. They ranged from periods where she went to the local gym religiously 3-4 days a week to weeks where she made excuses for not going, to overindulgence in her penchant for Dutch chocolate cake.
Her 34D breasts noticeably sagged, but her indifferent exercise regimen did keep her mommy pooch reasonably tight. Her stereotypical Black woman's bubble butt was more of an oval but hadn't developed the dreaded middle-aged sag...Yet! She would never be mistaken for one of her son's college friends. She colored the gray in her auburn corn rows, and you didn't look too closely at the laugh lines around her eyes and mouth. She'd be damned if she would call them 'crow's feet.'
Still, she bet the kid from last night enjoyed squeezing her buns. She knew she enjoyed him tonguing her ass; her husband had never done that!
She descended the stairs to the kitchen for the hair of the dog to stave off a hangover. Her plan changed when she found a THC vape pen on the kitchen counter.
I haven't had a chance to get decently stoned in nearly fifteen years
. She had smoked much pot in her youth and on a few rare occasions in recent years.
Things changed with work, marriage, and kids. She didn't resent moving on to the mature roles and responsibilities that were required of her. But now and then, she did miss the freedom of times gone by.
Allison hadn't been a slut in college, but she was known as a girl who enjoyed getting high and fucking. There were even a few occasions where she and her roommate, Candace, put on a show for their boyfriends, eating each other out. Those sessions always led to partner swapping.
She and Candace played a game based on the Mad Hatter's tea party. They would be side by side in bed fucking their boyfriends. One of them would call "Tea Cup." and they would switch partners. That went back and forth until both guys had cum. Then she and Candace would lick each other clean while their boyfriends watched.
Candace was a mother now with three kids and several grandkids. They tried to stay in touch with frequent lunches, but life got in the way. Though they stayed in touch through text, emails, and the occasional phone call, they hadn't had sex since their 20-year college reunion four years ago.
That had been epic, reminding them of their college days. They spent the evening after the reunion eating each other out and tribbing until their thighs were slick with their juices. Allison made a mental note to call Candace and see if they could have coffee and maybe hook up.
Allison went out to the deck in the back of the house. It faced a stand of wood that was the property line between the homes in the subdivision and provided a modicum of privacy. Back in the day, when she and her husband were still adventurous about sex, they fucked out here. Those days, like regular sex, were in the rearview mirror.
There was no one up, no one to see; everything was cool. She was in a lounge chair as she sucked in the first toke from the vaporizer. The peaceful, mild morning of a warm California winter's day was quiet save for birds singing.
It was the ideal setting for a middle-aged woman to retreat from all the concerns and duties of being a grown-up.
The marijuana was more potent than she recalled; maybe it had been so long since she toked. In any case, it made her nice and high...and horny.
She glanced around, reassuring herself that the neighbors couldn't see her and that her husband and son were safely upstairs recovering from the party.
She slipped her hand between her legs and fingered herself. She was instantly wet. She took another toke.
As she toked and fingered herself, she considered going back upstairs and seeing if her husband could get it up. It was problematic after last night's booze, drugs, and perhaps a babe in the spare room. When she left the bedroom, he had been snoring one of that ' dead-until-noon,' sleep-it-off, log-sawing sounds.
Well, there was always her trusty vibrator. She had another hit of reefer and felt mellow.
"I wish that fresh youngster from last night was around this morning." She said out loud. "Maybe he was a sophisticated sophomore who could sock it to me." she mused. "Or an 'up-her-classman' who would put it up in me, with a 'magnum cum loud'!"
She began to giggle. Giddiness was another effect that 'wacky tobaccy' had on her.
