Erika and I walked home companionably. It might perhaps be more accurate to say we wove home, as over the course of the evening at our friends’, just the four of us had consumed a bottle of Pinot Noir and almost all of a bottle of Rye. We were mostly silent, holding hands and content to marshal our thoughts for the conversation when we got home that we both wanted and feared a little.
I let us in through the front door into the dark house. Our daughter Merry would be at her grandparents’ the whole weekend. Erika and I were each primed to talk things out about the way a simple dinner with new friends and morphed into the wildest night of our lives.
Instead of talking, we were immediately tearing off each other’s clothes, right in the foyer. It didn’t take long to accomplish. We were both just wearing simple shorts and light shirts. Our underwear was balled up in Erika’s purse. We hadn’t bothered to put it back on when we finally got dressed before we left Peter and Sara’s place.
I pushed Erika down on the deep, soft oriental rub covering the floor and we started kissing. Deep, hot, passionate making out that we hadn’t indulged in fully in years, and seldom ever with the intensity we both felt right then. At first, neither of us so much as touched each other’s erogenous zones. We simply embraced, holding each other fiercely. At last, during a break to gasp for air, I slid my hands down Erika’s back and clutched at her rich, warm ass. She groaned happily, kissed me again, and rolled me over on my back, straddling me. Then she breathed in my ear, “Now!” Almost without effort, my cock and her pussy aligned and I slipped inside her with an ecstatic moan.
Foreplay? We didn’t need no stinking foreplay. We had just indulged in hours of ‘foreplay’ at Peter and Sara’s, just not with each other. We both desperately desired and urgently needed to couple between ourselves. The two yearnings were equally powerful, but distinct from one another. Fortunately, they both drove us to the same act.
My hips surged upwards, driving my cock as deep inside Erika as I could go. She pressed me back to the rug and began to ride up and down atop me. Beyond the fantastic sensation of pleasure that was overwhelming me, a small fragment of my analytical mind remained active. The pussy now confining my cock was different that the one I had fucked not much more than an hour before. Not just a different pussy, but it felt differently, moved differently, and cradled my cock within it differently. I was neither inclined to, nor capable of, making relative value judgements, right then. I just marveled at the difference. My hands reached up to hold my wife’s fantastic breasts, reveling in how they overflowed my grasp. They were bigger, firmer, and more luxuriant than the fantastic but smaller tits I had played with earlier that evening, though those other breasts had had the most extraordinary nipples.
I rolled my pelvis upward, altering the angle of my cock as it penetrated Erika to just the one I knew she liked, and in moments she began to come. She bit down on her lip to stifle her screams of pleasure, then she clearly remembered that our daughter Merry was at her grandparents’. “OH MY FUCKING GOD!!” she screamed and threw her head back and forth as she spasmed atop me.
When her shudders finished running their course, I rolled over atop her, then slid my dripping dick free of her confines. Erika chuckled breathlessly as I slid up to straddle her chest. “So,” she said with a silky, mocking tone, “were you jealous while you watched Peter do this with me?” My cock settled between her breasts and Erika squeezed them together around me.
“Jealous? Yes! Angry? No,” I gritted out between clenched teeth as I twitched all over at the sensation of sliding my dripping cock between her mams. “I was utterly turned on. It’s crazy.”
“Mmmm. Yeah, there you go,” instructed Erika. “Like that. Oooh. Yes, it was crazy. I was loving it. Almost as much as I am loving this. I didn’t know then that you two were spying on us, but I was wishing that you were.”
“The only thing that harshed my enjoyment of watching you was wondering how the fuck I got out of the habit of asking to do this,” I gasped. My breath was getting short. I could tell I was going to pop soon. “It’s the only thing in my mind getting in the way of this being perfect right now.”
“We will make up for lost time,” laughed Erika beneath me. “Now get your head straight and cream me hard. I can feel you are there. Fuck my titties!” Erika seldom used dirty talk any more. I definitely got my head in the right frame of mind.
Then I pretty much lost all mental process as I came thunderously. I wanted to talk dirty back to Erika, but all I could manage was a very loud gurgling incoherence. Everything from my toes to my teeth tingled, and despite this being my third goddamned ejaculation that evening, I still sprayed Erika hard. Jizz was everywhere on her chest, throat, and chin. How had I had that much left to give?
I rolled off of Erika to the side and collapsed next to her on the scarlet and other colored rug. She immediately rolled over to cuddle with me, despite the cum all over her. We snuggled together in the afterglow of the most intensely powerful orgasmic moment we had shared in many years.
And we woke up just after six the next morning, when a beam of sunshine moved to hit our eyes through the side windows of the front door! We woke virtually simultaneously. We lifted our head to evaluate what the fuck was going on and both realized that we were well and truly hung-over.
“Some water before falling asleep would have been a good idea,” groaned Erika.
“Yeah,” I replied. “Like, a gallon or two.”
“Too late now!” she sang softly. We laughed and turned to kiss each other.
That kiss did not last long. Our combined morning breath could have been considered a chemical weapon of mass destruction.
“Toothbrush. Now,” I gurgled, struggling too gently stand up.
“You brush your teeth if you want,” said Erika, standing as well. “I fell asleep with the semen of some strange man I obviously don’t know sprayed all over me. I am taking my crusty ass to the shower.”
Eventually we were both clean and presentable enough to get dressed, kiss a nice, comfortable, married kiss, and go to the kitchen for breakfast. I was buoyed by the seething new fire I felt below that same old, same old kiss.
Sleeping off a sex and booze bender naked on a floor rug did not make for a restful, restorative sleep. All we could muster for breakfast were bowls of Merry’s Lucky Charms. We ate in silence and smiled at each other happily, but with growing uncertainty.