“I’m sure glad you have a condom on,” she finally breathed. “I could really feel you squirting inside me. It was so hot! I love it when I feel a guy squirting his cum inside me. It really gets me off.”
I got the impression that she fooled around on her husband and that was okay with her; it was a problem for her if hubby fooled around. I suspected that I wasn’t the only one who had dumped a load of cum in her lately.
She lifted her head up as I slid out of her tight little pussy and watched me remove the condom. “Looked like a lot of cum,” she said softly and lay her head back on the towels. Apparently she didn’t notice a little drip of cum slide off the tip before I could get it into the trash bag hanging on the maid’s cart. It looked like it had leaked in her alright. “Christ I drank too much,” she moaned.
No fuckin’ shit lady. She was flat blitzed. I hoped she was going to be able to stagger back into the party on her own. I was going to try to fuck her again, and maybe even try to get her in the ass, but decided we had been away from the party long enough. When we got dressed, she couldn’t find her panties right away and quickly gave up looking for them. She was so drunk she didn’t remember giving them to me. I just kept them in my pocket as a souvenir of this memorable evening – the evening I fucked Brad’s wife and maybe knocked her up. Keri was just drunk enough that I wasn’t sure if she would remember who she had fucked tonight, if she even remembered getting fucked. We took separate elevators back down to the ballroom floor to avoid being seen together. If we didn’t go back together it would certainly be better for all concerned.
When my elevator reached the main floor, I stepped out and Keri was nowhere to be seen; good. I wanted it this way. I moseyed back into the ballroom and wandered over to the bar. When the bartender asked me what I wanted, I said just ice water. I had consumed enough booze for one night; besides, I had to drive home.
When the water arrived, I took a long drink and looked around. Maybe those two women I was thinking about hitting on tonight were still here. It was late, but not that late. This party was good for a couple of hours yet. It was just then that I noticed Keri sitting in a darkened corner of the bar area. She wasn’t looking too lively. I thought I would just leave that little problem up to Brad. I was sure he was just going to love it!
Not five minutes later, Brad came up to me at the bar. “Thank God someone here’s sober,” he said. “Do me a favor would you?”
“What’s that?”
“Find my driver out front and see if the two of you can get Keri into the limo and have him take her home? She’s completely wasted.”
“See what I can do,” I said, and took another drink of my water. I thought about adding that not only was she wasted, she was completely fucked too, but didn’t want him to know who did the deed if she started to swell in a few months. I didn’t bother to ask him why he couldn’t do that himself. The answer would have been pure bullshit anyway. In doing it for him, I might get to cop a feel with even a little luck. I thought it was surprising that he wasn’t, or didn’t appear to be, the least bit upset over her being that drunk. I went off to find his driver, James. Everyone knew him as Jim, but not to old Brad. I was almost surprised that he hadn’t insisted on calling him Jeeves or some other Hollywood name for a chauffeur. Brad was a piece of work.
I found Jim out in the lobby, apparently hitting on one of the desk clerks: she was rather cute. I explained the problem and he said he would bring the car around to the front door. But, he wasn’t going to help carry her out if she couldn’t walk.
Yea, I wasn’t either. I agreed that if I couldn’t get her to walk out, it was going to be Brad’s problem. I want back in to see if Keri was able to walk out of there.
Keri was pretty trashed alright, but willing to get up and go out to the limo. I was a bit surprised that she didn’t offer some resistance to the idea of being sent home. Apparently she had had enough of this party and wanted out of here. Come to think of it, she hadn’t wanted to be here in the first place. Maybe that explained her willingness to leave. With very little help, she managed to make it out to the car.
Jim had the car by the curb with the motor running when I got Keri out of the front door. Jim opened the back door for her.
Keri stopped before getting in and asked, “Are you coming too? Say Jim,” she said turning to Jim, “how about the three of us have a little party when we get home?”
“Okay with me,” he said. Then he looked over at me, “you okay with this?”
“A threesome?” Somehow I just assumed she meant more sex and not just sitting around drinking.
“Sure!” Keri piped up. “I’d love that!”
“Okay,” I said and got in next to Keri.
“You ever done this with her before?” I asked Jim as the car pulled away from the curb.
“Nope, but I have always wanted to!”
“You’ll love it,” she giggled.
Jim had us to Brad’s rather extravagant and pretentious house in perhaps record time. Apparently he was horny and had a thing for getting a little of Keri too. Hell, half of Brad’s employees would probably like to nail Keri – they either had been screamed at by her or hated Brad enough to want to fuck his wife for revenge. It looked like someone else was going to have a little of Brad’s prize trophy wife tonight besides me.
Arriving at the house, Jim pulled the car around to side and into the garage. The three of us got out and went into the living room of the house.
Once in her house, Keri hadn’t forgotten why we were there. “Upstairs,” she said, leading the way. “The party and the bedroom are this way.” She was slurring it a bit, but was definitely well aware of what she was doing.
“She do this often?” I whispered to Jim.
“Get smashed; yea. Frequently; I think she’s really a drunk. But invite me to her bedroom, let alone with another guy? No. This is a first for me.”
Part way to the bedroom, she slipped out of that little black dress, and wearing nothing but her thigh-high stockings and heels, and walked into the bedroom. “So, I’m ready,” she said. “How about you two?”
It didn’t take us long to doff our clothes. Yup, guys compare, and Jim was about the same size as me. “What did you have in mind?” I asked Keri as she came over to us and took one cock in each hand and began to stroke us to full hardness – not that we weren’t pretty hard already looking at her hot naked little body.
“Ya know, I want a little of that double penetration stuff that’s in a lot of Brad’s movies.”
So, old Brad has a collection of porn movies does he? A little family secret out of the bag. “One in the ass and one in the pussy?” I asked, just to be sure that she didn’t mean blowing one guy while getting fuck in the pussy by the other.
“Yea, that’s it. Standing up.”
Oh good, gymnastic sex. Now that was going to make it a little more interesting. Neither one of us was going to get very far inside her doing it that way, but while I had seen it done in porn movies, I wondered how it worked out in real life. I was about to find out. “Who do you want where?” I asked.
“Let’s see; how about you in my asshole, and Jim in my pussy. Yea, that’s how I want it. I want to taste these first though,” she said dropping to her knees.
First she took Jim in her mouth and started blowing him while she continued to stroke my cock with her soft little hand. She was doing remarkably well for someone as drunk as she was. After a few minutes of partaking of Jim’s equipment, she turned her oral attentions to my hard cock. Now she was blowing me and stroking Jim. She didn’t give that good a blowjob, truth be known. I looked up at Jim and he just shook his head. Yup, it hadn’t been any better for him either. Some women know what to do, some don’t do it very well, and Keri didn’t have a clue. Oh well, from now on if I ever told Brad to kiss my dick, he would have already done it by proxy the next time he kissed Keri. There was something to be gained from this mediocre blowjob.
“Okay,” she said after a few minutes of what was my worst blowjob ever, “Let’s get to fucking Keri!” She stood up. “Oh, condoms, condoms,” she said a little alarmed. “Do you have any?” she asked, turning to me.
“Yea,” I said and pulled the remaining five out of my pocket and handed her a plain one with a reservoir end. After all, I didn’t want the possibility of any of Jim’s cum leaking out and having any of his little swimmers getting to her egg before mine got there. But, by now, they had either gotten enough of a head start, or they were never going to get there anyway. It was well over an hour since I had given her my little donation.
Jim gave me a funny look. “I was hoping to get lucky tonight,” I said. Let’s face it, most guys don’t carry an assortment of condoms around with them, and most chicks are on the pill.
“Looks like you’re about to.”
“Jim has to have one,” she said taking it and handing it to Jim. “You’ll be in my little pooper so you won’t have to have one – unless you want one.”
Fortunately, she gave no hint of what had transpired earlier. “I’ll pass.”
Jim took the condom, tore open the package, and rolled it down his hard cock.
“Okay Jimbo,” she said putting her arms around his neck, “put your hands on my bottom to hold me up and put that thing in me.” She then lifted first one leg and then the other as Jim put his hands on her “bottom,” and was able to easily slip at least part of his hard cock into her tight wet pussy.
“Oh yea that’s tight,” he groaned. She tilted her pelvis toward him, letting really go nice and deep into her. She could do that until I was ready to slip into her rear. From the look on his face, he was surprised to find her that tight.
“Now you,” she said turning her head to me, “Oh, yea, you need some lube. Over in the nightstand there’s some Astroglide. It’s really slick stuff,” she mumbled. “You’ll need it to fuck me up the ass.”
Yup, she was still very trashed. I went over to the nightstand she pointed to and sure enough, in the top drawer, along with two dildos and a vibrator, was a small plastic bottle of Astroglide; more family secrets out of the bag.
I put a few drops of the Astroglide on my hard cock as I returned to the two of them, now going at it, and smeared it all over my cockhead. Taking cock in hand, I moved in behind her. They stopped and she straightened up some while I probed her tight little asshole and slowly shoved the head of my cock into her. The movies make this look a lot easier than it actually is. I let it sit there for a few seconds while she got used to it being there and then slid as much as I could into her, which was probably less that half of what I could have given her in almost any other position. Jim started slowly moving in and out of her tight little pussy again as I shoved into her and pulled out until just the head was being held by her tight little sphincter. Yea, I always knew she was a tight ass. After a few strokes, I shoved it into her as far as I could and held still. It was amazing; I could feel Jim’s hard cock going in and out of her through the thin membranes that separated our cocks. After a few seconds of that new and exciting feeling, I began moving in and out of her tight little asshole again.
Keri started moaning and groaning. She was thoroughly enjoying this: being held up in the air and sandwiched between two guys. I had to wonder if she did this often. I was sure it wasn’t her first time. Keri tried to make it sound like it was her first time earlier, but I had my doubts. Her moaning and groaning was slowly getting louder and it seemed that her first orgasm with two guys in her bottom was rapidly approaching.
I wasn’t ready yet, and as far as I could tell, Jim wasn’t quite there either. We just kept pumping away at her, enjoying the sight, feeling, and sound of it all. This was pretty hot.
In no time, Keri started to cum. “OH…YEA…” she moaned. “YES! YES!” and there followed something of a shriek as she climaxed on the two stiff cocks inside her. She bucked and thrashed, paying little attention to the two guys trying desperately to keep their cock buried inside her climaxing body. From the sound and feeling, she really got off! It lasted quite a while. When it was over, she didn’t stop us. To the contrary, she kept bouncing up and down, quickly building to another one. This chick really liked sex!
By now I was getting ready to cum. It wasn’t going to be long before I shot my load of cum into her tight little asshole. I had my hands on her tiny waist and was going as deep into her body as this awkward position would allow.
Keri quickly built to another climax. And, just as Keri’s shrieking built to a crescendo as her climax started for the second time, Jim groaned loudly and started cumming insider her tight little pussy.
I was amazed. Yes, I could actually feel Jim’s cock throbbing inside Keri as he shot load after load of his hot sperm into her! That was it; I unloaded a huge spurt of cum straight up Keri’s ass. This was a fabulous cum, one that lasted and lasted, and felt like I was squirting a massive amount of my thick hot sperm up her ass – her tight prissy little ass. I just wished I could get my spurting cock deeper inside her ass. My knees felt weak and my legs were shaking it was so intense.
When we were all finally done, Keri lowered her legs, causing both of the cocks to slip out of her. “That was great,” she groaned.
I looked over at Jim’s cock. He had shot a rather respectable amount of cum into that condom. Seeing that, I wondered again if any of the cum I shot into her hot little pussy earlier had manage to get beyond her cervix and off to where it could really have some fun.
“Well boys, it’s been fun, but I gotta get to bed,” she said rather dismissively. She went over to her dresser, got out a nightgown, and slipped it on. Then she just ambled, or rather staggered, over to the bed.
Jim and I cleaned ourselves up a little with a couple of tissues then slipped our clothes back on as Keri got into bed and turned out the light. I guess she was done for us. The hired help had just been dismissed.
We deposited his used condom and the tissues I had used to clean myself up with in the toilet on the way out. One quick flush and the evidence was gone. We didn’t want to leave anything Brad would find. “Does she ever remember what she did when she gets that drunk?” I asked him as we walked through the house to the garage and the car.
“Sometimes. And, then there are times when I think she really doesn’t remember shit the next day; most of the time she just can’t remember who did what, which is probably going to be the case tomorrow. She will remember she got laid, but she won’t know who she was with doing it. I get most of this from Celia.”
“Who’s Celia?”
“She’s their maid. Keri tells Celia everything. Celia is like Keri’s confessor or something; except Celia tells me a lot of it as she can’t believe Keri does some of the thing she does.”
“Like what?”
We arrived at the limo and got in.
“Like tonight! Other than letting me fuck her, which she would never stoop to before, there was nothing new about tonight.” He started the car and backed out of the garage.
“You mean she fucks around on Brad?”
“Oh, big time! Mostly she gets off on fucking the big-money men in town. As Celia tells it, if you have money, you can get in her pants. And, the weird part is that they don’t give her a dime or spend hardly anything on her, and that’s okay with her.”
“Doesn’t she ever worry about one of them fucking and telling?”
“Not really; they are all married! They tell: they get a messy divorce and no more Keri on the side. She can’t tell because then Brad would dump her little ass. Even with a good divorce settlement, which she would probably get, she wouldn’t have the money she has access to now. Not to leave out that she might get shunned by her rich dicks and, most importantly, her perceived society position she loves so much would vaporize.”
“That means that she kinda fucked up by screwing us tonight then doesn’t it?”
“Now that you mention it. Keri hasn’t been known to fuck the hired help; she musta really been pissed at old Brad about something. But, I need the job, so I’m not telling, not that I would anyway.”
Well, I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell. Jim obviously knew that I had fucked her in the ass tonight – that wouldn’t get her pregnant. He didn’t know about the earlier fucking – that one would. That one I wanted kept secret, just incase the nefarious little event did what it was supposed to do – advertising wouldn’t be a good idea. When we finally got back to the hotel and parked the car, Jim finally said, “God that was great. You don’t know how badly I have wanted to fuck that little bitch – fuck Brad’s little piece of ass – fuck Brad’s stuck UP little piece of ass!”
I had to admit, I was pretty pleased with my accomplishments this night too.
Epilogue
I did manage to connect with one of the two women I mentioned earlier. We went out to an early breakfast and I did get her in the sack. She wasn’t as small or as tight as Keri, but she was a whole lot more fun!
I saw Keri about six months later and she wasn’t looking the least bit preggers. Maybe I hadn’t donated enough genetic material that night or maybe I did and she had taken care of it: anyway, no swollen belly. Yes, she was till married to Brad. I heard a rumor later that he wasn’t banging another chick; he was into guys a little. Since Keri was still married to him and he wasn’t broke, maybe she was okay with that; different strokes for different folks.
Oh, and Jim? He quit not long after that night and is now driving gambler’s bus to and from a casino. He said I wouldn’t believe the tips he gets from drunk winners.
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