The Friday after New Year's we had our couple-friends over, with their kids. It was a play date, really, where the kids could show off their presents and see who got what. For the adults, it was one last bit of fun before the guys had to go back to work on Monday.
We'd been texting throughout the holidays: we wanted to have some fun. Alas, there wasn't much way grandparents to take the kids or for us to get away on our own. Still, we knew there would be a bit of adult-time as the kids played in the living room and the adults had wine in the kitchen. I was on my third and feeling frisky; I'd already kissed my closest friend, turning our husbands on along the way. She proceeded to sit on my husband's lap, flirting, brushing her long, blonde hair into his face. I was getting a little unformfortable with her actions when her husband came up and help me up against him, watching our spouses at the table.
Soon she whispered into myy husband's ear, and I saw him flush. He looked at me for approval - for what I didn't exactly know - but I was already too hot from the wine and the view to shake my head "no." They stood up, her hand lightly grabbing his, pulling him out of the kitchen… and up the stairs, towards our bedroom.
Her husband and I went out to the living room. 6 kids, all playing in relative peace, occupied me for a bit as I tried to think about what my husband was doing with another woman - one of my closest friends - upstairs. It was difficult for me, my jealousy was definitely showing, so my friend's husband brought me another glass of wine. Red wine puts me in the mood for sure, but the thoughts of my husband and her upstairs were hard to keep quiet.
It had been an hour(!) since they had gone up. Two of her kids asked for her, with her husband saying mommy was in the bathroom. None of the kids really noticed that two of the parents had been completely AWOL for all this time. Her husband sat across from me, eyeing me, definitely in the mood himself.
They eventually came down, first her. Her hair was clearly disheveled, a mess compared to what she usually has flowing down her head. She was happy, having the "just been fucked" aura about her. As she came in, I could swear I smelled sex on her. Then my husband came down, acting casual, with what I was sure was still a cock slickened by my friend's juices stuck in his pants.
They started playing with the kids, as if they hadn't been away in my bedroom for the last hour. I grabbed her husband's hand, pulling him out towards our stairs.
In the bedroom, the smell of sex was palpable. Our purple sheets were clearly messed up, and maybe a little damp. The (fake) fireplace in our room kept the room intensely warm. Good: I yanked my clothes off after he closed the door and looked at the room. I kissed him, intensely, grabbing for his pants to pull them off asap. My jealousy was turning into a plan for "revenge;" I would fuck her husband, and get fucked by another man in my husband's bed.
I was agressive, pushing him down onto our bed. His cock was already popping up, thick and gorgeous as ever. But I didn't touch it, I wanted his tonge on my pussy. I moved up, pinning his arms to the side with my legs as I lowered my snatch onto his lips. He licked, tasting what an hour of thinking about my husband being up here with another woman had done to me. I'd known this man nearly as long as my husband, and I intended on using his face to cum.
I didn't quite get there with his tongue, so I moved down to his cock. I reached down, squeezing it hard. He is thicker than my husband, so I struggled to push it in despite how wet I was. I proceeded to give the ol' "cowlgirl grid," trying to push it in as deep as I could, my clit rubbing up against his very masculine body. It was part passionate, part hate fuck. I wanted to get off and have my friend's husband explode in me after her fucking my husband. As he lost control, he bucked up and down, lifting us both off the bed, his cock trying to shoot its semen as deep in me as possible.
We dressed, although I put on khaki shorts instead of my yoga pants, which would easily show the stains from my crotch. They barely stayed an hour after we returned to the fun. I was still a little tipsy, and finished what would've been my 5th glass of wine as the kids went bed.
And, as I put my husband to bed, I was still in a mood. I proceeded to do the same things to him: shove my crotch into his face, grind on his cock as I watched his facial expressions. The only difference is I kissed him deeply as he came. I fell asleep on top of the sheets, my my lower body just caked with cum and body fluid.
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