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My desire for my husband's friend to take me was overwhelming. I craved his attention and wanted him to ignore the fact that I was married. But as the night dragged on, it became clear that he wasn't picking up on my lustful advances. Disheartened, I eventually gave up and went to bed, resigned to my unfulfilled desires.

The room spun slightly, a carousel of dimming desire as I stumbled into the bedroom. The sheets were cool against my heated skin, a stark contrast to the fire licking through my veins. I slid under them, the fabric whispering secrets against my bare legs. He was there, just an arm's reach away, lost in slumber's embrace, his breathing a steady rhythm in the quiet.

My fingers trailed across my own body, a desperate attempt to quench an insatiable thirst. They danced and dipped, seeking solace where only he could truly give it. A sigh escaped my lips, a silent plea to the shadows that cloaked our room.

"Honey?" My voice was a mix of hope and whiskey, thick with unspent passion. "Are you awake?"

The snoring wavered, paused, and then resumed, a testament to his exhaustion.

"Please, baby," I whispered, nudging him gently. My heart drummed a frantic beat, echoing the urgency of my need. "I really need you to fuck me. Please, baby."

For a moment, the world held its breath.

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In the cool darkness, his sleep-fogged eyes found mine. A lopsided grin played on his lips, a silent acknowledgement of my need. But his cock, as drunk as he was, he just mumbled, "He's still here, you know." voice thick with the remnants of dreams and drink.

"Who?" I probed, pulse quickening at the thought of what he meant.

"James." His hand flitted in the direction of the living room, dismissive yet deliberate. "On the couch."

Confusion mingled with an illicit thrill. What was he suggesting? My mind raced, piecing together his drunken riddle. Could he possibly mean… No, it was absurd. He had to be out of his mind. He was still drunk!

But the thought lingered, a drunk hall pass was still a hall pass, right? With a restless energy, I rose, the silk robe slipping over my skin like a secret promise.

The house lay in a hushed disarray, remnants of the night's decadence scattered among slumbering bodies. But I couldn't find James among them.

"James?" My whisper cut through the silence, a beacon for the unspoken desire that coursed through me.

And then he was there, materializing from the shadows, a predatory gleam in his eye that mirrored my hunger. Without words, our intentions aligned as hands found my inflamed flesh, primal and insistent.

The floor became our altar, his touch igniting fires long smoldered. We moved together, rhythm raw and unapologetic. As he put me on all fours and slipped deep into my wanting, unprotected cunt, making me his slut.

Moans spilled forth, stirring the others, a catalyst for a chain reaction of lustful awakening. They joined us, a symphony of gasps and flesh, each note a testament to uninhibited craving fulfilled.

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"God, yes!" The words were a ragged whisper torn from my lips as James drove into me with unrelenting force.

My body was electric, each movement igniting a new wave of euphoria. I could feel the intense heat of his release deep inside me, branding me in a raw and primal manner.

"Fuck, that was…" But before I could finish, another pair of hands gripped my hips. It was Mike, another one of my husband's friends, ready to take James' place. A shiver of anticipation ran through me.

"Clean him," Mike commanded, nodding toward James, who stood before me, his arousal glistening. Without hesitation, I took James into my mouth, tasting the salty tang of our combined lust.

"Such a good girl," James murmured, fingers tangling in my hair. The praise sent a thrill through me, my arousal reigniting even as I savored him.

Suddenly, a soft touch drew my attention downward. The young woman Mike had brought to the party, her eyes alight with mischief, had joined us. She slid beneath me, and her tongue found my clit, eliciting a gasp that vibrated around James in my mouth.

"Enjoying yourself?" James asked, voice laced with desire as he watched the scene unfold.

"More than you know," I managed to say before moans took over, wordless expressions of ecstasy as the young woman worked her magic.

The room swirled with the sounds of passion, bodies moving in a rhythm older than time. James positioned himself at the young woman's opening, and as he entered her, I lowered my mouth to her, reciprocating the pleasure she offered me.

"Ah, fuck!" Her cry mingled with mine as we both crested waves of climax, driven by James' relentless pace.

Mike grunted, his grip tightening, and with a deep thrust, until he, too, spilled himself inside me. The sensation of being filled again tipped me over the edge, and I came hard, stars bursting behind my closed eyelids. I panted, insatiable. More men joined, each taking their turn as desire dictated, no thought to anything but the raw need that consumed us all.

As dawn broke, our frenzy subsided, bodies spent and sated. Naked forms lay tangled in the aftermath as I found my way back to bed. With a contented sigh, I let sleep claim me once more, knowing that when I awoke to my husband's morning wood, this tableau of debauchery would only exist in memory. An ephemeral masterpiece painted in the soft morning light, as he reclaims me.