My husband, Luke, and I were spending the weekend with a big group of our closest friends. There were sixteen of us in all so we renting a huge cabin in the Blue Ridge Mountains. It was absolutely gorgeous. The cabin was six-thousand square feet with a gigantic kitchen, movie theater, multi-level deck, and of course, an incredible view of the mountains.
We had been meeting like this every year since college and now that all of us were gainfully employed, we decided to spend a little more this year for the great cabin and so far, it seemed worth it! The group was a mixture of our closest friends and some friends of theirs. It was all couples so outside of meals, the group usually split on gender lines with the guys spending time hitting golf balls and swigging whiskey and the ladies drinking wine and gossiping.
It was always a lot of fun and this year was no different. On the first night, everyone was pretty tuned up by midnight - Luke’s friend John had even brought a little weed with him to take us back to our college years. Somewhere around 12:30am, Liz, Amy, and I were the only girls still awake and they wanted to watch a movie in the theater. I was exhausted and decided I couldn't stay up any longer. Luke had passed out at least an hour ago so I figured it would just be best to climb in bed with him and get enough sleep to party all day when we woke up.
“Julie, come on! It’s not even late!” Liz urged me.
“It’s Magic Mike! You have to watch with us! How often can you watch a movie in an actual private theater?” Amy chimed in.
As much as the pleaded with me, I eventually found my way down the hall to where six of the bedrooms were. It was a long hall with a large bathroom at the end of it. I headed to the bathroom first to wash my face and brush my teeth. As I brushed my teeth, I looked in the mirror and saw my red, glossy eyes staring back. I hadn’t been high like this in a while. I wasn’t wasted or anything but I was certainly feeling good.
Looking in the mirror, I studied my body as I sometimes did. I was thirty-two years now and There was some slight sag here and there, but overall I thought I still looked good - flat tummy, firm legs, long, dirty blonde hair, and full B-cup breasts. I realized that I had stopped brushing and was just looking at myself at different angles. I laughed at myself for being ridiculous, but for better or worse I compared myself to my friends all the time. Amy and Liz were still as hot as the day they graduated college despite a few kids between them!
I finished brushing and headed out of the bathroom. I was pretty tired and I walked back down the long hall to the room that Luke was sleeping in. As I opened the door and slipped into the room, trying to not wake him, I realized how dark the room was. It was an inside room with no windows so it was pitch black. I used the brightness from my phone screen to light the floor a little bit so I could make my way to the bed without tripping. Once I was next to the bed, I slipped off my shorts and shimmied out of my bra, leaving me in my panties and tank top.
As softly and quietly as I could, I slipped into bed and got under the covers. Luke barely budged so I snuggled up next to him in a spooning position. He moved a little to make room and draped an arm across me. Almost immediately I started to drift off to sleep. Just as I was about to fall asleep, Luke moved his arm and his hand landed on my right breast. He must have been half-awake because when his hand found its place, he gave me a little squeeze. Playfully, I pushed my butt back into his groin.
He took that as a signal and put his hand up my tank top to again squeeze my breast. I pushed back again - why not? I was a little drunk and a little horny. If we could be quiet, I wouldn’t mind a quickie. He seemed to get the hint and moved his hand down my body. Luke pressed his hand against my mound, using his fingertips to rub my slit through the panties. A small moan escaped my lips.
I turned to kiss him but just as I did so, he slid down the bed under the covers. He was a bit clumsy because of all the drinking today but he was eventually between my legs, pulling my lacy panties to the side. The incredible darkness in the room heightened the sensations. It was the kind of dark that your eyes never adjust to. I’d been in here for fifteen minutes and I still couldn’t see six inches in front of my face.
At first, I felt fingers rubbing up and down my slit, paying special attention to my clit and slipping inside me every few seconds. I was trying hard to be quiet but he was an expert with his hands. I knew my friends could be just outside the door, so I covered my face with a pillow to muffle my moans.
Next, I felt what I had been hoping for - his hot breath on my dripping pussy. I knew what was next and braced myself for the pleasure. He started with a deep lick from just above my asshole all the way up to my swollen clit. He repeated this a few times before latching his lips onto my clit and sucking hard. His tongue was rapidly flicking over my little button causing me to nearly bounce off the bed. It was such a challenge not to yell out.
As he continued his masterful performance on my clit, Luke pushed a finger inside me and curled it in a ‘come hither’ motion. He was tapping on my g-spot while sucking my clit with more intensity than every before. I felt the climax building and my only concern was if people down the hall were going to hear me come. I was squirming and breathing deeply. Luke read the signs correctly and doubled his efforts, pushing me closer and closer.
Then suddenly, boom! An intense orgasm ripped through my body and I moaned into the pillow, hoping no one heard it. As the waves slowed and subsided, Luke stopped licking and pulled his finger out of me. At that point, I was ready for him to climb on and slip his dick inside me but he surprised me.
He was kneeling in between my legs and I heard him pull his underwear down. I still couldn't see but it didn’t matter anymore. I was convinced that was the reason I came so hard to begin with. He pulled me up and kissed me passionately. I could taste myself on his lips and that only turned me on more. He then did something out of the ordinary and flipped me around onto my knees. I couldn't remember the last time we fucked doggy style but I was into it tonight.
I felt him approach me on his knees and rubbed the head of his cock up and down my slit, coating it with my juices. As he slowly slid inside me, I was reminded that I once heard this position can make your man’s penis feel bigger and tonight that seemed true! Luke was average but tonight it felt like he was stretching me a bit more than usual.
“You’re so fucking tight tonight,” he whispered.
As he continued pushing inside me, he started thrusting slowly. It felt like he was trying to keep his balance - he was clearly still drunk, but shockingly he seemed pretty hard. Sometimes Luke got a little case of Whiskey Dick when he drank, but not tonight! The slow thrusting was great - I’m not sure I could have handled a hard fuck at the time.
Each stroke in this position felt fantastic.
Luke continued his slow strokes behind me and suddenly he shocked me again. I felt him spit on me. It landed directly on my asshole. I had seen this in a couple dirty movies he’d shown me in the past, and rolled my eyes thinking of my husband trying porn shit with his wife. I hoped he didn’t think we were doing anal!
Then I felt it. His thumb on my asshole. He didn’t push it in, just massaged the outside. To be honest, it felt pretty great. I wasn’t ready for what he was about to do. What happened next changed my life forever.
At the exact same time, Luke pressed his thumb into my ass and used his other hand to pull my hips back towards him. He thrusted forward and drove himself into me balls deep. I groaned into the pillow at this sudden deep penetration. My eyes shot open with the realization that something was very wrong.
It wasn’t just that Luke felt bigger, the cock inside me was bigger. I was being fucked deeper than ever before. The butt play, the difference in oral style - it all made sense now. Had I crawled into the wrong bed? Had someone else accidentally gotten in my bed? What the fuck was I going to do?
It was hard to concentrated because the man inside me was now picking up his speed and my pussy didn’t know this wasn’t right. She was just happy to be getting pounded by this big, new cock. Who could this possible be? My friends and Luke’s friends had similar builds and the fact that it was pitch black, I realized that he probably didn’t know it was me either. I then remembered that Amy once told me about her husband having a big dick. Could this be him, John? Was John fucking me?
He continued fucking me harder and harder. I was creaming all over him while I was trying to decide how I could possibly handle this. We’d been having sex for fifteen minutes. I’m not sure how exactly I could just stop and say ‘oops - my bad. I’m not your wife’. I had no idea how to handle this. Amy could walk in at any moment and catch us. It was a real lose-lose situation.
If we stopped, would we tell her that we accidentally fucked for so long? That he ate my out until I came on his face? Would she believe I didn’t know it was him even after he slammed his nine-inch cock into me?
Another two minutes had passed and I realized that I definitely should have stopped him by now. Maybe it was the weed and alcohol but I decided the best thing to do would be to make him come as quickly as I could and get the fuck out. He was drunk and would have no idea it was me.
As if he was reading my thoughts, he pulled out and laid down next to me. In a very unsubtle way, he pushed my face towards his cock, wanting me to suck it. I was disgusted but I was caught between telling him I know its him and causing a scene or just going with it to not get caught. I grabbed his cock, slimy with my secretions and gave him a few strokes. It was the first time I really got to feel how big it really was. It was massive. My first thought was disbelieve that it had been inside me.
I put the head in my mouth and tasted the strong taste of my own pussy. I had been cumming all over him and left him covered in my juices. Sucking them off of him felt incredibly dirty. After a few sucks, I climbed on top of him and lined up that big dick with my pussy. In one smooth down-stroke, I impaled myself on him. I groaned louder than I had anticipated and was still for a moment - listening for anyone coming and also readjusting to the big pole inside me.
After a moment, I began grinding up and down on him, clenching my vaginal muscles as tight as possible to make him cum.
“Oh fuck, this feels incredible,” he whispered to me.
I covered his mouth with my hand and began riding him harder. He was into that kind of treatment and began thrusting up to meet my strokes. I was now in a near constant state of cumming and was struggling to stay quiet. The bed was creaking and I thought for sure that Amy would walk in to see who was fucking her husband any second.
I was bouncing and gyrating my hips on his cock as best I could. I was sweating and panting. It was the wildest sex I’d ever had and all I wanted was to end it. His cock was hitting all the right places and as much as I was freaking out, I couldn't help but enjoy every single stroke. My pussy was on absolute fire and the noises coming from our genitals were not quiet. The sounds of wet squishing and bodies slapping was all I could hear.
I thought he would last forever so I went with the move that always made Luke come quickly. I reached behind me and gently cupped his balls. They, too, were oversized - like two eggs. I gave them a slight squeeze and he groaned loudly. Shit!
Then I felt it. The same signal that you get from every man before he comes. There was a slight whimper and he tensed up. I knew what was coming but I also felt myself on the edge of one final, huge orgasm. I know now that I should have hopped off but I didn’t. I needed to come too. I felt myself lose control right about the same time that he did. As I came, I felt him explode inside me. His pulsing, throbbing cock was filling me with his thick, white cum.
As soon as he stopped, I hopped off and mumbled something about being right back. He rolled over, pulled his underwear on, and seemed to fall right back asleep. I had no idea where my panties were but I knew I had to get out. I pulled on the shorts on the floor next to the bed and grabbed my phone for a light. I tiptoed out of the room, feeling John’s cum running out of me. Peeking into the hall, I saw the coast was clear. I ran down to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. I gave a little push and felt huge gob of cum run out of me and into the toilet.
Reaching down, I pushed two fingers inside myself to scoop out as much as I could. But I knew that he had shot it far deeper than I could reach. I pulled my fingers out and saw how much cum was on them. Without thinking, I stuck them in my mouth to taste the combined juices. No reason to stop acting like a total whore now, I thought!
I wasn't sure what to do now. I remembered that Luke and I were in the room next to Amy and John when I ran past it. I was exhausted and needed to go to sleep. I would figure out a plan the next day if I needed to. Maybe no one would be the wiser!
So I crept down the hall to my room and got in bed with the real Luke. As I did, he drunkenly reached over and pulled me against him. I felt his erection poking me and immediately panicked. Was he going to try to fuck me too?
I decided that was a worst case scenario and moved away from him. Within seconds, I was asleep. The next day would be happen no matter what. I would deal with it when I had to.
