It was my wife's birthday and for a surprise I had sent airline tickets to her best friend Maude and Maude's husband Claude. They flew in from Kansas City and I had a rental car reserved for them and they were sitting at the kitchen table when Amber got home from work. The surprise was total and Amber's grin got even bigger when I told her that I had dinner reservations made for the next evening and tickets for a play that she had been wanting to see. Then, to give Amber and Maude time to catch up on gossip, I drug Claude out to the garage to show him the 1965 Mustang I was restoring.
The next evening went great. The show was excellent, the dinner was marvelous, and then we headed for a local nightspot to finish off the evening with drinking and dancing. To make the night more fun for Amber I appointed myself designated driver and told the other three to cut loose and have a good time. We closed the place and then I helped all three of the happy drunks out to the car and pointed us home.
Maude and Claude were in the back and about half way home I heard a giggle from the back seat and I looked in the rear view mirror to see what was going on. Even as drunk as they were Maude and Claude were feeling a little on the amorous side. Claude had managed to work one of Maude's tits out of her dress and I was impressed with the size of the nipple and with how firm the tit looked - impressed enough to get a hard on. Luckily Amber was zonked out so she didn't notice the woodie that her friend had given me. Equally impressive was the size of the rod that was sticking up out of Claude's lap. It was a good ten inches long and I was amazed that a girl as small as Maude could handle something that large. While I was watching in the mirror I saw her lower her head and take Claude's cock in her mouth and I almost wrecked the car because I was spending so much time looking in the rear view. Maude had at least half that pole in her mouth and her cheeks were bulging when her head started bobbing up and down and the sight almost made me burst through my pants. It was all I could do to tear my eyes away and concentrate on the road. As much as I loved Amber at that exact moment in time and space I wanted to be the one in Maude's mouth. I managed to get us home alive and then I began the chore of getting the three of them out of the car, into the house and into bed.
Maude and Claude were fairly ambulatory and I managed to get them into the house and into the guestroom. Amber on the other hand was still out and I had to work her out of the car and then carry her into the house. Once in the house I began the chore of getting Amber undressed for bed. Trying to wrestle around 110 lbs. of dead weight can be a chore, but I finally got it done and pulled a sheet up over her and then I headed for the living room. When Amber is drunk she snores something fierce and I long ago learned that when that happened there was no way that I could sleep in the same room with her. I grabbed a pillow and a blanket out of the linen closet and headed for the couch. I made myself comfortable and in minutes I was asleep.
I'm not sure what it was that woke me up, but all of a sudden I was awake and staring up at the ceiling. For some reason I felt a sense of unease and after several moments I got up and headed down the hall to check on Amber. I heard it before I saw anything. The "smack, smack" of flesh hitting flesh is unmistakable and when I reached the bedroom door and looked in I saw Claude fucking my wife. In only took a second for me to take in the scene and in that second two things registered in my brain: Claude was managing to bury all of his huge cock in Amber's pussy on his in-stroke, and that Amber was still asleep. Until my dying day I will never understand what came over me next or why as I watched Claude feed his pole to my wife that my thoughts were not of anger and rage. No, my only thought was, "If Claude is fucking Amber that means Maude is alone."
Now I can honestly say that sneaking across the hall and fucking Maude while Claude was occupied with Amber is not what I had on my mind. What I thought was that Maude must be asleep or Claude wouldn't be able to fuck Amber and I remembered that huge nipple and firm tit that I had seen in my rear view mirror and here was my chance to get a good look. I did have a small fleeting thought that I should stop Claude, but the damage was already done so what good would it do to stop him now? Besides, if I did anything eventually it would have to involve Maude and that might ruin the special friendship that had existed between her and Amber for almost thirty years and it wasn't as if I could "unfuck" Amber.
I moved down the hall and quietly pushed open the guest bedroom door and what I saw took my breath away. Maude was asleep and lying on her back. Her tits stuck straight up and looked like two twin mountain peaks. The nipples were a good half-inch long and that was when she was asleep. I couldn't even imagine what would they must look like engorged with passion. But what really got to me was her pussy. Claude couldn't have been long gone from it because it was a wide-open hole with thick, ropy strings of cum running from it. I had the thought that I could probably bend down, look into it and see all the way up to her tonsils and once I had the thought I just had to do it. Maude's legs were spread so I got up on the bed and then laid down with my face only inches from that wide-open tunnel. Then I surprised the hell out of myself. Without giving it any conscious thought I stuck my tongue out and licked Maude's pussy. Don't ask me why I did it because I don't honestly know - it was just there and I just did it. As soon as my tongue touched her pussy Maude squirmed, moaned and her hands came up and grabbed my head and pulled me to her. Was she awake, or was it an unconscious involuntary response? I didn't know, but suddenly I wanted what she seemed to want and I started eating her pussy. The more I licked and sucked the more Maude moaned. I was both disgusted with myself and excited. Disgusted because I was eagerly sucking up another man's leavings when I had never even tasted my own out of Amber, and excited because - well, I didn't really know why I was excited, but I was. After several minutes Maude gave a little shudder and her hands fell away from me. I looked up at her and saw that her eyes were closed and I heard her softly breathing the breaths of someone asleep. Would she wake up in the morning thinking that she had dreamed that someone had eaten her?
I found myself with a very stiff cock and my next thought was "I wonder what that open hole would feel like." I very badly wanted to slide my cock into Maude. But I just couldn't bring myself to take advantage of a sleeping woman, especially a woman who was not my wife. Suddenly I realized that all I had to do to find out what it would feel like was to wait until Claude finished with Amber. I leaned down and gave Maude's pussy one last lick and then I got up and left the room. I carefully peeked around the doorframe into my bedroom and I saw that Claude was still banging away at Amber's pussy. He had her legs up on his shoulders and I could see the full length of his rod going into Amber. I had no idea how long he had been fucking her or how long it was going to take him to get off. He'd already cum in Maude and I knew how long it took me to get my nuts off when I'd been drinking.
His back was still to the door so I was able to stand there and watch Amber's pussy swallow that huge pole and while I stood there watching I wondered how Claude had come to be fucking her in the first place. Did he get up to go to the bathroom, get turned around and end up in my bedroom by mistake? Was he so drunk that he thought he was in bed with and fucking Maude? I couldn't bring myself to believe that he would knowingly fuck my wife in my house with me less than fifteen feet away on the living room couch. Or did he know what he was doing and planned on using drunkenness as an excuse if either Amber or I woke up and caught him? Then it occurred to me that I didn't even care; all I wanted was for him to get done so I could see what it would be like to follow a cock as big as his into a woman. Sick of me I know, but what can I say, I didn't understand it either.
I must have stood in the doorway for a good ten minutes before Claude gave a hoarse grunt like noise and said, "Here it comes sweetie, here it comes" and then he buried his bone deep in Amber and held himself still as his cock spurted his stuff into her hole. I ducked back out of sight and went back to the living room so he wouldn't see me. Five minutes passed and I didn't hear a thing so I snuck back to the bedroom door and peeked around the doorframe. Claude was still in bed with Amber - he was lying on the bed next to her snoring away! Now what? I couldn't let him stay there. For one thing, he needed to be gone when Amber and Maude woke up. For another, he needed to be out of the way so I could fuck Amber. I turned off the light and closed the door to darken the room and then I went over to the bed and shook Claude's shoulder. Nothing. I shook him a little harder; still nothing. I grabbed him and pulled him away from Amber and shook him really hard and all I got was a snort and more loud snoring.
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