Charlene was supposed to be home by midnight. The regular bartender that night didn’t show, and she went in on a short shift. Her boss was supposed to take over around 11 and close. It had been several days since we’d had sex and I was super horny, so I showered and went to bed nude to wait for her. As I lay there, I considered jerking off. Damn, I felt like my balls were about to burst. It would certainly make me feel better, and I would last longer, but I’d been saving up since the last time we’d fucked. She squealed so sexily when I would shoot my load into her pussy, and I wanted to hear as much of that as I could tonight. We could fuck more afterward.

Midnight came and went, then one, then two, then...

The sound of her car in the driveway woke me. The clock showed 3:45. Good Lord! They must have had an after-closing party. Now I was horny AND pissed off. When she came in, I acted like I was still asleep, but in the dim light I could watch her through slit eyelids. Geez, she was smashed. Beer, whiskey, pot, and who knows what else. At the foot of the waterbed she stripped down to her panties, crawled in, and slid under the sheet. I heard her hand slide toward me and felt it touch my hip. She froze when she realized I was naked. I always slept in my Jockeys.

Laying still, eyes closed, breathing steady and deep, I held to the pretense of sleeping. The mattress sagged as she moved near me. I felt the warmth of her face next to mine and could smell the alcohol on her, in her. She inhaled deeply. For fuck’s sake, was she was sniffing my moustache to see if it smelled like pussy? I go to bed naked in our bed to wait for her so we could fuck like rabbits for the first time in about a week, she’s almost 4 hours late from a bar that was closed, comes home hammered, and she’s thinking I was screwing around? Oh, pissed no longer described how I felt. Then she slid down under the covers and I felt her nose on my dick. Another deep inhale. Fuck this!