Drugs, Sex, and a Night Forgotten!

Drugs, sex, and a night forgotten.

Part 1

We met Kevin at a party being thrown by our friends, Pam and Mark. Sometimes Kevin would bring powerful medicine to the parties and all he wanted in return was enough money to pay for the drugs. I'd say he's the proverbial "life of the party."

Kevin lives in a 2-family house with his apartment upstairs and a small Insurance Agency on the first floor. It's in a nice neighborhood with Tudor homes lining the streets, people strolling the sidewalks, and kids riding their bikes. The siding is faded to a dull gray color and the porch is painted thick with battleship gray paint. It's an old house, but it has character like the tenant who lives upstairs. A bit quirky and unique but charming nonetheless. Lucy and I have been to Kevin's apartment many times attending parties with our circle of friends and sometimes just us.

Calling Kevin a drug dealer is harsh. I've never witnessed him selling drugs to anyone other than people in our circle. He's just a college student who can get good medicine, and we pay him for it. Lately Kevin has been giving Lucy a big discount on our med's. As in free, and I know why he's being so generous. It's no secret that he has a crush on my wife and Lucy strings him along by flirting and being overly friendly with him. There is always an air of sexual tension between them when we get together, and they aren't doing a very good job at camouflaging their mutual feelings.

Over the previous year it hasn't been lost on me and other people in our circle of friends that Lucy and Kevin are chummy. More chummy than they should be for being casual friends. I see them holding a glance too long or gently touching hands when they think nobody is looking. Other people and I have seen them huddled together on a couch in a private conversation. Seeing her hand on his thigh or his arm around her at a party is common and the other husbands in our group have noticed. Kevin is a flirt. A big flirt, and he comes on to all the women, single or married. But he pays Lucy special attention, and she loves it.

At night when we are laying in bed Lucy will whisper in my ear about Kevin. She likes to tell me how attractive he is for a young college boy and how hot she gets flirting with him. Nothing sexual has happened between them, but I know my wife. She wants it to go a little further. Otherwise, why keep talking about him? It isn't just to make me jealous. There's more to it than that. She wants something more to happen between them and in her way she's telling me so during our pillow talks at night. Countless nights I've laid in bed with Lucy's hand wrapped around my hard dick as she whispers in my ear things that a wife shouldn't tell her husband about another man.

Saturday morning Kevin called asking if we would come over and party and hang out; maybe watch some TV or a movie and get stoned. It sounded like a good time and I know that Lucy wanted to go so we made the short trip to his apartment later in the afternoon. After climbing the steps to his second floor abode the first thing that anybody notices is the natural wood. All the trim, cabinets, doors, and floors are stained wood, and it gives his apartment a warm amber glow. In the summer his place is warm and inviting with fresh air gently blowing in from the open windows.

I remember the days as a student when my apartment was furnished with older, well-used couches chairs, and tables. The kind of furniture that's comfortable, familiar, and fits your body because of the many hours of use. The fabric may be faded and thin in places, but it's like and old friend that's happy to see you.

Today the party got started at his kitchen table. A bag of weed for me and pills and powder of some kind for them. As for myself I like to smoke weed and drink beer or rum, but my wife and Kevin want a more intense experience with harder medicine like MMC or MDMA and Cocaine. When we party with Kevin it's a day of alcohol, drug abuse and flirty behavior full of sexual innuendo. I've lost count of how many times they've passed out on his couch leaning against each other to stay upright. Peeling my wife off his sofa to go home at night happens more often than it doesn't. They make a party pair and with me around it makes us a throuple. Our throuple is more platonic than romantic, but the hint of something more is always in the air.

We always end up in his small living room watching TV. I kick back in an old comfy chair to the left of the couch, and they sit on the sofa with an old coffee table that we use to put our drinks and party supplies on. We talk about more useless crap and nonsense than anyone can imagine. Fueled by drugs and alcohol we have settled into a familiar routine of conversation, flirting and getting absorbed by whatever is on the wide screen TV.

I've seen it several times before; they end up sitting next to each other as they enjoy the high and the sexual tension that hovers around them. They are always skirting the edge of something happening but with me in the room they haven't crossed the line. Lucy wants to take the next step, but I think Kevin is afraid of how I'll react. It's an unspoken thought that I know we all share. A feeling that's just under the surface of our conversation but never gets spoken. It's like static electricity. Always there and ready to reveal itself.

Like every other time we are at his apartment my wife and Kevin start getting touchy-feely soon after the drugs kick in. I guess Kevin thinks he's entitled to some fun after giving us free drugs. As usual, they sit on the couch near each other as they laugh and giggle and entertain themselves. But after a few minutes the drugs start working, and they slip into the euphoric high they're seeking. I've never been a hard pharmaceutical user, but they want harder medicine. I'll stay with weed and alcohol because that is high enough for me.

Their flirting has been getting bolder and more overt as the months have passed, and it's obvious that the sexual tension between them is growing. But as long as I'm around they don't cross the line into more dangerous territory. I wouldn't stop them if they did. I know she wants him, and he wants her, it's just a matter of when will it happen.

After watching some TV I glanced in their direction while reaching for my beer and I see them sitting next to each other with their legs touching. Out of my right ear I hear the sofa creek and the slightest hint of Lucy moving on the couch. The sound of the cushions sliding against their clothes makes me aware that something is going on behind me. I took a quick glance and saw my wife with her head on his shoulder and a hand on his thigh. Kevin has his head tilted back, and his eyes closed enjoying the high and attention from my wife. Her "wanna be beau" has his arm wrapped around her neck and his hand dangling dangerously close to her left tit. I know my wife well enough that she wanted his hand on her tit and she wouldn't stop him from taking a squeeze.

The television is playing a war movie about the Germans hiding works of art in a mine in France and American soldiers looking for the treasure. I started to get involved with the movie and paid less attention to Kevin and Lucy sitting on the couch. My attention was pulled away from the screen by more movement on the sofa behind me. When I turned to have another look they were on their knees leaning over the coffee table getting ready to inhale a couple more lines. Kevin had cut a couple of fat lines of pink powder for them to enjoy. He gave Lucy a straw, and she snorted her line. After she finished Lucy handed Kevin the same straw then he inhaled the other line of pink powder.

Kevin leaned back and sniffed hard, letting out a slurred, "Oh fuck, that's amazing." He sank into the corner with his hands to his sides, and his head leaning on the back cushion. Lucy was very shaky after she finished. Still kneeling on the floor she was trying to get back on the couch with Kevin, but she was having a difficult time getting off the floor. Lucy collapsed on the sofa in a heap. I thought I was high until I looked at them. They're on another planet kind of high. I watched the head rush and the euphoric release of drugs into their brains. I couldn't help but laugh at them as they laid against each other in a drug induced coma.

Neither of them could have told you their names or where they were.

Lucy gathered herself enough to lay down on the sofa with her head on his lap and a hand on his thigh. My wife's face was only the thickness of his blue jeans away from his dick.

Nothing was going on, so I switched my attention back to the television. I became immersed in the story again. I reached for my beer on the coffee table only to find the can empty. The kitchen seemed like a mile away even though it's only a few feet from me, but there's cold beer in the fridge and weed on the kitchen table waiting for me to claim it. Lucy had rolled onto her back with her braless breasts hanging free under her short sleeve shirt. My wife's shorts had ridden up her legs outlining the camel toe hiding beneath them.

The refrigerator was almost bare except for the beer and wine that Lucy and I brought earlier in the day. The beer can was cold to the touch, and I popped the top to take a drink of the cold malty liquid. A bag of weed and rolling papers were screaming at me from the kitchen table. I can still roll a good doobie, and I was surprised at how good I still am at it. There was an open window across the room, so I sat on the floor and enjoyed blowing smoke out of the old window.

I knelt on the wood floor looking out of the opening and relishing the approaching summer evening. I was jealous watching the happy families walk up and down the sidewalks with children in tow. It made me sad to know that we'll never have kids of our own because of a cruel joke that mother nature played on my wife. After I finished feeling sorry for myself I sat down in the chair with the cold beer in hand.

By now a different movie was playing. Something about a retired sniper living on a ranch out west. I had nothing better to do but wait on the drug buddies to sleep it off, so I kicked back and watched the flick.

Before I knew what happened I fell asleep. I must have slept for several hours because a different movie was playing when I woke up. I feigned sleep listening to the sounds of the couch groaning from the weight and the movement of the two people sitting on it. Slowly turning my head the sofa came into view and I saw what the commotion was about.

Maybe it was the drugs, or maybe he mustered the courage because I was asleep, but Kevin had unbuttoned my wife's top and had his right-hand under the thin material of her summer blouse. Lucy wasn't protesting his touch. The couch was giving away their not so secret, secret. I heard Lucy rocking her hips reacting to Kevin rubbing her camel toe. Lucy's voice was barely above a whisper as she moaned and purred like a kitten.

Finally, it was happening. All the flirting and innuendo between them was coming to a peak. They are so going to fuck. Sitting in the chair motionless, feigning sleep, I readied myself for what was about to happen.

I heard Lucy say in a slurred whisper like voice, "You know you want to."

"But Mike's here. What if he wakes up, and catches us?" Kevin said in a hushed cautious voice.

Lucy purred, "Michael likes to watch. He won't care."

"What? What did you say? He likes to watch?"

Lucy whispered, still thinking that I'm asleep, "He's watched before, he won't get mad."

"Lucy, I don't want to get shot by a jealous husband!"

In a much louder voice Lucy yelled, "Michael, wake up!" Then she repeated it again, "Michael, wake up!"

I sat up in the chair and glanced in their direction. Lucy turned to look at me with her shirt unbuttoned and her tits ready to fall out and said, "Michael, do you want to watch?" Then she sheepishly repeated his words, "He's afraid that you'll shoot him!"

I smiled at them, laughing I said, "Kevin, I won't get mad about it!"

"See Kevin, I told you he won't care!" Lucy stood up, as shaky as she was and unfastened the last button of her shirt and tossed it on the floor exposing her full breasts for Kevin to look at.

He was almost speechless, but he managed to say, "They're bigger than I imagined."

Lucy was surrounded be light coming from the windows highlighting her silhouette. The soft mounds of flesh hanging on each side of her chest looked angelic and begging for his touch. Quickly unzipping the fly of her shorts her panties and jeans fell to the floor. From behind I could see the gently flowing curves of her voluptuous body. Most of her weight was in her tits and big round ass. Lucy's weight looks good on her, and she wore it proudly. Her lightly tanned curves were there for his taking. Lucy stood in front of Kevin breathing slowly, her breasts heaving up and down, her legs slightly spread inviting him to look and touch her soft body.

Kevin sat on the sofa gazing at my wife taking in her nakedness. His eyes tracing over every square inch, probing her body with his sight, looking at the soft skin of her breasts, belly, and legs. He scooted forward, the couch made a loud thump from his shifting weight, and he reached up his shaking right hand and touched Lucy's slightly pooched belly. His fingers gently resting on her skin tracing the shape of her soft belly. Slowly tracing down, Lucy's skin jumping with pleasure, he touched her dark thickly haired bush. Lucy tossed her head back, dark wavy hair cascaded down her back and with a soft moan escaping her lips, her ass tightened pushing her mound closer for Kevin to explore.

After months and months of waiting Lucy's suitor was feeling her most prized possession. Kevin was running his fingers through the hair between my wife's legs: his fingers probing for her lips and the moist hole that he has desired. Lucy reached and ever so softly rested her hand on his forearm encouraging him to go further. Her hips began to rock back and forth as he touched the camel toe beneath his fingers.

Lucy tugged at his white t-shirt silently asking him to take it off. Kevin took the hint and quickly pulled his shirt over his head revealing the hairy chest of a twenty-something young man. Lucy prodded him to stand as she took a step back giving him room to get off of the couch. Kevin, stood in front of her, no words being spoken, gazing at each other in drug fueled lust. Lucy ran her fingers through his chest hair, touching him, touching the body of the young man that has chased her for the last year.

They are so going to fuck.

My wife reached for the bulge between his legs rubbing his shaft with her fingers, probing and gauging the size of the manhood hiding under his jeans. Tilting her head back Lucy offered him those soft moist lips to kiss. My wife put a hand behind his neck and coaxed him to explore her lips and mouth. With her lips slightly parted their tongues met with a flurry of passion and lust. Their bodies were touching, and her soft breasts pressed tightly against his chest. My wife clumsily searched for the clasp of his pants to remove the barrier between their bodies. Kevin helped her unbutton his jeans then gravity pulled his pants to the floor. Lucy tugged at the waistband of his boxers enticing him to remove the final barrier between their naked bodies. When his boxers hit the floor and I got an eyeful of his package I knew Lucy would be having a good time tonight.

His penis looked magnificent with her left hand wrapped around its girth. The shaft of his penis is surrounded with a thick mane of pubic hair easily as thick as my wife's bush. Running her hand along his length Kevin began to moan and rock his hips responding to the gentle touch of my wife's fingers. Although not the longest cock she's had her fingers around it may have been the thickest. His shaft's girth is larger than she can wrap her tiny hand around and his ball sac, covered in hair was impressively big and hung low between his legs.

Kevin kicked his pants and boxers aside. His hands on my wife's upper arms he turned Lucy toward the couch and pushed her down with her rump landing on the cushions causing his sofa to let out a loud thump as her ass came to rest.

His cock was pulsating with each heartbeat pumping his blood, engorging his shaft and cock head. Lucy reached for his penis, anxious to touch him with her fingers once again. She parted her lips to take him into her mouth. As her moist lips touched the tender skin of his gland, Kevin' legs shook and his knees bent as the pleasure of her mouth sent ripples of ecstasy through his body. Slowly my wife wrapped her lips around his cock and suckled the end of his penis. My wife's mouth was opened wide as she took him deeper between her lips. Her tongue licked the underside of his shaft and probed the skin of the new cock in her mouth. Wrapping her fingers around the base of his shaft Lucy began to bob her head pushing him further in her mouth. In her drugged state of mind she took his penis until her nose started to touch his hairy pubic mound. She had no gag reflex because of the drugs pulsing through her veins.

Lucy pulled away revealing his spit covered penis. Over and over she repeated her cocksucking ability to her new boyfriend. Each time more strings of saliva clung to her lips bridging the gap between her mouth and his dick. Saliva was escaping from her mouth and running down her chin with each plunge of his cock into her parted lips.

A loud moan escaped Kevin's mouth as he held her nose against his pubic mound. A load groan escaped his lips and in a slurred and raspy voice I think he said, "You gorgeous cocksucker." My cocksucking wife couldn't stop. The more she sucked, the more Kevin' knees wobbled. He grabbed each side of Lucy's head by her hair, taking a big handful of her wavy black hair and shoving his cock head deeper in her throat. Lucy began to gag and cough and a tear ran down her cheek. Kevin held her nose against him not letting her spit his dick from her mouth. She put her hands on his hairy belly and began pushing him away so that she could breathe. Finally letting go of my wife's head she pulled her lips from his manhood and let a loud gasp for air.

His right hand gripped her throat, and he barked at her, "Lay down!" They were in their own world where nothing else existed except them and a burning desire to fuck. I didn't exist at that moment. I was a million miles away and neither cared if if I was in the room or not. They both have waited months for this very moment to happen and nothing was going to stop them. Engulfed in drug fueled lust Lucy laid on his dirty old couch and spread her legs revealing the thick hair running between her legs. My wife's hips were rolling in circles wanting him in violate her, to use her for his pleasure, to penetrate her wet and waiting pussy.

They are so going to fuck.

Kevin knelt between her spread legs rubbing his dick along my wife's wet pussy lips surrounded by her thick mane of dark hair. He lined up his cock with the gapping hole between her legs and in one slow thrust he was buried deep in my wife's vagina. His girth stretched Lucy's pink skin around his shaft, and she let out a scream like I've never heard before. In a loud unrestrained voice she screamed, "Oh fuck, your cock feels amazing!"

That was all the encouragement that he needed because he began to pound my wife into the sofa. I was glued to the chair as I watched him smash my wife's pussy hard and fast into the dirty cushions of his couch. I pulled my phone from my pocket and began to film them as they coupled together for the first time. Her pussy was wet and the sound of his skin slapping against the moist flesh between her legs filled my head and echoed throughout his apartment.

My wife was getting railed. With every slap of their skin Kevin pushed Lucy's head further toward the arm rest of the sofa. Her neck was bent and jammed into the corner of his couch stopping her movement. He had her cornered and wasn't about to take it easy on her.

Kevin looked like a caveman mating with woman he just stole. Under his clothes was a hairy neanderthal. I would never of guessed that he looked so animal like under his jeans and shirt. He is always clean-shaven and well groomed, so the hairy body took me by surprise.

Lucy was screaming. She was trying to speak, but the words were unintelligible and slurred. My wife wasn't screaming from pain. With her arms around his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist Lucy was screaming in pleasure and ecstasy.

The animal nature of their coupling made me imagine that Kevin was an angry lion mating with the queen of his pride. He was being rough and aggressively pounding my wife seeking his orgasm and not caring about her. He stopped the assault on Lucy's vagina and barked at her to get on her knees. He pulled is penis out of my exhausted wife and grabbed her by the waist to flip her over on her belly. He wasn't waiting on Lucy to respond. Not only that, but he manhandled my wife to her knees and pushed her head into the cushion. Staring up at him was a beautiful and hairy bunghole and a fur lined pussy dripping for him to take.

And he took it. Smashing his penis into her hard and fast causing my wife to scream out over and over again. The sound of their coupling was like a metronome, constant and repeated, The sound coming from the collision of their skin was precise and sounded like wet hands clapping in perfect time. Kevin punished her vagina, constantly hitting bottom and stretching her pink skin to the limits.

In a loud growl Kevin spit out the angry sounding words, "I'm cumin bitch!" I filmed him pumping rope after rope of his seed into my wife, his ass twitching and face contorted from the orgasm. When he was finished Kevin pushed her forward then he collapsed back on the sofa landing in the other corner.

Both of them were panting heavily trying to catch some breath and recover from the marathon of sex and drugs. Kevin didn't last long. He fell asleep in minutes and Lucy laid motionless with his seed leaking from her well fucked hole. I turned my camera off and thought I better help her get dressed to go home. I needed to get her to the car before he wakes up wanting round 2 from my wife.

When we got home I helped Lucy get in bed, clothes and all, so she can get some sleep and badly needed rest from the sex-athon between her and Kevin. I put sweat shorts and a t-shirt on and turned the lights out and went to sleep.

I woke up with the morning sun in my eyes and a brain splitting headache. Reaching across the sheets I found my wife sleeping like a baby. I got up, after closing the bedroom door behind me, I went to the kitchen to brew some coffee and eat a bowl of frosted flakes. The clock on the wall read 9:30. I wasn't even going to wake Lucy up. I let her sleep until she couldn't sleep anymore. It was 2:30 Sunday afternoon before Lucy walked into the living room where I was watching television. The afternoon sun filled the house with welcoming light for my wife. Lucy flopped down next to me on the couch putting her head on my shoulder and wrapping her arm around mine. I jokingly said, "I'm surprised you can sit after last night!"

Lucy said, "Why?"

"After what Kevin did to you last night I'm surprised that you can sit down. Aren't you sore?"

"I'm a little uncomfortable but...... What did Kevin do?"

I looked at her and said, "Are you kidding? You don't remember? Oh, by the way he called earlier asking if you were okay. You didn't answer your phone so he called me"

"Michael! Answer me! What did he do last night?"

I sat up on the leather cushion, looked her dead in the eye and asked if she was serious. "You don't remember?"

"You're starting to piss me off Mike!"

"Lucy, you fucked Kevin on his couch."

Lucy looked at me like I have a third eyeball growing out of my forehead.

"I did what? On his couch?"

"I shot video with my phone. It looked like you were having fun, so I shot a couple clips of you and Kevin." I started laughing because she really didn't recall what happened last night, so I asked her, "Want to see them?"

Lucy looked embarrassed, like she was caught masturbating or something. She covered her mouth with her left hand and asked me to go get my phone. Lucy wanted to see what Kevin did to her last night.

When I sat back down on the couch I told Lucy that I wasn't mad about anything in the videos and not to worry about me being mad..... about anything.

After several taps on the screen I had the first video ready. I handed the phone to my wife and said, "Hit the play button."

Lucy switched her stare to me and whispered, "Do I want to see this?"

"It looks like you were having fun to me, so go ahead and hit play!"

She touched the screen with her index finger and the video began to play. Her screams blasted through my phone's speaker, but Lucy's voice is unmistakable. It was her screaming in pleasure as Kevin mercilessly pounded her into his couch. Lucy didn't put the phone down. She watched the first video to the end. "Are there more Michael?"

"Scroll up to play the next clip!"

The second video is brutal. Kevin nailed her doggy style and had her pinned in the corner of the couch. Lucy was screaming at the top of her lungs through most of it, but after he shot countless ropes of his cum in her, he pushed her aside and collapsed on the sofa. Lucy watched all 12 minutes of Kevin wrecking her pussy. She handed the phone back, looking up at me Lucy said, "I thought it was a dream. It really happened. I did fuck Kevin!" Lucy's green eyes were like lasers pointed at me, piercing my heart, then she said, "Michael..... can I do it again?"

I knew she would want to go back for more. I sighed and told my wife, "You need to return his call anyway..... ask him."

Part 2 coming soon