Anyone Up For A Dance?

Your wife comes out of a professional athlete's home in the morning well fucked and satisfied. He and his teammates all hang out at the same bar and you're one of those sports groupie husbands who goes so far as to encourage your wife to sleep with the guys so you can hang out with them and buy their drinks. Your wife doesn't mind one bit. She's hot and they fuck like men. You don't.

Get me drunk. Convince me to have another shot because there's no way I have such a low alcohol tolerance. Tell me I'm such a baby for not wanting another drink. Make me have another and another until I can barely walk. Tease me for getting drunk that easily, while you're pretty much sober.

Pretend to be helping me, get me to bed safely, pull those sweaty clothes off of me. Now I'm naked and drunk, helpless. I already dozed off in your arms on the way here, but as you're starting to tease my clit, I'm wide awake. I try telling you to stop, pushing you off, but I'm too drunk, too weak to stop you. I look up at you, tired and pleading for you to not do this. I don't wanna be that girl who gets horribly drunk and ends up letting a man use her in ways she'd otherwise never allow.

Shove your cock inside my hole, feeling just a little wetness. But that wetness quickly turns into an ocean of my fluids as you roughly fuck me. I keep trying to tell you that you need to stop, that I don't want this. But my desperate moans tell a different story. After I've had my first orgasm and made a huge mess, you know you can do literally anything you want to me and I might even beg you to keep going. You can live out all your filthiest fantasies using my helpless body.

(And when you're done using me, I'll happily fall asleep in your arms and you'll take care of me the morning after.)

feeling lonely

I wanted to make your day more interesting ❤