Blacked out sex

The revelation of Zach’s huge cock sent me into a darkness. Already on the edge with Rachel dating other men, the knowledge of another man’s size dropped me into an abyss. My well endowed friend would be inside my wife, stretching her and filling her in ways I wasn’t capable, and there was nothing I could do about it.

For the rest of the day, I embraced my alcoholism. I couldn’t handle this sober, but maybe I could handle it if I was always drinking. Downing a shot, every time friend’s horse cock splitting my thin wife flashed in my mind. Beyond blackout.

Out of the shower, I pulled linen pants onto my still wet body, the fabric clinging to my cock. Poured another drink while Rachel showered. Maybe she would exit, and confess this situation was horrible. We could throw in the towel, raise the white flag, call it quits—swinging wasn’t our thing, sorry.

Her revealing dress shattered my illusions like a clumsily dropped wine glass. Her tits bulged out of the dress, her nipples pressed against the fabric like the rage beneath my skin. I mumbled, “You must really want Zach to fuck you.”

She winked at me then bent over giving me a buyer’s view of her big pale tits, showing how seductive she was, and how no man would be able to resist her. She relished her newfound sexuality. She really did want Zach to destroy her with his monster cock.

Maybe I could stop her from wanting to go to dinner. I walked over and gave one tit a big squeeze, and fumbled one hand up her short dress, my fingering tugging at the fabric of her panties. My drunken attempt at seduction became an embarrassment. My hands groped with zero delicacy or tact like an overweight man weaving to the bathroom at a crowded bar.

Stumbling back Rachel pushed me off her. My attempt at seduction closer to a **** than a loving husband. I couldn’t spoil her for her big date. She wanted Zach. The signs were obvious: Makeup perfect. Pussy freshly shaved. Honeymoon lingerie worn. All to fuck my friend who had a big fucking cock.

It made me sick. I walked to the bathroom, and propelled the liquid out of my stomach into the porcelain bowl.

To make up for losing that ****, I increased my pace during dinner, ordering a fury of drinks, no matter the kind just keep them coming. The only thing that could keep my attention away from my next drink was Katy’s tantalizing cleavage. She wore this little number that was made to be torn off in a fit of passion. She flirted throughout dinner, biting her lip, flashing me a crooked smile. Her desire for me kept my jealousy and rage beneath the surface.

At the conclusion of dinner, Rachel draped herself on Zach. A large arm wrapped around her thin waist to whisk her away. Away to a place where I couldn’t hear her gasp at the sight of his enormous manhood. So far away where I couldn’t hear her squeal in pleasure as he bisected her thin frame with his massive pole.

Lost in my own thoughts of my wife fucking another man, Katy climbed into my lap. She told me I could do whatever I wanted to her. In the mood I was in, that was a mistake.

I told her, “I want to take you back to your room and fuck your tight little body.”

In response, her hand gripped my dick through my linen pants, her finger rubbing the ridge of my cockhead. What a horny slut—everything about her begged that she wanted it hard.

Another double shot, and we stumbled from the restaurant. To keep me steady Katy snuggled into me as we walked back. Taking advantage of the closeness my hand reached down under her dress and squeezed her fat ass. More than worth the wait, her ass felt soft and thick—a true booty.

She giggled playfully, shaking it for me, teasing me, making me desire her even more. She brought out my hunger.

A drunken confession spilled from my mouth, “I been watching your fat ass in your tiny thongs all week. It’s taken all my willpower not to squeeze it.” My hot liquor breath blows into her ear, before I add, “All my willpower not to rip your thongs to the side and fuck you right there at the pool or on the beach.”

Once back to the villa, and I offered to pour us some drinks. Katy’s ass guided me away from the bar and into the bedroom like a lighthouse steering ships away from hazards in the dark sea. She collapsed me in a chair, then stripped for me. Blink and you’d miss the strip tease because she wasn’t wearing much: a bra and a skimpy g-string. Seductively her bra lowered to reveal her tanned tits, which stood big and perky on her petite frame. Areola covered much of her boob in large wide circles that a newborn would have no trouble finding to suckle for the first time.

She bent forward squeezing her tits together, her crooked teeth misaligned in a seductive smile. I mumbled, “Fuck girl. You are sexy. Let me suck those bitches.”

Spreading my legs, she rubbed her soft tits and hard nipples against my face. No one has ever motorboated so sloppily. I squeezed and sucked them. Drool drip down my face. Her tan tits gleamed in slobber, dark bruises appearing in telling circles where I sucked and bit too hard in my drunken desire.

With my face buried between her wet tits, I reached and grabbed a fat ass cheek with each hand. Spreading them out, I smacked and massaged them. This ass put my wife’s skinny butt to shame.

Thinking about my wife was a mistake. Thinking about her and Zach. About Zach’s huge cock and my wife’s rail thin body.

I reared back, and hit Katy’s ass with a slap that left my hand stinging. As she cried out in pain, I slide a finger between her legs. Katy moaned loudly in my ear. Pain and pleasure. This bitch would get both. A nipple between my teeth. A finger buried in her twat.

Or what I thought was her twat.

In my drunken state, I ended up putting a dry finger in her ass. Plunging into her tight brown hole, I noticed she lacked the warm wetness I expected. Correcting my mistake, my finger switched holes, but I still wasn’t getting the wetness I expected. The solution? Finger her deeper.

Squirming out of my reach, Katy knelt down between my legs, taking my cock out of my pants. Starting with a spit on my cock, she got to work. This erection was earned, not given. The whole time I praised her sucking prowess, despite her frustration at how long it took.

Once hard, I lifted her up off the ground to screams of excitement. I carried her over to the bed and threw her onto the covers. I told her, “Get on your back, I want to see your big titties bounce.”

She rolled onto her back, and fingered her pussy. It was sexy watching her pleasure herself. I got between her thighs and took a look at her bald pussy. Unlike Courtney she did have a white tan line from her bikini. Before I put it in her, I slapped her pussy and clit a few times with my cock. Then I slid my cock in her, she gave the loudest moan.

Fuck she was loud. She wouldn’t shut up. She didn’t say any words. Just ooos, and aaahs, and eeeehhhs. It was sort of annoying. It just made me fuck her harder, trying to punish her for being annoying. I made her big perky tits bounce.

Then I pulled out, and flipped her around lifting her fine ass into the air. I fucked her from behind. My hands were constantly smacking her ass. Her cheeks became bright red. Her fat cheeks felt great against my hips. To finish it off, I grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and pulled her head back. She screamed louder. I couldn’t believe it. I jackhammered her tight pussy until I came inside her.

I collapsed on top of her, squishing her to the bed. I must have fallen asleep, because Katy was hitting me, telling me to get off of her. I mumbled, “What?” And rolled off her, and passed out again.

I woke up when Nick picked me up. He carried by naked body across the villa, and tossed me onto my bed. I passed out again.

I woke up on the floor. It was dark. I army crawled over to the bathroom. I lifted the toilet seat and puked my guts out. Luckily it was mostly just liquid. When I was down, I just laid down right on the bathroom floor and fell asleep again.