Disenchanted

Julia was already almost passed out on the couch when Douglas got to the small apartment they shared now. She was letting herself go. She had a wine stain across her chest that was still wet. Douglas looked at her without sympathy, reaching down to tweak her nipples. She shook her head, moaning.

"Tom, stop," she mumbled, trying to bat Douglas's hands away. Douglas helped her stand up, then walked her to the small bed they now slept in together. He laid her down on her belly, then pulled her sweatpants down from the back, revealing a pert, tomboyish rear.

"Tom ... " Julia said, still out of it. Douglas sucked on his index finger, then rubbed it against her pucker. After adding more saliva, he worked the digit inside her.

"The fuck" she said, fully awake now.

"Shut up," Douglas said. "Elizabeth never let me do this. You're going to give this to me." He pushed his finger in and out, then adding a second one. With his free hand, he got some baby oil from the drawer and started to liberally lube her up.

"Fuck you. You cost me my best friend ... my husband," she said, suddenly stopping to vomit in the trash can that the couple kept at the bedside. She sighed, reconsidering. "Look, I'm sorry. I blame you for a lot of this. But I blame myself too. I like you, Douglas. I just don't like how we ended up in this position. I feel like we're in a downward spiral, and every day gets worse. I don't know how we make it better, but ... sure ... you can take some ass. Tom used to."

"I heard. Now ... you're too drunk for all that chit chat," Douglas chided her. He got above her, placing his hands on her upper back as he pushed his cock into her tight ass.

"Oh fuck, that's the ticket," Douglas grunted. He rutted into her for a dozen minutes, until his throbbing cock exploded into her tight rectum, filling it with his seed. By the time he was spent, she was snoring.