Hung over

Nelson was groggily rolling onto his side, his head pounding he quickly jammed his eyes shut. His mouth was dry and he felt like he was going to die. He groaned as he rolled onto his back. It had been a long time since he'd felt this kind of drunk. Not wishing to move and risk more painful throbbing, Nelson moved his arm about to search for Morgan, but couldn't not find her.

"...ugh..." Another groan escaped his parched throat as he rolled onto his side to find his phone flashing at him. "...a message..." whispering he took hold of the phone and pulled it close to his face. "...mm... ...shit..." Nelson scrunched his face as his pin played cat & mouse with his brain. "Oh yeah..." He smiled to himself as he input the number.

It was a video from Morgan. His brow furrowed as he tried to focus his vision on what was playing before him. Christmas music played in the background and people were loudly singing along, some were chanting an unknown phrase his **** addled brain couldn't parse.

"Aaaaaand... *hic* ...and... ...ugh... ...and another thing, MISTER FRA- *hic* FRA- *hic* ZIER, orshouldIsaymisterfreezer ammiright?" Came a familiar and heavily slurred voice. "FCk you! *hic* Cheap assssss hooooole!" Nelson watched himself laughing drunkenly in the video.

"Oh fuck no..." Nelson shook his head as the video played on.

Mr. Frazier, the very man Nelson had been slandering, entered the frame, his face donning a furious scowl. At first he did nothing, as Nelson hadn't noticed him yet.

"Fu-*hic*-cking, fucking dip ass. Shit." Nelson slurred a bit more before spinning wildly around to find his boss standing so near. "Oh!" He resounded cheerily. "Is the fuggin' misser bossy boss dumb face. HA!" Nelson cackled.

"You're fired." Mr. Frazier bellowed. "Security!" The camera turned toward a commotion as it moved through the crowd until at last the guards broke through. "Him! Clean out his fucking office too!"

The guards apprehended Nelson who promptly buckled and fell to his knees as he was dragged bodily from the party. Nelson made no motion to fight nor did he say another word, something he was actually grateful for. So concerned with what had just happened he didn't hear the soft moan before it cut out. Another message from Morgan preceded the video.

"I cannot fucking believe you. I can't leave you alone and this is what you do? You got fired! You better find a way to get your fucking job back!" Morgan's message had read.

"No-no-no." Nelson shook his head and slowly **** himself up from the bed. His head throbbed as he stood. "...Ugh-fuck."

Slowly Nelson made his way into the bathroom to stumble through his morning routine. It wasn't until he was about to head downstairs that he glanced over at the bed and realized Morgan's side was still neatly made.

"Did she even come home?" He wondered aloud before venturing down stairs.

Nelson wandered through the living room, then dining room and finally the kitchen searching for some sign of his wife or a note about where she was but he couldn't find anything. Brows furrowed he reached into his pocket for his phone to check it for any messages, but there was nothing. He wanted to text her, but he was afraid she would lay into him about last night, not that he'd have disagreed with her, he just didn't need to hear it right now.

"Still..." He said before texting her. "I don't even remember that. How'd I get home and where are you?" Nelson put his phone on the counter before putting on a pot of coffee. He sighed as the aroma helped awaken and settle him somewhat. A loud vibration from his phone on the counter startled him.

"With a friend. We'll talk later." Was all her message read.

"Shit." Nelson swallowed hard as he realized just exactly how deep in the shit he was sitting. "Dammit!"

Morgan tossed her phone away, as she resumed bobbing her head up and down in Jack's lap, her hungry moans muffled by the thick length of throbbing meat that filled her mouth.

"Mm-fuck..." She breathed.

"You make a better cock-sleeve than a wife." Jack grinned as he watched Morgan paint the tip of his cock with her tongue. "Let's try a different angle shall we?" He asked.

"Mm-hm.." Morgan smiled as she released his cock with a final sucking pop.

Morgan rolled onto her back as Jack mounted her upturned face, driving his cock into her open mouth until his nuts rested on her her brow. Groaning as his cock disappeared into her throat, Jack's thrust into her again and again, fucking her mouth.

"Oh yeah, that-just like that.." Jack encouraged.

For her part, Morgan moaned, focusing on her breathing as Jack's girthy shaft slid in and out of her throat. Her hands swam along her naked body is she lay spread out beneath him.

"I could fuck your face all day." Jack grunted as his pumping loins withdrew his glistening cock from her Morgan's throat.

"Mm, yes!" Morgan gasped. "Fuck me all day. Nelson can wait." She rolled onto her side and looked up at Jack, her face covered with her own saliva, those bright azure pools however lingered on that shiny knob. "Please?" She begged sweetly.

"I suppose you've earned a ride." Jack grinned as he took a seat on the couch and leaned back. "Get to work." He ordered.

Morgan didn't waste anytime as she didn't wish to keep Jack waiting. Since the first moment she gave in to her urges with him, it was all she could think about. It spurred her to further depredations. Morgan had learned quickly that when he spoke she obeyed more of out reaction than any willful thought of her own. Her body just did it.

"Mm-fuck..." Morgan whined as she lowered her sopping hole down onto Jack's rigid girth.

Thoughts will quickly vanished as the primitive urges took over. Her eyes rolled back into her head as Jack's cock filled her. Her body shuddered, pausing for several moments not because she was trying to get accustomed to his size, but because she loved feeling his warmth inside her. Morgan's walls flexed as she sat, impaled on his meaty rod before finally lifting and dropping her hips.

"Oh you really like me don't you?" Jack laughed as he pulled his phone out. "Keep going on I want to record this." He commanded when she looked back at him.

Ever the willing cum-slut, Morgan nodded and let her hips bounce against his own as she leaned forward and braced herself against the couch. Her moans filled the room as she gave in to her desires, riding her husband's friend's cock with wild abandon.

"Lean forward." Jack had suddenly demanded, before sitting up and pushing her onto her knees.

Morgan eagerly shifted as he pushed her forward onto her hands and knees. She cried out as he hilted himself fully inside her forcing her orgasm to burst from her cock-stuffed hole.

"Shit-shit-shit!" She grunted as he Jack started pumping his dick into her orgasming folds, each successive curse hitting a higher pitch than the previous.

"Who's my slut?" Jack asked as buried his throbbing length into his friend's wife.

"Me! Me! I'm your slut!" Morgan cried out without a moment's thought.

"Good, slut!" Jack encouraged.

"Fuck me, Jack! I want you to use me." Morgan freely admitted. "F-hu-ck!" The weight of Jack's cock filled her so easily and fully it was all she could do to breathe even. "Oh my god!"

Jack smiled as he watched recorded his cock plunging in and out of her drooling slit. Loud wet squelching noises filled the room mingled with the soft music of Morgan's moans. Jack kept her cunt spasming, holding her hips as she orgasmed again and again.

"Yes-yes-fuck-SHIT!" Morgan squeaked, her toes curling as Jack held her in place, using her as if she were little more than a fleshlight.

"Time for you to swallow the evidence, slut." Jack groaned as he suddenly withdrew his cock from her gushing cunt.

"Mm-yes!" Morgan whined as she was let so abruptly empty, spinning quickly around she threw herself to the floor at Jack's feet.

"That's it, slut." Jack nodded approvingly as he stoked his exploding length over her upturned face to deposit a thick load of his creamy baby-batter directly onto her tongue.

"Ah-mm..." Morgan moaned as the salty fluid dripped into her throat, quickly taking Jack's cock into her mouth as if she could suck his cum directly from his heavy nuts. "Shit, even your cum tastes better!" She whimpered as she swallowed his warm cum. "Oh, Jack..." She panted even as her pussy yet spasmed.

"Go home, slut." Jack grinned as he turned away from her to gather his clothes from the floor.

"Y-yes, sir." Morgan nodded, smiling as she crawled across that same floor to collect her own clothes.