A Jealous Wife Watching A Sympathetic Doctor Getting Fingered (Now in 4K HD Bluray)

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"A toast!" Stacy giggled drunkenly, "To good health!"

"To newfound love!" Bella added with a slur, her cheeks flushed red just as much as Stacy's.

"And for John to not be amnesia anymore!" Stacy finished off.

The two girls immediately downed their drinks right after, chugging it down like it was a race or something.

They both slammed their glasses down on the platter, huffing as they cheered together.

I could only raise an eyebrow, sitting between the two drunkards as I watched them both get absolutely shitfaced in amusement. Finishing my second glass of orange juice, I calmly set my glass down on the platter as well.

A bunny girl waitress, a different one from the brunette that I met earlier in the bar, smiled politely as she collected our glasses and asked, "Will there be anything else?"

She was a blonde-haired beauty with an amazing body figure, but at this point, I'd be hard-pressed to find someone who didn't look like a pornstar model these days. Instead of the corset being red like that Katherine Rodgers girl, this one was golden colored and had fishnets for her legs instead of pantyhoses. The name tag on her suit said, 'You can call me Amanda Wilson!' in flirtatious subtext.

Bella haphazardly waved her hands around in order to reach out for the bunny girl, before placing her hands on the waitress's butt and thighs, sensually rubbing them as she said, "Tell Boss to bring another rooounnd!"

"Another roooooounnd!" Stacy concurred with a fist in the air.

To her credit, the blonde bunny girl didn't even react to being sexually harassed, turning to me to ask, "And you, Mr. John Doe? Orange juice again?"

"Yes, please." I nodded, before adding, "Oh, uh, you guys make food too, right? Do you have pizza on the menu?"

"Of course! What kind would you prefer?" The waitress smiled professionally.

"Classic pepperoni."

She nodded, "Of course, I'll get our chefs on that right away! I'll be back with more drinks again."

She had to politely tug her leg away from Bella before the girl was able to leave, going back down to the first floor to get our orders ready.

We were left alone in a private booth upstairs. We were sitting in a rather large sofa with a fancy square table sitting in the middle. Closed curtains covered the entrance of our booth, giving us privacy from anyone outside. Pierre explained apparently that these booths were mostly exclusive for VIP customers, who wanted privacy with their dates as they get treated like royalty by the staff.

Being given the VIP treatment wasn't exactly something I was used to, but Stacy and Bella insisted we take a booth for ourselves. Pierre encouraged it as well, reminding us that the whole thing was on the house.

I couldn't help but feel guilty about taking advantage of someone's kindness, but I didn't exactly complain about it either.

Stacy took this opportunity to snuggle up against me, hugging my arm tightly like a teddy bear, "Jooohn, why didn't you ask us if weee wanted to eaaat?"

"Oh, sorry Stacy." I apologized, "What were you planning on getting?"

Stacy chuckled drunkenly, "Blueberry-Apple Cordials!"

I raised an eyebrow, "That... sounds like another drink..."

"Heheh, exactly!" Stacy giggled uncontrollably before smothering her face into my shoulder.

"Are you guys sure it's safe to be drinking this much?" I asked cautiously, "Don't establishments usually have a limit to how much they can give customers ****?"

"Don't be such a spoilsport, John!" Bella chimed in, laying her head against my other shoulder. "The Anti-Hangovers should totally take care of any problems we might have from over-drinking!"

"Yeah, I still don't exactly get how getting rid of the hangover will somehow fix getting so shitplastered that you become comatose." I mentioned incredulously.

Stacy started mumbling in response, "Anti-Hangover pills contain a chemical ingredient that remains docile upon consumption until it activates once the brain reaches certain melatonin levels, to which it will then proceed to counter it by releasing supplements of orexins until the melatonins die down again, the effects of which will be prominent in the body within an hour."

Somehow, I managed to actually understand every bit of the scientific gibberish that came out of her mouth. Basically, the pill not only prevents painful hangovers, but also apparently wakes you up after an hour if you managed to fall asleep due to overdrinking.

Huh. Neat how I actually understood all of that. I must have hung around Stacy for so long, I learned how to decipher her scientific language by instinct.

“Can’t believe you managed to explain all that while completely drunk.” I deadpanned at the good doctor.

Stacy lazily raised her face to smile back at me, before climbing up my arm to start hugging my neck as she rubbed her cheeks against mine.

“No fair!” Bella pouted after seeing Stacy glomp onto me, “Let me hug him too!”

I felt my face grow red as Bella started drilling herself into my personal space, hugging my waist and resting her head under my shoulder. She gave a happy sigh as she nestled deeper into my chest.

Christ, I have two unnaturally sexy girls clinging on to me like I was their personal body pillow.

With a heavy blush, I called out, “Come on you guys, you’re both drunk. If you fall asleep and wake up like this, it’s going to be embarrassing for all of us.”

“Noooo...” Bella stubbornly whined, rubbing her face against my chest, “I wanna huuug. You’re so waaarrm...”

“Nothing embarrassing for me.” Stacy smiled stupidly, “I’m just hugging my boyfriend.”

“No fair, he was my boyfriend first you know...” Bella argued half-heartedly, lightly trying to slap Stacy’s arm only to accidentally end up hitting me in the face instead.

“Well, he’s my boyfriend now.” Stacy bragged, pulling her head away to say, “That means I’m allowed to do this!”

With that being my only warning, Stacy started kissing me. Actually, did I say kiss? I meant that she started full-on molesting my mouth right off the bat, forcing her tongue in my mouth the moment we touched lips as she pushed the back of my head towards her.

I was so shocked that I couldn’t even react or do anything about it as Stacy had her way with me. I wanted to say that it was hot and passionate, but since she was so drunk, it was actually very sloppy and tactless. Instead of the sexy tongue wrestling session we had back in the limo, this was more akin to Stacy just treating everything in my mouth like an open buffet and starting gorging herself down.

Eventually, I gained my bearings and forcefully pushed her away, “Jesus, Stacy! Come on, you’re drunk!” I had to wipe my chin clean from the trades saliva that slipped out as I did this.

Stacy gave a disappointed pout, before hugging my neck again as her drool rolled down her mouth, “But girlfriends always give kisses!”

Bella pulled herself up and gave a cocky drunken grin, “Ha! It’s cuz you’re doing it wrong! See, kisses are supposed to go like this-“

Seeing the signs coming from a mile away, I instantly shut her lips together with my fingers before she could even come any closer and pushed her head back. “Nnneeoope! No drunk kisses for either of you, girlfriend or not!” I declared, “Right now, you’re both just mindless versions of yourselves with no self-control. I don’t want either of you to do something stupid that you might regret later when you get sober again.”

“Prude.” Stacy muttered quickly before hiding her face behind my shoulder as if to avoid dealing with the consequences of name-calling.

Bella didn’t seem to take this very well, as she began throwing a drunken tantrum like a sleepy toddler, “But I wanna kiss! I wanna I wanna I wanna! It’s no fair Stacy gets to keep you all to herself! I want John too!”

And now I had two girls fighting over me.

Honestly, this would be so hot right now if only neither of them were drunk. Actually, no, scratch that, this would be creepy whether they were drunk or not.

“Bella, we’re not dating anymore, remember?” I tried to remind her.

“I don’t want us to not date anymore!” Bella whined as she gave weak punches against my chest, “I hate it! I wanna be Stacy now! Let me be Stacy so that you can kiss me just like you kiss her!”

I rolled my eyes at the childish display, obviously the words of a drunk who doesn’t realize what she was saying.

“Bella, you’re drunk. Even if we were still dating, I’m not going to kiss anyone while you’re like this.” I sternly told her, “Neither of you have any self-control to stop yourselves, and I don’t want to take advantage of either of you!”

“Pruuuuuude!” Stacy said louder this time, before once again hiding her face behind my shoulder.

“Aww...” Bella toppled down and landed her face right on top of my other shoulder, before leaning up and pouting, “Please, just one tiny kiss? One tiny itsy bitsy little kissy?”

What am I, the hot babysitter that all the kids in town have a crush on? Actually, scratch that, this metaphor was way grosser than I thought.

Sighing at how insistent she was being, I caved in a little and said, “You can give me one kiss on the cheek, but that’s it. But it has to be a small quick one! Not a weird sloppy tongue one.”

“Okay.” Bella seemingly settled down her behavior in an instant the moment I gave her permission to kiss me, nodding amicably.

Seeing her slowly lean in, I tiredly leaned my cheek towards her and waited as I closed my eyes.

Unbeknownst to me, Stacy had a mischievous smile as she watched Bella get closer, before suddenly grabbing my chin and turning my head to face directly at Bella right at the moment her lips made contact with mine.

It caught me off guard, so I wasn’t able to stop myself in time to prevent it from happening.

The kiss was, fortunately, a small and quick one just like Bella promised.

She sat back, giving me a content smile as she lovingly touched her lips. Then she gave a quiet, “Thank you.” It almost seemed like her face got flushed just a little bit more red than usual.

Seeing her smile like this, that cheerful smile that almost seemed to radiate the entire room in light, it made my heart throb for a moment as I blushed heavily.

Suddenly, I had flashbacks of our time in high school, of all the times I would secretly stare at her from halfway across the room just to see her beautiful smile.

“Whoops.” Stacy commented, once again hiding behind my shoulder for the third time.

Still blushing heavily, I narrowed my eyes at Stacy and told her, “You just made your boyfriend kiss another girl, you know.”

Stacy didn’t reply, still hiding behind my shoulder as if she was completely invisible to the world. There was a small smirk that was noticeable on the corner of her mouth though.

Damn these two and their love for ****... I seriously can’t keep up with them.

I rubbed my face to clear my head, trying to stop myself from blushing. I seriously got to calm down. They were both drunk, so they have no idea what they’re doing.

Still though, I wasn't expecting a small kiss and smile from Bella to knock my emotions into disarray.

Christ, when you think about it, it hasn’t exactly been that long since I last saw Bella. From my perspective, it was only two years since we graduated high school, and that was the last time I ever saw her again.

To think that a couple of years later, we’d meet up again and start dating each other... it must have been a dream come true for the John Doe that was able to experience that for himself. Sucks I don’t get to remember any of that though...

Since I was still from 2019, I’m the John Doe that didn’t experience any of that, so I never got the chance to really work out any of the personal issues I had when I still had a crush on Bella... It would make sense that I’d probably have a tiny bit of lingering feelings for her.

And I thought I had crush those feelings too, ever since she harshly rejected me.

Well... no point in thinking about it now. At some point, we went our separate ways and now I’m in a relationship with Stacy. Whatever feelings I still currently have, I need to dump it into the toilet while I still could.

I was brought out of my thoughts when the golden bunny girl came back with another platter with our drinks. Smiling professionally, she set the platter down, and even revealed that she had a bottle of wine prepared as she set it down next to our glasses.

“Here’s your drinks. Also, please accept this gift sent on behalf of Pierre and all of us at The Lost Lamb! A bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon, a delicious full-bodied red wine, on the house!”

“Oh dear god, why are you giving these two even more free ****?” I ended up face-palming.

Stacy immediately latched off of my arm as she reached for her drink and grabbed the bottle for herself, “Ohmagawd, I looove Cabernet Sauvignon! The rich and tasty flavor that keeps you warm on those lonely nights!”

Surprisingly enough, Bella didn’t home in on her drink like a heat-seeking missile, instead sitting back and rubbing her lips as if she was lost in thought. When she finally looked up, she noticed the drink on the table and quietly took her glass.

“Your pizza is almost done, Mr. John Doe. It’ll be about a few more minutes!” The waitress bunny bowed respectfully before leaving again.

I gave a tired sigh, wondering how many more drinks it will take before these two will finally pass out. Grabbing my glass of orange juice, I calmly took a sip as I relaxed in my seat.

Stacy was currently struggling to get the cork off her wine bottle, comically trying to attack it from every angle only to fail miserably. She seemed determined to get it open though, so I didn’t bother to stop her.

Bella, instead of downing her drink right off the bat, seemed to be staring at her drink in thought as she swirled the liquor around in her glass, the little strawberry rolling around like a pinball.

"You quieted down all of a sudden." I pointed out to Bella, as I asked, "What's on your mind?"

I took another sip of my orange juice as Bella twirled a lock of her hair around her finger.

Eventually, she finally asked, "John, do you still have a crush on me?"

Not expecting the question, I accidentally spewed my drink out and coughed, making a mess over the table. Beating my chest to try to calm my lungs, I coughed out, "W-What? Why do you suddenly ask?"

"I've just been thinking..." She said, calmly swirling her drink around, "It's been more than a half-decade since we were in high school, but for you, it must only just been about a year or two ago, right? I've always wanted to know if... well..." She suddenly seemed much shyer than normal, looking away from me. "If you've ever thought about me in your college years... before we met up again."

"I... uh..." I mumbled embarrassingly, having no idea what to say here. Should I be honest? Why the sudden interest? Doesn't she care that Stacy's probably listening in on this?

I looked towards Stacy to see her pausing in her attempt of opening her wine bottle, secretly listening in on us. When she saw me turn towards her though, she went back to struggling as if to pretend she didn't hear anything.

With a sigh, I answered, "I mean... Sort of. I had a crush on you for a long while now, so it wasn't like the feeling went away anytime soon. I mean, I tried to stop myself from having a crush on you anymore when you rejected me back in high school, but... well, you know."

"Oh..." Bella frowned when I mentioned the rejection.

"But it doesn't really matter now anymore, does it?" I asked, "We managed to meet up again, hit things off, got into a relationship and then cut ties at some point. Even if I still did have a small crush on you, I already confessed to Stacy. It wouldn't be fair to her if I acted on that crush." I scratched my head awkwardly, "Besides, I kind of missed that whole boat due to the amnesia thing."

"Right..." Bella muttered depressingly, before taking a swig of her drink.

As I stared at her, I ended up realizing something...

Was... Was it possible that she still had feelings for me? Like, real actual romantic feelings?

I mean, I always assumed her flirtatious behavior was just due to a close friendship and to tease me since I was now dating Stacy, who was her friend with benefits. But if she actually still had feelings for me, then...

Agh, jeez, I shouldn't overthink this. Stacy and I are in a relationship now, so it would be wrong to even consider going back to Bella.

"I'm sorry, John." Bella apologized out of the blue.

I turned to her with a confused eyebrow, "For what?"

"For how I treated you in high school." She elaborated, holding her head in shame at the memory, "After we met up again, I've always looked back and regretted rejecting you the way I did. I shouldn't have let my friends treat you so rudely. I shouldn't have shot down your hopes like that. Knowing that, to you, this only happened a few years ago, it really boils my blood when I remembered how poorly I handled that whole situation." Sighing, she set her glass down in a huff, "I wish I could go back in time and punch myself in the face for doing that to you."

...

I'm... speechless.

I didn't think Bella would have taken this so hard on herself for something that happened so long ago for her. It wasn't like I didn't appreciate it either! Bella's rejection had always kind of bothered me even after I graduated high school, so to hear her come out and apologize for everything, it really did warm my heart.

With a small chuckle, I told her, "Don't worry about it. It's honestly water under the bridge at this point, especially considering everything that's happened in the last seven years. Hell, I'm sure I've already forgiven you back while we were still dating each other, so it probably wasn't even necessary to apologize anymore."

This didn't seem to satisfy her, as she furrowed her brows in frustration, "I just... I wish I said yes, back then. It was so stupid of me to say no. If only I knew how close we would have gotten, I never would have said no to you..."

Wow, she was actually taking this really hard on herself. Not even I took her rejection this hard, and I was the one who got hurt in this situation.

Then again, she was pretty drunk right now, so her brain might be exaggerating her emotions a little.

Hm...

I've always wondered though...

"Why didn't you say yes, then?" I decided to ask her.

She looked up to me in surprise, "Huh?"

"Why didn't you say yes?" I repeated, before explaining, "I've always been curious to know why you rejected me that day. It's something I've always thought about every now and again. Like, was it because I wasn't good looking enough compared to the other guys? Did you already like someone else during that time? Did I somehow offend you when I asked you out?"

"No! None of them!" Bella suddenly raised her voice as she insisted, "It wasn't because of any of that, believe me!"

I flinched back, surprised at her forceful reaction.

"O-Okay..." I muttered back, "I believe you..."

Seeing me recoil back, Bella turned it down a bit as she settled back in her seat. Grabbing her glass, she downed the whole thing in several gulps before sighing.

Sitting back, she looked up at the ceiling, her eyes dazed as she began to reminisce, "Back on that day, it was... a really bad and awkward time in my life. I had just gotten out of a messy relationship with an ex-boyfriend who I've known since childhood. You probably don't know him very well since he went to a different school than us." Shaking her head, she closed and furrowed her eyes as she continued, "Things weren't working out, and we both agreed that it'd be best if we met other people. So we decided to cut the relationship off. A part of me still couldn't really get over him at the time though, since we've been together for so long, so I was still in a messed up funk due to all that."

"Oh, I see... So, it was because..." I trailed off.

She shook her head, "No, it's not because of that."

It wasn't?

Turning to me, she explained, "That wasn't the weird part of it all though. Do you remember the girl I was with when you asked me out that day? The one with the silver hair in a ponytail?"

"You mean the girl who kept chewing me out for even daring to approach her breathing space and called me a disgusting vulture? How could I forget?" I chuckled.

"Yeah, her." She murmured sadly, before continuing, "Her name is Felicia, if you were wondering. Anyway, you see... She was in a relationship with a boy who she thought was in love with her... But, for some reason, even before I ever told anyone that I had broken up with my ex-boyfriend, he suddenly decides to break up with her in order to ask me out."

Oh...

OH! Jesus, yikes!

Seeing my shocked expression, she nodded, "Yep. Turns out he was only dating her and joined our group of friends in order to get closer to me. Somehow he figured out that I just got out of my relationship and thought it would be a great idea to throw his cards on the table as soon as possible. You can obviously tell that neither Felicia or I took this news very well when we found out."

"I bet." I scoffed, feeling ridiculous at how tactless and stupid the guy must have been.

"Yeah, we both tore a new hole in him real bad." She chuckled. Her frown came back soon after though, as she told me, "Felicia was pretty devastated though. She really was in love with the douche before he broke her heart like that. Whenever we talked about relationships, she would be the first to brag about how she had already met her soulmate and was completely happy about it. It tore her apart from the inside to find out that he was only using her to get to me."

Bella gave a frustrated sigh from the memory, rubbing her head to clear her thoughts.

The sound of a cork popping briefly interrupted us, as we both looked over to Stacy as she stared at her wine bottle in surprise, "Oh hey, it opened."

"Oh good, pour me a glassful, will you?" Bella requested, sliding her cup over to Stacy.

"Righty-o, daddy-o." Stacy slurred back with a giggle, pouring both of their glasses before handing one back over to Bella.

Bella took the glass back and took a thoughtful sip.

"Where was I? Oh right, Felicia..." Bella muttered, before continuing where she left off, "So thankfully, Felicia never blamed me for the whole thing. We were close enough that she knew I would never do something to hurt her on purpose. But still, the whole thing really messed up her view on the world. This all happened in a single day too, so there wasn't enough time to really fully process everything in time."

I nodded along, listening intently in fascination.

She continued, "The next day, rumors about me breaking up with my boyfriend were already floating around the entire school somehow. Felt like everywhere I went, boys would stare at me like wolves eyeing up a lost lamb."

"Ha! Lost lamb!" Stacy suddenly guffawed.

We both turned to her for interrupting.

Stacy, seeing us both staring at her, nervously stuttered, "Y-You know? Cuz... The place is named The Lost Lamb and... she said she was a lost lamb-" Seeing neither of us laughing, she shut herself up by chugging down her glass of wine, pretending nothing happened.

Bella continued her story, "When Felicia saw all these guys planning to go after me, I guess all she could see in her head was her boyfriend in each and every one of them. Vultures, she would call them." Bella gave another frustrated sigh, "Out of all the guys to came up to me first though, it ended up being you, John. You were literally the first out of everyone to have come up and asked me out. Talk about horrible timing." She gulped, covering her face in shame. "I was planning to turn you down nicely, but something in Felicia must have gotten triggered when she saw you approach us. She decided to vent out all of her frustrations on you the moment you were done asking me out."

I nodded thoughtfully, "I see..."

Suddenly, everything started making sense now that I was able to see the bigger picture. So it wasn't because her friend decided to randomly bully me for thinking I was too pathetic to ask Bella out. It was just the frustrated words of a heartbroken girl deciding to vent out all of her suffering and anger on the first target she could find.

"Since she was my friend, I chose to defend her instead of apologizing to you then and there. I couldn't help but see you as if you were the same scumbag that Felicia dated. I should have known better than to make assumptions. It was no excuse for us to treat you like we did, especially when you didn't deserve it. I'm so sorry for that."

"Honestly?" I smiled back, feeling a heavy load being lifted off my shoulder, "Now that I know exactly what happened and what went wrong, I feel so much better about the whole thing." Stretching my arms, I gave a very relieved sigh, "Christ, I never realized how much this affected me up until now. You know, I think I might have gotten confidence issues due to that whole thing, ever since I asked you out. I was never able to talk to any girls without remembering what happened with you and your friend, so I was never able to form any relationships beyond platonic ones. I always thought I was underwhelming, lame, or just undesirable to girls in general." I started laughing to myself, "To think, in the end, this was all just from a misunderstanding due to someone else's relationship issues. I wish I've known this sooner!"

I couldn't help but throw a fist in the air and give an energetic cheer. Bella could only stare in confusion as I got the energy out of my system.

Turning to her, I smiled gratefully, "Thank you for explaining this all to me. I feel a lot better about myself now that I know this."

Bella studied my face in confoundment, before steadily asking me, "You're thanking me? Are you sure you're still not that upset?"

Giving back a chuckle, I asked, "Why would I be? This is the first time I felt better about myself in a long while. In fact, I kinda wish I could meet up with your friend Felicia just so that I could apologize to her for not considering her feelings better. Seriously."

She widened her eyes, before chuckling to herself in response. "Wow... Okay then."

"Is this the first time you've told me all of this?" I couldn't help but ask, curious about her reaction.

She shook her head, "No, this is actually all the second time. I apologized and explained all of this once before, back when we were still boyfriend and girlfriend." Thoughtfully fixing her hair up, she said off-handedly, "I'll be honest, you weren't this forgiving and understanding the first time around..."

"I wasn't?" I asked incredulously.

"Nope," She giggled, looking away wistfully, "You told me that the only way you'd forgive me was if I did something for you as a proper apology."

That... doesn't sound like something I would do. I'm not the type of guy that would hold grudges against someone for too long, so this was news to me!

"What did you end up having to do?" I asked.

She paused for a bit, a smirk growing on her face before she looked up to me with half-lidded eyes and a seductive smile. "I had to give you my virginity in return for your forgiveness.~"

...

Holy shit.

Seeing me flare up completely red, she continued on, "It was the best apology sex I've ever given, but it took several days and tries before you finally accepted my apology properly. So, make of that as you will~" She winked.

Perverted thoughts filled my mind, wondering what sort of kinky sex we ended up having while I was still in a relationship with Bella. The thought of her bouncing on top of me repeatedly while she screamed out apologies came up first, and I couldn't help but feel the blood rushing through my crotch.

Standing up, she stumbled a bit from the lack of balance as she patted herself down, "I'm going to the restroom to empty myself out. Don't wait up on me."

She walked past the curtains, leaving the booth alone for only me and Stacy.

Then she briefly came back, took her glass, gulped it all down really quickly, and then left again.

...

"That's pretty hot." Stacy commented, bringing me out of my depraved stupor.

Laying back on the sofa, completely stunned, all I could really think about was one thing.

These fucking girls, man. They're going to drive me insane.

Seeing me mindlessly stare out into the abyss with a tent in my pants, Stacy smiled mischievously as she scooted herself closer to me again and laid her head on my shoulder.

I looked down at her to see Stacy smiling expectingly up at me.

"I can see Bella got you in the mood." She casually told me.

"S-Sorry. I didn't expect the last part, so it caught me off guard." I felt the need to apologize to her, looking away with a blush.

"She can have that effect on people." Stacy giggled, slowly reaching her hand out to caress my chest, "Sooo... Now that we're both alone... Do you want to finish off where we started back in the limo?"

Seeing her look up at me with that wanting look, it really wasn't helping me overcome my horny desire to get myself off right now.

My basic inner self was screaming at me to take her body, here and now, but my rational side decided to knock some sense to it as I told her, "W-We probably shouldn't, Stacy. I mean, aren't you drunk?"

Stacy slowly pulled herself up as she sat herself down right on top of my lap. Playing with my hair, she asked, "Why should that factor in anything?"

"I-It's just... You're not in control of yourself right now, so I don't want you to do anything you might regret when you get sober again..." I mumbled nervously, feeling my sanity wane from her warm touch.

"Why would I ever regret fooling around with my boyfriend? Aren't we allowed to do naughty things together?" Stacy whispered right into my ear, her hot breath covering my skin and assaulting my nerves.

"B-But... I-I don't want to take advantage of you while you're drunk!" I told her with finality.

"Who says you're the one that's going to be taking advantage of me?" Stacy smiled.

I couldn't say a single word back, my defensive wall having been breached by this eager doctor trapping me in her grasp as she brought her mouth down to me.

I could only close my eyes and let my senses go as she kissed me.

Unlike before, where she drunkenly ate my mouth out and made a mess out of our saliva, her lips were tender and loving as she gently opened my mouth and slipped her tongue through. She was like a tourist, wanting to thoroughly cover the entire area before moving on to the next location.

It made me wonder if she faked that obnoxious drunk kiss from earlier if she was somehow still coherent enough to properly kiss me like this.

When she finally pulled away to breathe, she laid her forehead right on mine and smiled pervertedly.

"I thought you were drunk?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Just a slight buzz, really. Nothing too serious, yet." Stacy replied coyly. "I'm a girl that can handle her liquor pretty well, after all."

"Then everything before was just...?" I trailed off in confusion.

"Eh. Just fooling around." She winked.

Fuck me. If she's seriously not that drunk, then in that case...

I didn't hold back, pressing my hands behind her hips as I slipped them under her turtleneck shirt, feeling the warmth of her skin radiating in my fingers while pushing her towards me.

She didn't pull any punches either, grinding herself against me as she pulled my head in and ravaged my mouth.

With our lips interlocked, I began to slowly pull her shirt up and began groping her giant breasts in each of my palms, feeling her marshmallow delights welcome me as her nipples became erect as soon as I touched them.

No bra? No problem.

Pulling up her shirt fully until her breasts were bare, I slowly pulled my tongue away from her and gently lowered my lips down while giving her a series of kisses from her chin, to her neck, all the way until one of her erect nipples finally made it into my mouth.

I could hear Stacy moan as she quivered in ecstasy, grinding her crotch against my leg as she pushed my head against her tit.

"Fuck, John! Oh god!" Stacy squealed as she breathed heavily. In order not to make too much noise, she put the hem of her shirt right in her mouth to both muffle her screams and to keep her shirt up as I enjoyed her breasts.

God, I still can't believe I managed to get a girl with a wonderful body like Stacy's. Playing with her was so addicting, I seriously couldn't get enough of it. The way she reacts to every little thing I do, it makes me want to treat her even rougher.

Even though I had an erection the size of Italy's Leaning Tower of Pisa, I didn't want to get myself relieved just yet.

Ever since yesterday when I first confessed to Stacy, she had been doing all the work when it comes to pleasuring me during sex. Out of the many times I orgasmed from her mouth, tits, hands, or all of the above, she only ever came when we were doing straight intercourse. Even then, she did most of the work during that as well.

I wanted to even the score a bit, so to speak.

With one free hand available, I steadily brought it behind her to grope her ass a couple times, causing Stacy to give another muffled moan as she slightly bent her ass out for me. This made it easier for me to push my hand down her pants from behind, continuously groping her ass while I kept traveling downward until I finally hit the main part of my goal.

From the wetness of her panties, I could easily tell that she was practically just as horny as me.

Knowing she would let me get away with doing some ballsy stuff, I slightly pulled her panties to the side so that I could have easier access to her moist and lubricated lips from down under.

I could hear Stacy breathing harder and harder the closer I got to actually touching her, making me smile as I kept sucking and fondling on her tits. Stacy clenched her hand on my hair, whining in anticipation.

I was never the type to tease (well actually, I didn’t know what kind of sexual type I was yet, considering this was technically my second sexual encounter) so I gave the poor girl what she wanted by sticking my fingers in.

“MMMmmph!” She muffled against her shirt, encouraging me to do more as she caressed my hair.

I hugged her tighter against my body as my fingers went deeper into her love-hole, bringing my fingers in and out like I was cleaning a pipeline.

I couldn’t quite explain it myself, but I think my hands were on auto-pilot while I was doing this... it was like my fingers just knew exactly where to touch and how to touch her to make her feel as good as possible.

Judging by how heavy she was breathing as she bent her head down to hug me, I must’ve been doing something right.

Seriously, how often have I done this before? Thank god for muscle memory.

At this point, if I kept going any longer, I might accidentally make a mess out of Stacy’s pants. Something tells me she wouldn’t appreciate it if I stopped now though, so I just going as I saw fit.

Bella had already come back moments ago, having relieved herself to make room for more drinks.

However, once she arrived to see the naughty fun that John and Stacy were having, she thought it would have been pretty rude to interrupt. So she did what any loving wife would do when they see their lovers having sex with another woman, hide behind something to spy on them and start rubbing herself in horny pleasure.

Okay, so maybe not what ANY loving wife would do...

Bella had a hand pressing against her crotch through her fancy dress, eagerly watching in the shadows as John fingerfucked Stacy with wild abandon. The way Stacy breathed and hugged his head between her breasts, her eyes almost rolling to the back of her head- OOH, Bella was so jealous!

To think that she hadn't been able to touch her husband's sweet delicious dick ever since she came back to her country, after being gone for how many months now, it was enough to drive her insane. Especially when she was seeing another girl being pleasured in her place instead.

A part of her really wanted to crash the party and start joining in on the fun, but she knew that if she did, John would probably just freak out and stopped the fun from going any further due to some moral obligation.

She absolutely hated the way John's amnesia has warped his mind back to embrace some stupid outdated social norm that doesn't even apply to him anymore. What was so wrong with having multiple relationships with different girls as long as everyone consented? As long as everyone was happy and having fun, it really shouldn't matter how many girlfriends or wives John was seeing.

If only Bella could somehow make him see the error of his ways and embrace the idea of fucking two girls at the same time, or maybe three girls, or maybe even more. Hell, make him open up to the idea of a room full of girls in a big giant sex orgy dedicated to him.

Fuck, she was wet...

Stacy looked like she was having so much fun, finally joining the ranks of being John's girlfriends. The way John manhandled her ass, groped and sucked on her tits, furiously fingering her until she was almost at the point of losing her mind.

"Stacy... I love you..." She could hear John whisper through a haggard breath.

The moment Stacy heard that, she proceeded to scream in the hem of her shirt as she leaned her head back in pure bliss, her hips continuously spasming against his touch.

God, that looked like one of the biggest orgasms she ever had in her entire life. Bella never knew the girl could cum so hard and violently before.

Bella kept rubbing herself, looking into the booth with a wanting look, so **** to find an excuse- any kind of excuse- to just be with her husband. She wanted to touch him so badly, that the small kiss on the lips from earlier was barely enough to keep her at bay any longer.

Maybe if she kept pretending to be drunk and ****, and kept seducing him, maybe he might cave in at some point? Ugh, no, that would never happen. John seemed to be such a pariah that he would never do that to a woman back in 2019, apparently. Bella had to wonder to herself if she ever acted like such a prude back seven years ago, before she had met with John. It's been so long, she could barely even remember what societal norms were like back then...

Stacy soon recovered, her mouth letting go of her shirt as she leaned forward to breathe heavily on top of John's head. She had such a wonderfully mindless smile on her face as if she had just won the lottery to end all lotteries.

Just then, Stacy's eye happened to catch Bella behind the curtains while she was rubbing herself. She had to readjust her glasses, trying to peer closer to the dark.

Bella had a **** pleading look, conveying her full emotions to the good doctor.

Stacy frowned in response, feeling bad that she was the only one that seemed to be having fun so far with John.

There was a look of understanding between the two before Stacy nodded back, coming up with a plan. Bella couldn't help but give a grateful smile in return.

Bella kept her hand rubbing against herself as she watched on, wondering exactly what Stacy had cooked up in that scientific mind of hers...