Hung-over but not all bad...

Sue opened her eyes to a splitting headache. What a hangover. She hadn’t felt like this since her sorority sister and her had gone on spring break as a sophomore in college. That time she had woken up in the middle of a very mind-bending threesome with her sorority sister’s then boyfriend. The brown eyed heart throb hadn’t lasted long after that incident as he tried to create a harem from the whole sorority; and though he hadn’t actually gotten around to fucking her he had succeeded in getting a double BJ. Honestly, if she hadn’t been on her period, he might have gotten all the way even without the ****. He was lucky to get her sucking his balls as he plowed her friend. He was a sexy beast, not as sexy as her husband though. She missed her one friend from college, the only girl who had stuck it through her freshman year.

Her beach blonde hair fell in front of her eyes, obscuring the morning sun only partially as it drifted through the crack in the lily-white curtains. Throbbing pain hit her brain again as she groaned and grabbed her knees to sit up. The singing birds outside felt like stabs at her ears.

She knew she had drunk too much last night at the weekly summer neighborhood pool party, but it was nice sendoff for her bff. Her husband’s fault really she was this hungover, always daring her to do stupid drinking games to try and fit in causing her to fall in step. She would have been happier spending the evening at home with her friend chatting over a bottle of wine, but the parties couldn't be avoided when they were her husband's only outlet from work. He loved his job, but it was highly stressful and highly competitive.

She just couldn’t say no to that man, she thought with a bit of a smile arching on her sunkissed face, her sapphire eyes darting over to her beautifully sculpted man. Even in his sleep his body muscles rippled. She was tempted to crawl down and give his six-pack a tongue bath, until her brain insisted on medicine.

As she crawled from her bed, she reflected on how she had to admit when she first saw her husband she thought he was just like all the other douche bags out there. Handsome but an asshole. She didn’t give him a chance when he introduced himself, he was just too handsome, too kind, too smart. She didn’t feel worthy of him after her freshman year issues.

She didn’t regret it that night as her drunk body was being fucked senseless by her Friday night frat boy booty call. Her body played like a fiddle and made to cum over and over by the Neanderthal’s large cock. The caveman was one of the few to have a body to rival her husband's in size and strength. Shame he was a moron who could only think with his glorious cock. The next morning was a different story, the walk of shame always was a clarifying moment for her, this one made clearer by the fact the frat boy had literally kicked her out because his girlfriend was heading over and he needed to “de-slut” the room. That boy was everything she really didn’t need in her life; a complete asshole, though hot and with a large cock that could go all night. She got a bit moist just thinking of the pain and pleasure she felt being hammered senseless into the bunk bed as his roommate jerked off above them. It had taken months for her to find her would be husband again on their vast campus and this time a sober Sue had seduced him and never looked back. She had dedicated her life to him ever since and never once regretted it.

Though she hadn't given up her booty calls until they had started going steady. When she told the same frat boy it would be his last time, he had fucked her ass for hours before plastering her face with his hot goo, that only ended with him calling his roommate down to join in the impromptu bukkake. It still got her hot thinking about how the sticky white fluid dripped down as she scooped it up with her hands to put in her mouth and swallow. The two boys taunting her as they pinched and fondled her firm breasts. After the two boys had taken photos of her on her knees, face plastered, smiling her fullest smile. After he had made her shower before returning and letting the two boys spit-roast her.
Both men had cum deep inside her twitching body before they all passed out in a fleshy heap. Sue had woken first and crept from the room before round three started. It wasn't the first time such a thing had happened to her, but it was the last.

She had intentionally chosen the frat boy as her last booty call before being exclusive because she loved his horse cock and wanted to remember it as the final cock to enter her besides Jon. Jon was by no means small, and even thicker than frat boy, but only fractionally. Neither were her biggest, just the biggest in college. Her first was still her biggest, one that drove her to orgasm after orgasm just by taking it into her throat. It wasn't something she missed, just a casual fling she had before college.

Her husband truly was perfect. All women fell in lust with his body, it was sculpted like a Greek god; his brown eyes every girl got lost in and voice a deep sound that could make a girl quiver in anticipation and to the more horny, downright orgasm. Some women may not like his personality; but she loved that he was more of a giver than a taker. She loved he was gregarious and outgoing but never rude or mean regardless of the slight. Some liked a take charge “alpha” but her man was no “beta” he just never fought, he dominated others without confrontation. He never even fought to control a room, he just did. He sought to please her, as she sought to please him. He had his traumas, things he was seeing a medical professional for, but who didn’t. She certainly did, sharing the same therapist on different days of the month. Sue had only seen him truly smoldering hot once, when he nearly decapitated a man for calling her a whore.

She had to admit they were the life of the party last night; a goodbye party for one of the five couples in the cul-de-sac. The men and women were all eyeing them and she remembered quite a few of the husbands and wives had tried to cop a feel on her and her husband’s back or legs or shoulders when everyone was drunk. She didn’t say no, as it was obvious nobody was complaining, and no one was going too far. Plus, everyone knew her husband would not allow it if they crossed that unwritten line. As would she if any of the wives went too far. Honestly, all five couples were attractive, young and successful.

Staggering up from the bed Sue White left her slowly waking husband akimbo on the bed still lightly snoring, as she made her way to the bathroom medicine cabinet and needed pain medication. Her entire body hurt something fierce. Her muscles were shouting with pain. She remembered stumbling home and falling a few times last night on the way, fortunately on the green grassy lawn. Not to mention the fierce session of sex they had taken part in starting as soon as they got inside, being the objects of lust had always got them running hard and fast to fuck each other. In hindsight, the drunken attempt on the stairs was a bad idea. The cowgirl ride in bed was much better.

Today’s run would be painful, but she thought she could recover before then and it would be together, like usual for a weekend day.

“Morning darling,” Sue heard the deep baritones before her husband's muscle bound arms enveloped her from behind and she melted back into his broad chest and rubbed against his delightful morning wood with her perky runners ass, “Got one of those for me?” She felt, more than heard him ask, as his deep voice reverberated from his chest through her back.

“Depends on what you have to trade for it,” Sue shot back with another ass wiggle before turning and smiling up at him before giving him a light peck on his solid jaw and an even lighter squeeze of his morning wood with her left hand, “Sorry, I only take hangover food as payment this morning.” Her grin teasing him as she spun out of his grasp and gave him a light smack on his ass before lifting the hem of his large white undershirt she wore to bed and flinging it at his sleepy face.

He caught the shirt in his hands as it slid off his head just in time for him to catch a glimpse of Sue blowing him a kiss before closing the shower door, her perky breasts hidden in the frosted glass, daring him to forgo cooking and join her, maybe throw her up against the glass door and fuck her as the water streamed down her gorgeous curves.

Taking a step to the shower his hangover hit him, his head spiking in pain and he relented.

“Deal, I’ll make my world-famous hangover cure, Bloody Mary’s!” Yammered Jon with a slight pout before seeing Sue’s fake **** glare as she stuck her head out the shower door.

“Fine, your loss babe. I’ll make a full breakfast. Least I could do.” Jon laughed as he clutched his heart in fake fear.

Sue’s reply was to simply draw a heart on the foggy door then press her lips in the middle giving it a big kiss.

“Ugh,” Jon could only grunt in pain as his headache again fought with is lower brain over whether to join her, or go cook. Cooking won out in the end and Jon ambled downstairs to begin prepping as he downed his medicine and a glass of water.

Breaking into tittering laughter upon hearing the bathroom door close Sue relaxed in the shower as she ran her hands over her body, cleaning the sweat and filth from the previous night away. She could see the light bruising on her left breast where Jon had left a love bite as he got her to cum for third time before they both passed out.

The man knew her body better than any other man she had ever met. She could only smile at how patient he had been in exploring it during their courtship. She had been willing to fuck minutes into their first date, maybe seconds, but he had kept the flames on low until they were going on dates almost daily for a full month. The conversation and laughter never once flagging, the intensity of their touches ever increasing. Her vibrator batteries had been replaced a few times during that month as she held off going out to parties and rejected as many booty calls as her body allowed. Accepting more than she should have probably. Jon knew she wasn't celibate during that initial courtship, but she knew he wasn't either. Both had long term booty calls they wanted to end graciously, or at least not ghost outright. It had been discussed and agreed that as long as no new people were added and all booty calls were ended before they were tested and committed to each other, then it was fine. Both had vastly different, but equally troubled pasts but had grown from those mistakes.

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