She gets drunk with us

For her first night of freedom, Mary wanted to celebrate. That celebration first involved Steve and I buying a couple bottles of whiskey and bringing them back to her place. I couldn't help but notice when we got there that the dress she wore showed a massive amount of cleavage.

I'm not much of a drinker and over the past year Mary hadn't been either. But tonight was different. She drank more than I'd ever seen her drink. I didn't really think anything of it as I figured she just wanted to cut loose.

"God, it feels so good to be finally free!" she said as she took another shot of whiskey. The three of us sat on her couch with her between Steve and I.

"I'll drink to that!" Steve said as he took a shot.

"I just hate I had to wait a whole year! That's such a stupid law!"

"Yeah, I've never understood why you have to wait so long to get a divorce here," I said as I stole another glance at her tits. Either she was too drunk to notice or didn't care.

"I'm glad I got you two back in my life else that year would have been so boring! It was bad enough going that long without di--" She cut herself off but started to blush a bit.

"Without what?" I knew exactly what she meant but I wanted to tease her.

"Dick, okay? I haven't had sex in over a year now and it's driving me crazy!"

"That's not THAT bad," Steve said. "I've gone through dry spells before."

"You don't understand. Since I got married, Tim and I fucked at least once every night. That night he brought that whore over was the first time we didn't."

"Oh wow. At least things were good in the bedroom."

"Wellllll, I can't exactly say that. Yeah, we had sex every night but things got to be so routine."

"Oh really?" I asked. We had Mary talking about sex and I wanted to see how far this conversation would go.

"Yeah, we'd just do missionary every night. Which is ironic since the first time we had sex, I was on top. But that was because of his broken leg. Once that finally healed, he wanted to be on top all the time. And he never wanted to try anything new."

"Wait, he's the only guy you've been with so how did you know about stuff you hadn't tried?"

She looked at me like I was stupid. "John, do you really think I just sat around here playing video games all day? Sometimes, I'd get bored and lonely and would look at porn. And hoo boy, I saw a lot of things I wanted to try. Different positions, bondage, costumes, anal, etc. And I'd try to show him but no! Those were all 'sinful acts'." She even did the air quotes and a condescending tone. Then, she downed another shot. "But then, I showed him something that really pissed him off."

"What was that?"

"One of the videos had a black guy in it. That wasn't why I was showing it to him. I think that was when I tried showing him tit fucking. But the guy just happened to be black."

"Why did that piss him off?" Steve asked.

"Because of you guys! He thought that because I was looking at interracial porn, it meant I wanted to fuck you."

"Wait, is that why he started acting weird with us?"

"Yes, it is. He started to get really jealous. He even started using the n-word talking about you! Especially when he was drunk. Then, I found out that he was coming home later and later because he would go out drinking right after work. I think that's where he met that bitch. That night where I came over here when I thought he was missing, he accused me of fucking you two! That's why he said he needed a second wife. One who wasn't a fat cow obsessed with ni--um, black guys."

Over the past year, she had barely mentioned Tim except to talk about the divorce. Now, it was like the floodgate had been opened. "Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm good. All of that is over and done with now!" She poured shots for all 3 of us and lifted up her glass. "To freedom!"

"To freedom!" Steve and I echoed as we all clinked our glasses and took the shots.

"This is something else I couldn't do for a year."

"What, drink?" I asked. "Why couldn't you drink during that year?"

She giggled. "I'm going to let you in on a little secret. **** makes me really horny. Especially whiskey. I couldn't risk something happening during the separation."

My cock had been getting harder throughout this conversation but I was still too sober to allow myself to make the obvious jump in logic. "Then why did you--"

"Because I want to do some sinful things with some black guys." That was the most seductive tone I'd ever heard in her voice but the drunk undertone was still there. She leaned back against the couch as if she expected us to do something. My cock was telling me to go for it but I was still too sober to ignore my conscience. Steve didn't move, either.

"You can't be serious," Steve said as he looked as shocked as me.

"You're just drunk," I added.

"Oh, I'm drunk, definitely," she said with a smile. "But I made this decision months ago. I've always been attracted to both of you. And I know John has had a crush on me for years." Oh god, she knew this whole time?! "But I still wouldn't have ever acted on it if Tim hadn't been a fucking dumbass! Hell, it really was a coincidence the first time I saw interracial porn. The past year, though, that's all I've watched! I decided that there's a lot of things I want to try sexually and who better to try them with than my two best friends? I could have just picked John but I didn't want there to be any jealously. The last thing I want to do is come between you two. Wellllll, that's not exactly truth. I'd love to CUM between you! And if you don't think I'm serious..." With that, she reached into the top of her dress and pulled out her tits!

There they were. The huge tits I had jacked off to for years! My hands started to reach for them on their own, but I stopped myself and looked at Steve. After all, she wanted both of us.