It was supposed to be an all-night euchre tournament.

Instead, it was a pool tournament, a few hands of euchre, Cards Against Humanity, and a half a gallon of Captain Morgan.

By 2 a.m., we decided it was time to look for a bedroom, before the rest of the party took all the decent places to sleep.

One of my best friends, Lynn, was with us, and due to bad roads and alcohol consumption, there was no way I was letting her leave this late. I slipped my hand through hers, and following M, led her from the basement to the second story, and down the hall to an out of the way bedroom.

As M got out the air mattress, I kicked off my jeans and slid under the covers of the bed. Lynn followed suit and our hands met again under the blankets.

Just when the air mattress was getting full, my hubby’s phone started ringing, and he was informed they needed him downstairs to help get another drunkard out of a locked bathroom.

“I’ll be back,” he called over his shoulder as he left the room.

Lynn and I, we chit-chatted and soon our hands fell apart and drifted to one another’s legs. While mine stayed still, her’s trailed down to my inner thigh, then back up.

There was a pause. A long pause.

I rolled to my side, leaned in, and kissed her.

And that’s when things started to turn blurry.

Hands moved, caressed, and explored one another’s bodies and before long, we were both naked and in each other’s arms, not able to touch enough, kiss enough, or get close enough.

We were a tangle of arms and legs, tongues, lips and teeth, so wrapped up in one another that we didn’t hear the bedroom door open, then close until M’s voice drifted through, “Well then, ย hello pretty girls.”

We giggled.

Lynn and Iย continued to play,ย now with a very excited audience, who came to sit at the bottom of the bed to have a better view of the show.

It wasn’t long before his hands, then his tongue and lips were involved too.

On his lips, her pussy tasted just like mine.

At one point, we were backwards in bed, Lynn leaning back on M’s chest while my fingers, lips and tongue worked between her legs. I looked up at her, laid back against my husband, her head fallen over his shoulder.

Her tight, perky breasts stood proud from her chest and I watched as M’s fingers toyed and played with her dark nipples, keeping them hard and peaked as I licked and sucked, bringing her to another orgasm.

Watching her against him, him holding her up, while I licked her pussy, the whole visual made me cum without even being touched.

There were so many moments, exquisite moments, blurred by alcohol and orgasms.

Her and I both with our lips on his cock. Our tongues touching as we caressed him with our mouths.

Her mouth between my legs, demanding that M come and taste me too.

Lynn on her back, with M between her legs, pushing her knees wide enough to allow him access. Me, straddled over her mouth and as she found my clit, then pulled it between her lips, watching as my husband’s cock slipped through her curls and into her tight pussy.

So many moments too fuzzy to detail here.

Shortly after 5 in the morning, we collapsed, exhausted, onto the bed.

“Girls, it’s almost daylight,” M’s voice was soft as his hands drifted over our bodies, slick and sticky from sweat and cum.

We rolled into one another, M spooning me, me spooning Lynn, and drifted off to sleep, one very satisfied, yet tired, cuddle puddle.

Yesterday, hung over, sore, and exceptionally tired, I could smell her pussy on my fingers all through the day.