Tipsy and Turned On

One Saturday afternoon found my wife and I travelling back to the town we had recently moved from. The drive was around 45 minutes, going from north to south through the other Indianapolis suburbs. The reason for our trip was for the annual Beer and Wine Festival, a beer and wine tasting at the local convention center. The event had grown rather large over the years and had become somewhat of a tradition for Morgan and I. However, this year we would be staying at the adjoining hotel, instead of the quick drive back to our former home. We were set to meet up with a few other couples, as the Fest had become quite popular in our circle of friends. I know one reason Morgan enjoyed going is because it was an excuse to dress up and look pretty, something I am proud to say she does quite well.

We had recently celebrated our 9th wedding anniversary, with a total of twelve years together, including dating time. Morgan is still the brown-eyed, brunette knockout she was when I first met her at age 20. At 5'5", she has an athletic body that she maintains with regular trips to the gym, running, and biking. There is nothing I don't love about her. Now 33, she has achieved classic milf status. I also do my best to stay in respectable physical shape. I'm not quite as lean and wiry as I once was, but my job as a firefighter has both allowed and required me to stay fit. At 5'9", I stand a bit taller, save when she's wearing heels. To say we look good together would be a drastic understatement.

As with any relationship, we've had our ups and downs. Sometimes it's been a regular roller coaster... but in the end we've always ended victorious and stronger for it, despite watching many of our close friends' marriages and relationships end. We have two beautiful children, turning 4 and 6 later in the year. Because of my difficult schedule and job requirements, it was sometimes challenging to find balance in all aspects of our lives. Thankfully now, it seems as though we had found it, or were at least damn close. The quality of sex between us has rarely been an issue. We hardly ever say "no" to each other and never lacked in the passion area. As with many couples, having kids definitely cramped our style a little bit in that department. Sometimes I think it became difficult for us to stop viewing ourselves as parents versus lovers. It seems that was only a temporary curse, as sex between us had returned with a vengeance; it seemed like each session was hotter than the last.

We arrived at the hotel about 3 pm, giving us a few hours to relax and get ready before heading to the other end of the building for the tasting. Anyone who has kids realizes the value of time away from them and that certainly wasn't lost on Morgan and I. Sexual tension tended to hang in the air fairly constantly when we were out on our excursions. As we made our way to the elevator, I couldn't help but gaze at her ass as she walked in front of me. She could really wear a pair of jeans. What I really loved was how tight and muscular it had become over the last few years of working out. I could barely keep my hands off it when given the opportunity. As we stepped inside and the elevator doors closed, I saw one of those opportunities. Catching her a bit by surprise, I pressed my body against hers, pinning her against the wall and squeezing her left cheek with my free hand. I moved my lips to hers and she rewarded me with a passionate kiss with no shortage of tongue. After about 10 seconds, she broke the kiss.

"You really can't wait one more minute?" she said smirking, with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

"I guess there's just a fine line between can't wait and simply don't want to wait," I replied smiling.

The door opened and we made our way to our room. It was simple but nice, your par-for-the-course Holiday Inn room. After putting some of our stuff away and getting comfortable, we again found ourselves in each others' arms. Our lips met again and hands started exploring. This time however, we knew that we didn't have to stop after a few seconds, and soon clothes began flying off. Morgan is gorgeous naked and I usually waste no time trying to get her that way. This time was no different. Me in my boxers and her down to a bra and panties, I moved behind her, pressing my hardening dick into her butt cheeks, brushing her hair aside and kissing her neck. My hands moved all over the front of her body, rubbing her 34B tits through her bra and playing with her freshly shaven pussy inside of her quickly moistening thong. She responded to that with sharp, deep breaths and her sexy moan that I can't ever seem to get enough of. She reached behind and started rubbing my stiffening cock over my boxers, eliciting a similar response from me. Eventually, weakening knees got the better of us and we collapsed onto the king sized bed beside us.

We laid down facing each other and she threw her leg over me. We pulled each other in close, our still- clothed crotches pressed together. I reached behind and unhooked her bra giving me access to her beautiful, soft tits with those responsive, sensitive nipples. Grabbing one with my hand, I squeezed it tight and wrapped my mouth around it, teasing her nipple with my tongue. She responded with a moan and an arch of her back, seemingly pushing her tit further into my mouth. Reaching down, she shoved her hand in my boxers and grasped my rock hard manhood firmly. When she is super turned on, it translates through how she holds my dick. In some of our more relaxed, subdued lovemaking sessions, she holds it gently and strokes it slowly, almost teasing me. But other times, such as now, she wraps her hand around it tight and jerks me roughly, telling me without words how badly she wants to get fucked. Usually I can only take a few minutes of this before I need to be inside her, or I'd risk going completely insane. She stopped briefly to remove my precum-stained boxers, while I played with her ass and pussy over her thong. Now I mentioned how well she can wear some jeans, but beneath those jeans it gets even better. Seeing her in cute panties never fails to drive me crazy, even if it's while we're just getting changed in the morning. She has an amazing set of legs and her skin carries what I consider a year-round tan. Temptation eventually got the best of me and I started peeling her thong away from what I could visibly see was a sopping wet cunt.

Now both completely naked and still facing each other, this was always one of my favorite feelings- pressed incredibly close to each other with my dick sliding along the outside of her smooth, hairless pussy. Our hands continued to explore each other, scraping our nails across each others' backs, moaning and breathing hard as we anticipated what was still to come. I pushed her away slightly so I could play with her pussy with my fingers. Placing the tip of my finger at her opening, I used the juices leaking out to moisten my fingertip and began rubbing her engorged clit.

"Mmmm, mmmm..." was all that she could manage as I played with her super sensitive love button.

Moving back down, I located her opening with my middle finger and shoved it inside, firm and direct.

"Ahhh...Yes..." she panted, before she turned her head slightly to give a gentle bite to my shoulder. She was so wet, friction was hard to come by. I pressed my finger into the roof of her vagina and moved it in and out with it cocked back like a hook, making sure to hit her G-spot. More moaning. Louder moaning.

A few more minutes of manual stimulation was all I could handle. I needed to be inside her now. The look of desire on her face told me she wanted the same. I moved on top of her and lined my dick up with her dripping hole. Just like my finger, I entered her firm and direct. She cried out with pleasure and pulled me inside, after a minute or so of slow strokes, I picked up the pace and force, watching her tits shake with every hard thrust. I like spending a fair amount of time making out with her when we are in missionary, kissing while we make each other moan. I continued to fuck her hard, slowing only occasionally to prevent things from ending too soon. Morgan's pussy is nothing short of amazing. She can get so wet and with the combination of well toned inner muscles, it is absolutely paradise for a dick. I pounded away for a few more minutes, when I decided it was time to get a taste of her.

Historically, Morgan, like most girls, has only been able to achieve orgasm the clitoral stimulation. That being the case, I always prioritize making her come with my mouth and tongue. Every so often we can time it just right and she'll come while I'm fucking her, aided by either a finger or a toy. Many times though, the feeling of her building orgasm seems to channel itself straight into my cock and I beat her to the punch. On this particular day, I wasn't interested in timing. This was fucking, not love making. I wanted her to come, simple as that.

I let my dick slide out and began kissing my way down her body, giving attention to her neck, earlobe, boobs, and inner thighs. I always like to give her a bit of a tease before actually getting started. Morgan LOVES having her pussy eaten... and I love doing it. She has a wonderful taste and usually keeps it closely shaved. I usually take my time down there, but not so today. I dove right in with two fingers going in and out with my tongue played with her clit, a little more forcefully than usual. I knew this one would be relatively quick. I licked her clit in every possible way- circular motions, side to side, up and down. I knew exactly how to drive her crazy. I'd stop every now to wrap my mouth fully around her pussy and suck her clit into my mouth, and flick it with my tongue. Her body began tensing, her moans got louder. Her orgasm was approaching and I adjusted my tactics to make sure it was a screamer. I could tell she was trying hard to prolong it, but her fortitude was soon overcome by immense pleasure. I flicked my tongue firmly and quickly and continued to thrust my fingers in and out of her. There was a slight calm before the storm, but then the flood gates opened. A moan escaped her mouth that soon became so loud it most certainly alerted all the nearby neighbors. Her hips began bucking, she thrust her pelvis in the air, burying my face even deeper into her. As quickly as that happened, she then backed up as far away from my mouth and fingers as possible as the wave of sensitivity passed through her.

Watching Morgan come is absolutely cock hardening, so the only thing on my mind at that point was getting my dick back inside her. We switched spots, I laid down and she mounted me. Still riding the wave of her orgasm, she slid my cock back into her pussy and began bouncing up and down. Now I can't even begin to describe the vision of Megan riding me. Her eyes rolled back into her head, she fucked me hard while I touched every part of her that I could reach. As I sat up to kiss her and suck on her jiggling tits, she held me in that spot and moved her legs so they were wrapped around me. She knows this is an incredible weakness of mine, as having our bodies intertwined with my dick buried in her cunt, with her tits in my face is more than I can handle. I reached back and grabbed her ass with both hands and we began rocking together, with her adding a bit of a bounce to the motion. After just a few minutes of my dick going in and out of her sopping pussy and her heavy breathing and moans right in my ear, I felt my body tense up. I pulled her in close and felt my cock begin to pulsate. With a guttural groan, my orgasm exploded inside her and I flooded her pussy with my cum. She held me close and squeezed her pussy hard around my dick, making sure to get every last drop. Moments later, we collapsed in sweaty, sticky, well-fucked heap on the bed.

While relaxing in our post orgasmic bliss, we held each other and kissed softly. Eventually she pulled herself together enough to start getting ready. As she got up to walk to the bathroom, I watched her gorgeous body move and smiled to myself and reflected on how I could be so lucky. My dick, which had retreated following the intense orgasm, suddenly began showing signs of life again. I knew the countdown was on until I'd have to have her all over again.

We got ourselves cleaned up and dressed for the evening. She opted for a simple black dress that was a classy length, falling to a few inches above the knee. I noticed she had put on a matching black bra and lacey panties under the dress. As we walked the hotel towards the festival, I was already making plans on removing each of those articles of clothing. We met up with our friends and began walking the venue, sampling drinks as we went. Morgan was easily one of the hottest girls in the place. I'd catch all sorts of eyes on her, probably all imagining themselves doing what I had just done. We separated for a bit as she went off with the wives and me with the husbands. We eventually joined back up and were all having a great time, albeit uneventful, until one particular moment.

"Oh. My. God..." she almost whispered, clearly startled about something.

"What is it?" I asked, trying to follow her gaze, but seeing nothing out of the ordinary.

"It's him. It's Steve." A bit of color had left her face.

Now it all started to make sense. Back in our harder partying days, a couple years before kids, Morgan worked as a manager at of a store near our house. Steve was a regular customer who Morgan had a massive physical attraction to. She would describe him as a classic "hot guy"- tall, fit body, and good looking facial features. They had run into each other outside of work a few times and exchanged numbers. One night at a bar, after a few drinks and lots of flirting, Steve made a move and tried to kiss her. She shot him down, but definitely not for a lack of desire. I'm pretty sure it took every ounce of her will power not to go home with him and fuck his brains out. When I found out about this, I reacted with anger and jealousy as most twenty-something males would. But eventually our lives changed and he was no longer a factor. However, rather recently, Morgan had confessed that he is still frequently the object of her masturbation fantasies. So much time had passed and I had changed. I often fantasized about the idea of her with another man, Steve being the lucky recipient in many of those situations. Obviously, I was no longer the type to hold grudges.

"Shit," she whispered under her breath. Turns out it didn't take him long to notice her, either. The color rushed back into her face and she turned red. He was about twenty feet away and looked to be standing with two friends at a table. He smiled and waved her over. We walked over to his table and Morgan, visibly nervous, accepted his hug. I offered him my hand and he shook it. It was an unspoken understanding that the past was the past, the hatched has been buried. We made small talk, catching up on what happened over the past few years. He was still in the area and was surprised to find that we had moved. As their conversation went on, the nervousness seemed to disappear from her. She was smiling more and I could swear I could see a twinkling of desire in her eye.

It was starting to get late and the 10 pm closing time was approaching. We said goodbye to the last of our couple friends around the same time Steve's two friends decided to bail out as well. We had planned on going to the attached hotel bar/restaurant after the closing for a few more drinks, so we extended an invitation for Steve to join us, which he accepted. We walked the long hallway towards the bar, where I noticed Steve taking every opportunity he could to sneak a look at Morgan's body. Strangely enough, instead of jealousy, all I felt was pride.

We finished the moderately long walk through the hotel and finally made it to the bar. It was fairly busy inside. Apparently many others had the same plan as us. We managed to find a pub table with three chairs and sat down. I offered to pick up the first round and after getting Steve and Morgan's orders, went to the bar to grab our drinks. It took a few minutes, but I soon returned with two craft beers and glass of white wine. When I returned, I couldn't help but notice that it seemed she had calmed down a lot since their initial reunion. It probably helped her that Steve didn't seem the least bit nervous the entire time, maybe some of that confidence rubbed off on her. The drinks continued to flow, Steve and myself alternating buying rounds. Somewhere in there was even a round of shots. With every sip, Morgan seemed to be loosening up a bit more. Conversation between the two of them became increasingly flirty, as did their body language. I noticed her touching his arm and brushing against him with every opportunity. Her dress showed some slight cleavage and it seemed to me that she was trying to maximize what was visible, by squaring her body to him and leaning in. She is well aware that I love watching her flirt, so I just relaxed and took it all in.

The conversation naturally turned to sex, which is usually what happens when attractive people drink together. None of us were feeling any pain at that point, so things became somewhat candid. Steve talked about some of his more outrageous and exciting sexual exploits, which Morgan listened to very intently. We also brought up a few of our own, both agreeing that after 12 years of fucking each other, it has only gotten better. At a lull in the conversation, Steve excused himself to use the restroom, leaving me and Morgan to ourselves for a few minutes.

We discussed how crazy it was running into him here, along with how well things were going. I leaned in and grabbed Morgan around the waist, putting my mouth close to her ear, told her how hot it was watching her flirt and seeing her act like a crushing schoolgirl because of him.

"Oh yeah?" she giggled, as she subtly moved her hand to the front of my pants, where she quickly noticed my growing bulge. She leaned in and initiated a passionate tongue kiss, reassuring me that she belonged to me and all the flirting tonight was in the name of fun.

"Yeah, you keep that up and I'm going to have to haul your sexy ass upstairs and take care of this," I winked. "What I'm really curious about is what's happening under that dress right now." I couldn't help but envision how wet her pussy was right now.

"Use your imagination," she said with a smirk. "I know what you're thinking and the answer is yes."

Steve soon returned and the racy conversation resumed. A bit later, I took my turn in the restroom, only to return to them all but snuggled up to each other laughing and smiling. I felt a small pang of jealousy, but it was soon blocked out by pride, along with the fact I was incredibly turned on. Morgan also scurried off to the bathroom and when she returned, it was obvious that she touched up her lipstick and eye shadow. She looked absolutely irresistible.

We had seemingly lost track of time and we heard the bartender shout for last call. I could tell Morgan was disappointed as it looked like the night was coming to an end. We settled up our tabs and made our way out of the bar towards the lobby. As we walked, it was easy to see that we had all consumed our fair share that night- none of us were walking very straight, often using each other for support as we laughed and tried to stay upright.

I realized that we had never talked about Steve's plans about how he was going to get home. I asked him and he replied that he felt plenty ok to drive. I remember Morgan mentioning years ago that Steve had a DUI. I pointed out that cops were guaranteed to be everywhere tonight, so that's probably not a valid option. A quick look at the Uber app on my phone showed nothing available in the area. A phone call to the local cab came back as a minimum one hour wait.