Mark was laughing on the phone, a typical Sunday as Holly sat at the kitchen table and internet-shopped for the perfect cold weather coat, a quest she had been on for over a year; she was very picky about coats.
Mark was on the phone with what sounded like an old military buddy, as the “Remember this guy?” and “You are so gay!” were common in such calls.
Holly paid no attention as usual and sipped her coffee as she continued her never-ending search for just the right coat for the harsh Maine winters.
“Honey, guess who is coming to visit?” Mark said with all the glee of a schoolboy.
Holly loved to see her husband so excited, and smiled as she responded, “Who? I can’t guess. Tell me.”
Mark sat down, and taking a sip from his coffee mug, looked at his sweet wife and said, “Mike, Mike is coming to visit.” Holly had heard all the stories about Mike; she had never met him, as he lived in some other state, a state no doubt where winter was less harsh, she thought.
“That’s great, baby,” she said.
Mark and Mike had been in the same unit in Afghanistan, and she had heard many stories from Mark about the antics the two had gotten up to, mostly drunken silly things from what she remembered.
“He will be here on Thursday, and I was thinking, if it’s ok with you, of course, if he and I can go out drinking that night,” Mark said, almost asking permission but more like he was just being polite about it.
“Sure, baby, just don’t get arrested and no strip clubs,” she said. Even as Mark trusted her completely, Holly was always wary of other women trying to steal him, as he was handsome and funny and had a great job.
The week progressed as normal, and soon Thursday came. Mark left after dinner and headed out to see his buddy. Holly took the opportunity to text JD [see “Holly’s Meat Run” for details] and to take a long bath, soaking her petite body, shaving her snatch nice and smooth, and then putting on her short red silk nightshirt. She reclined on the sofa to watch a movie on Hulu and to wait up for Mark, just to make sure he didn’t come home with lipstick stains.
Around midnight she heard Mark’s car pull into the driveway. She looked out the window and saw another car pull in behind Mark’s. She assumed it would be Mike, and she was right as she watched the two exit their cars and stumble toward the house.
In they came, laughing and loud; she knew Mark well enough to know he was not completely drunk but very close. His friend Mike was taller than Mark but also a bit out of shape. He had some belly on him but was overall an attractive man. Mark introduced Mike to Holly; they shook hands and made small talk as Mark wandered over to the liquor cabinet and took out a bottle of Everclear, a very strong, clear, white, grain alcohol.
Calling for Holly and Mike to come down into the living room, soon all three were sitting on the sofa, Mike on one side and Mark on the other with Holly in between them. Her short nightshirt showed a lot of her legs as she sat. Feeling Mike’s eyes on her legs, she grabbed the blanket she had been under when they arrived and covered her legs.
Then they started drinking; shots were downed, and even Holly had a few. Both Mark and Holly rarely ever drank at home, and so it hit them both hard, whereas Mike seemed to have a higher tolerance to the firewater and remained somewhat coherent.
Soon they fell into the movie Holly had been watching. It grew quiet as they watched it, a horror movie about an island and a haunted house. Holly, feeling tipsy, lay down, her head resting on her husband’s lap and her legs resting on Mike’s lap. “Hope you don’t mind,” Holly said to Mike.
Mike’s response was, “No problem, but can you share that blanket?” Holly nodded, and then as Mike covered his lap and Holly’s legs with the blanket, she put her head back down on Mark’s lap.
Mark gently brushed Holly’s wavy, long, brown hair, caressing her neck, something that he knew turned her on. In Mark’s drunken state, he sort of halfway started to initiate foreplay with Holly, his hand going below the blanket and cupping one of Holly’s breasts, but either he realized they weren’t alone or the alcohol misdirected his intentions, but his hand slowed and stopped.
Great, Holly thought, turn me on and leave me wet, dang drunk husband, and she pulled his hand from her nightshirt and put it on her shoulder, pulling the blankets back over her arms as she did in a sort of angry wife kind of way.
As the movie went on, Mike’s hands started slowly massaging Holly’s feet; she looked over at him, and he smiled at her as he rubbed her feet. “That feels great; thank you,” she said quietly. And turned back to the movie.
Mike’s hands were amazing; Holly hadn’t had a good foot massage in a very long time, and in her tipsy state, it was even better. And she didn’t mind when Mike’s hands made their way up to her calves; it felt great, actually, and she rolled onto her back so her shins were facing up so Mike could better reach her legs.
Holly, now on her back, looked up at Mark; he was like a zombie, his eyes half shut and his head slowly tilting to the side. She knew he was absolutely drunk now, and almost as if on cue, his head rolled back and he began to snore softly.
Holly looked back at Mike, who also noticed Mark had passed out. They both had a shared smile and quiet laugh. Mike said in a whisper, “He always was a lightweight.” And then Holly and Mike turned their heads back to the movie.
Mike’s hands, however, kept working wonders; now up on her thighs, he worked each muscle in her legs and even added some soft caressing between hard massaging. She kept her face expressionless and focused on the movie as his hands moved to her upper thighs.
His hands moved up, closer and closer to her now soaking-wet snatch. She instinctively opened her legs a little, allowing Mike’s hands to get even closer to her now swollen and hungry pussy lips. Oh my God, she thought, is he ever going to touch it? His fingers were getting so close, just passing her vaginal lips by each time; this went on for some time.
Holly was getting annoyed. She knew that touching her pussy would be crossing a line, a line she had crossed with JD (Mark’s best friend), but after so much stimulation around her pussy and a little too much to drink, she was crazy for release. She opened her legs more, hoping he would get the hint. Another look up at Mark, his jaw slack, his head back, and the snores were a rhythmic testament to his state of consciousness.
Holly used the moment to let out a small, very sexy-sounding sigh, as Mike’s fingers were particularly close to her clit. She moved her hips just a bit toward Mike, trying to give him the signal to touch it.
Mike grinned and lightly brushed her clit with his fingers; Holly let out a bigger sigh and pushed herself closer to him; that was all it took, and a moment later Mike’s fingers were inside her hungry, wet cunt. Mike easily slid two fingers into Holly, slowly finger fucking her while his thumb vibrated on her clit. Oh shit, Holly thought, this guy is really good with his fingers.
Holly closed her eyes, the sound of the movie and Mark’s drunken snores and just a hint of a wet squishy sound of a soaked-fingered snatch was intoxicating.
Being touched by another man literally in front of her dear drunken husband was a thrill beyond the physical senses.
Then Mike moved; he very slowly lifted one of Holly’s legs up and around his back as he leaned down, pushing up the blanket over Holly’s legs as he did. Lowering his grinning face to her hot, soaking pussy, Holly looked up again at Mark; he was still gone to the world as Mike’s lips and tongue began to pleasure Holly. She bit her lower lip to attempt to keep quiet as Mike’s tongue was as talented as his fingers had been.
She held his head firmly as she had her first orgasm of the night, gripping him by the ears and looking up at her husband’s face, she pushed into Mike’s face as she came.
Then she slowly moved her head off of Mark’s lap and sat up as Mike sat back and undid his belt and unzipped, pulling down his pants, allowing his hard cock to spring forth.
As cocks go, it was decent, not as big as Mark’s cock but still bigger than some she had seen. Mike was no porn star for sure, but he absolutely had a beautiful cock head, and Holly was about to feel it.
Holly was cautious, looking back at Mark with each movement as she climbed onto Mike’s lap; she straddled his legs, and lowered herself onto his cock; slowly she felt every inch of Mike’s throbbing cock inside of her; she looked back at Mark again; he was so out of it, and this was so risky; the risk was making this even hotter.
She faced Mike as she rode his cock, kissing him and slowly riding him, rocking her hips back and forth as she moved up and down on him. Mike then, holding her ass cheeks, squeezed them as Holly lifted up her nightshirt to reveal her breasts and erect sensitive nipples to Mike. Mike bent forward to lick and suck on Holly’s nipples. Holly arched her back and looked over at Mark, watching him while fucking his buddy; this made her orgasm again, and she lost her rhythm as she did.
Mike then took control, lifting and lowering her on his cock more aggressively than she had been riding him.
He then lifted her as he was inside her, standing and turning around, being fucked while lifted, reminding her of the times she had fucked JD, Mark’s best friend, and that, combined with fucking yet another close friend of her husband, right next to her dear husband even, brought her a third orgasm immediately.
Mark then set her down on the sofa facing him as he stood before Holly, and in a much more aggressive way, he grabbed her head and rammed his cock into her mouth. Holly, tipsy from the alcohol and high from 3 orgasms in just a few minutes, gladly sucked him like a whore.
Holly sucked and slurped and gaged and loved every inch, and then Mike’s grip strengthened, but not to force his cock inside her mouth, as most men do, but rather Mike pulled his cock out, and then in Holly’s face he began to rapidly jerk himself off.
Mike tensed up, and rapidly stroking his cock he began cumming like a fire hydrant; he shot load after load of cum across her face and hair, her lips and chin and forehead spattered with his cum, her hair and neck.
Holly had never seen one man producing so much cum!
Soon he finished and then walked away towards the bathroom. His pants in one hand and his still erect cock in the other.
Leaving Holly to sit well fucked and dripping with cum, still shaking from her many orgasms. She moved over the middle of the sofa again and leaned back on the sofa, letting his cum drip and harden on her skin and hair; she loved the scent and feeling of cum on her face. A very satisfying feeling both physically and emotionally.
Mike returned, fresh and with his pants back on normally. He leaned down and gave Holly a kiss on the lips and whispered, “Thanks for the hospitality, and don’t worry; he will never know.”
And with that, Mike left, and Holly fell back again onto Mark’s lap as the movie credits rolled. Only then did she realize this wasn’t the movie they had started watching; this was the end of a completely different movie. Only then did she look over at Mark’s watch, shocked it was 4:30 am already.
She got up and regretfully washed the dried cum from her face and hair and then went straight to bed with a sort of self-satisfied grin for having secretly fucked two of her dear husband’s friends now. Setting her alarm so she could at least call in late to work, she was going to need some sleep. Luckily for her, she was State management, so no one really questioned her hours, and her superiors wouldn’t dare as they wouldn’t want anyone to question them about their hours.
It seemed the higher one got in state government, the less one needed to actually be accountable for their time.
Holly smiled as she fell asleep, leaving Mark snoring on the sofa and thinking about accountability and infidelity.
The next day Mark woke Holly with a cup of coffee and a kiss, never the wiser about what had happened just 2 feet away from him in his own home. God, she loved him, the world’s best husband.
“I guess I missed the party,” Mark said with a grin while handing Holly her coffee.
Holly responded, saying, “Oh you didn’t miss much, Mike went home not long after you passed out”.
Telling lies was definitely getting easier for Holly.
That night Holly made sure to ride her husband’s amazing cock on the sofa; she wanted him to reclaim her, and he did just that, twice even. Finishing first as she rode him and the second time from behind her as he bent her over the sofa. Visions of Mike and JD swirled in her mind as she gratefully took her husband’s cock and cum.
Leaving Holly with one question: Who would be next?
