Baby Shower

Karen couldn't decide if she was mad at herself or mad at him. The hard part was going to be telling Wayne. As she drove home, it just swirled through her mind as she overthought what had just happened. Too much wine also clouded the issues. She could barely concentrate on driving, but it was just a couple of miles to her home. She pulled into the garage, turned off the car and glanced at the clock, 1:30. Wayne would long be asleep, but now she was crazy turned on.

To all her friends and especially at work, she was this nice conservative soccer mom who never did anything wrong. As she sat there, all she could think about was how turned on she was. What had happened earlier? Was it too much wine?

The worst part, she hated Brad. He was everything she disliked in a man. All the women thought he was so ruggedly good-looking with that arrogant air about him. He was a VP in a company, and she thought he wasn't all that smart, which made her work even harder to get to the top, even more disgusted with him.

His wife, Beth, was just the opposite, cute, sweet, everyone's friend and someone who could make you show up at another baby shower, damn. There were two more women in the company who were pregnant, and a husband with a pregnant wife. Why did she have to go to this one? Why did she have so much wine? That bastard wasn't even supposed to be home.

As she sat there in the dark garage, she pulled her sundress up a bit and slipped her fingers into her panties. She was wet, really wet. She leaned back and thought about what had happened.

It wasn't the usual baby shower. It was really a girls' get-together, like they needed a reason. But not all the guys were invited, like they would really want to come anyway. For the non-pregnant women, the drinking just about started at the front door. Karen wasn't a big wine person, but for some reason, it was really good, and it was being poured as soon as the glass was half empty. Her limit is a couple of glasses and that happened within less than an hour. She was feeling no pain and the party just kept going. It was late before they even talked about opening presents.

All the women had more wine than they should, which loosened up the conversation. Someone decided they should play a drinking game. Karen thought she hadn't done that since college, but the group was still young. The rules, everyone asks a question; if you haven't done it, you have to drink a sip of wine. Karen just knew she was going to have to fake it to keep up her image. After the first couple of times around the room, it started getting a little sexy. By the third round, it was out of control and Karen had way too much wine, way too much.

Several women had to take a break, so off and on they would get up and down. Then the question came to something like, does size matter. Karen decided to take a break. Half the women started laughing and poking fun at Karen for dodging that one. Karen got up and stumbled a little, too much wine with paper and boxes in the way.

She made her way down the hall, and the closest bathroom was locked. She had seen one of the women head that way, so she knew either to wait or go to the master. It hit her hard and she knew waiting was totally out. She felt funny about going into the master like crossing a privacy line but desperation and wine blurred that line. Besides, it would just be a minute.

As she is just about finished, she hears a door, but it sounds like keys. Why would she think that? In walks Brad, of all people, sneaking in the pool door. Well, it was past midnight. Karen freezes, not knowing what to do. He looks at her with her panties down. He puts his finger to his lips to tell her to be silent. For some reason, she complies and gets up, pulls her panties up with him watching. It must have been the wine, but she let him have a full view, not pushing her sundress down so he couldn't see first.

For some reason, she felt very sexy letting him get a quick glimpse, and she wanted to tease him, the guy she didn't like. As she washed her hands, he put his hands on her hips and pulled her back. Her nice ass is firmly against his now-growing cock. She doesn't resist. She had heard some rumours that he was nicely equipped, mainly drunk, chatting with Beth. Before she can even think, her dress is pulled up and her panties are down. She watches him in the mirror and he pulls his cock out.

She knows she should stop him, just pull away and leave, but instead she stays. He rubs the head of his cock against her and she spreads her legs. Karen feels the head against her pussy and she reaches down to guide him in. The thought ran through her head that it just went from a passive participant to her helping him fuck her. For whatever reason, she wanted him to fuck her; she wanted it in the worst way. She wanted to watch him in the mirror as he fucked her.

She felt him go all the way in. Why was she so wet? It took maybe three or four minutes and she was climaxing on his thrusting cock. A few more strokes and he started to cum. She could feel him pulsing as he pulled her back against him. She didn't know why, but she wanted his cum, all of his cum.

He almost collapsed on top of her. Then she pulled away and pushed him against the counter. She wanted to really see what his cock was like. As she licked the head, she thought the head was bigger than Wayne's but maybe about the same length. She just kept licking and sucking, enjoying the feel of his smooth head in her mouth and sucking the last bit of cum from him.

Karen enjoyed it as long as she could but realized she had been gone a long time. She also felt the cum running down her leg. She got up neither of them said a word. She cleaned up some and pulled her panties up. She then had an idea, she went out the pool door and sat in a lounger. As luck would have Beth came out the back door in a few minutes and said they were looking for her. Karen said I just had too much to drink and came out for some fresh air.

Beth sat down next to her and they chatted. Karen felt a little guilty but couldn't do anything but chat. It did give her and out she told Beth that maybe she needed to get going home. Typical of Beth, she had to hug and kiss on the cheek, which was even more awkward.

Karen was now in a dark garage with her fingers in her pussy, thinking about how nice Brad's cock was. Then she caught herself thinking the next time he fucks me I will..... Oh, no way I can fuck him again!

Startling her back to reality, the light comes on and Wayne is looking at her. She opens the door and he says, I thought I heard you are you coming in? Karen gets a little unstable, so Wayne steadies her and takes her to bed.

As she undresses, she looks at him and says the worst words a guy wants to hear, we need to talk, but first you need to eat my pussy. After all their pillow talk, Wayne knows that Karen's pussy is full of cum, which doesn't slow him down. She drops down on the bed and spreads her legs for Wayne to eat her pussy.

After Karen has several back-to-back orgasms, he moves up and starts to slowly fuck her. Kissing and looking into her eyes, he asks if she wants to tell him about it and who she had fucked. Biting her lip, she says it was Brad. Wayne said, I always thought he wanted to fuck you but you had such a dislike for him, I never thought that would happen. It was really late now and both of them were exhausted, so Karen said she would tell him in the morning.

In the morning, Karen was going on about how she could let that happen. Wayne on the other hand, was hard and ready to fuck Karen as soon as she woke up. They spent the entire Saturday either talking about it or having sex. By the end of the day Karen was sure Wayne was okay with what she had done. She had to admit that Brad had fucked her pretty good and that she really enjoyed the entire scene. She wasn't convinced she wanted to see either Brad or Beth anytime soon.

Things were pretty normal for a few weeks, except for the sex. Karen was constantly thinking about how Brad had fucked her. She realized that she hadn't fucked him as much as he fucked her. She let him fuck her. The hard part was admitting to herself that she really liked it. The drama of being in the bathroom caught, showing her pussy, then him just taking her over the counter. She also thought a lot about letting him fuck her again, half resisting and half wondering if he wanted to again.

Every time she and Wayne had sex, they were earth-shattering multiples, sometimes just barely slowing down before the next wave would hit. Wayne, of course, knew exactly what was going on and loved every minute of it. Sometimes she would tell him about it while they were having sex.