The story recounted below, all taking place one drunken night in a hotel room, is 100% true. The events that enabled me to undertake what would have to be the most daring sexual escapade of my life, however, had been evolving over time.
For the past several years, my wife and I have developed a swinging relationship with another couple, sort of. Essentially, with lots of wine and gradually over time, the women have evolved from playful kissing to pretty much anything goes. Me and the other husband have been mostly content with watching. We participate on the periphery, with our own wife, but are not “allowed” to touch the other. This rule has been broken, by me at least, quite often, but always covertly during times that everyone is too drunk to notice or care very much.
As a result of this soft swinging, some sexy teasing and flirting has developed between me and my wife’s friend, Kim. Both of us take it for what it is, some occasional naughtiness to spice things up, but really nothing more. While planning for the four of us to go out of town for a concert weekend, I joked with Kim about what might happen if both spouses passed out. Again, it was flirtatious teasing, but I doubt either of us really expected or planned on what ultimately transpired.
So after a night of partying at the concert, then hitting the area bars, we all got back to our room (given our situation, we got one room with two beds). Everyone was extremely drunk, and it didn’t take long for the girls to end up in bed together with the men joining in as we normally did. Kim even pulled out a vibrator to play with, so had the night ended here, I would have chalked it up as a successful trip. I’m not sure how long this went on, but eventually the alcohol caught up with everybody and each headed to their own bed.
I was the last one to get in the bathroom, and by the time I came out, I could hear Todd snoring, and it even appeared my wife and Kim were both already asleep. I started for the far side of our bed, and noticed much of Kim’s leg and one of her breasts, exposed by the tussled sheet. I at once recalled our joking reference to a daring little tryst, and walked closer, between the two beds. I looked at my wife, on her side, facing away from me. She was breathing heavily, obviously in a deep alcohol induced sleep. I then examined Kim, as she appeared to be sleeping just as deeply as my wife. My drunken, aroused brain was strongly suggesting I take advantage, but I knew how risky it was. Still naked myself, I stepped away, and actually paced between the TV and the beds, stopping every now and then to assess everyone’s state of sleep. After maybe 10 minutes, Todd was still snoring, and hadn’t moved from his position on his side, facing away from Kim. My wife showed no signs of coming around as well, so I made the decision to go for it.
Creeping between the beds, I silently knelt down next to Kim. I then noticed the buzzing sound of her vibrator. She was obviously asleep, so I reached under the sheet and found the toy humming harmlessly in her limp hand, perched just above her pussy. I slipped it from her fingers and slid it down along her slit, until I could press the vibrating toy vertically between her already wet lips. I was able to press it against her clit randomly as I pleased. While playing with her in this manner, I couldn’t resist her erect nipple, clearly visible from the parking lot lights filtering around the edges of the drapes. Her breasts aren’t large, but her tit was so soft and inviting as I began to caress it in my right hand. With no further thought, I leaned down and gently licked and kissed her, keeping up this assault for several minutes. I took notice of the way her nipple distended, practically begging me to suck it and began to press my face ever more firmly into the softness of her breast, consuming her with my tongue and lips, all the while keeping up the stimulation from the vibrator.