The first thing I saw when I woke up was a strange dresser standing against a pink wall, and I knew I wasn’t in my own bedroom. Then I felt an insistent erection probing between my legs and slipping easily into my obviously well-lubricated vagina from the rear. I frantically searched my mind, but I couldn’t remember going to bed with anyone the night before.
I knew I had attended a fund-raising affair for handicapped children at a downtown hotel, where I was supposed to meet my husband, and I recalled that a handsome young man about 25 years old had somehow attached himself to me. His name, if I remembered right, was Tim. Carl, my husband, hadn’t arrived when it was time to sit down to eat. I saved him a chair on my right, but this Tim took the seat to my left. I was starting to worry about Carl, who still hadn’t shown up by the time the dinner was over and the band started playing dance music. Tim asked me to dance, but I declined, saying I had to go powder my nose. When I got to the ladies’ room I called Carl at work. He said an emergency had come up, but it was now resolved, and he would be joining me shortly.
Tim had gotten me a fresh drink by the time I returned, and he again asked me to dance. This time I accepted, knowing that my husband would be there soon.
Tim was not shy about pressing what felt like an impressive erection against my belly as he led me around the dance floor. Now I have always been a natural flirt. I did enjoy leading a man on, and often allowed things to go quite a bit further then a married woman should, and this time was no exception. I remembered letting him dance me into a dark corner and behind some stacks of chairs, where he kissed me as he pulled the skirt of my dress up and slid his hand down the front of my panties. I remembered him telling me that he loved the feel of an older woman’s pussy. “Oh God,” he whispered. “You feel so good. Let’s go up to my room.”
I hadn’t resisted him thus far, but at that point I started to get nervous. I remembered twisting away and leaving him there, but I couldn’t remember anything after that—the rest of the evening was a blank. And now here I was being easily penetrated from the rear, my slick, slippery vagina indicating that someone had a really good time with me during the night.
I was about to bring my foot up and give the intruder a kick in the balls, when a familiar voice whispered in my ear, “What in the world got into you last night? I’ve never seen you so hot and horny in all our years together!”
A sense of relief flooded over me as I realized it was my husband. I pushed my ass up and out to give him better access to my pussy as I said, “Oh my God, honey, I don’t know! I don’t even remember you getting to the hotel. Where did you find me?”
“You were walking across the dance floor,” Carl replied. “With some guy named Tim following you. He told me you had suddenly become ill and needed some fresh air. You seemed pretty out of it, so I got a room and brought you up here to rest. But once I got you undressed you became so horny and cock-crazy that I thought I was going to have to call in the National Guard to help me! You wouldn’t let me rest all night, and now you’ve got me horny as hell for you.”
With that I pulled away from him and turned over onto my back, spreading my legs for him. “Make love to me, honey,” I panted. “I really need you to do it to me now.”
I raised my knees to cradle my husband’s body as he slipped his lovely thick six-and-a-half-inch cock back into my receptive pussy. We moved together slowly, performing the oldest and most pleasurable act a man and woman can share, the act of love with a loved one. Our bodies blended together as they had done countless times throughout our 22-year marriage, continual waves of pleasure washing over us until they culminated in a blissful mutual orgasm.
Later, as we rested, I asked Carl if he thought Tim might have slipped one of those date rape drugs into the drink he bought while I was away, which would explain my having blacked out. He said it was possible, but there was no way to say for sure. But from then on I decided to be more careful with strange men than I had been in the past. I was just glad that my husband had showed up in time to prevent anything really disastrous happening to me.
Ladies, be careful out there.
—D.N., Richmond, Virginia