Drunken Wives: Husbands Wild Betting

T was gorgeous, 5’6, green eyes, long brunette hair. Great fit figure, big perfect rack and an amazing ass …… but she had way too much to drink. Everyone at the party knew it…… her hubby J decided to push her boundaries in front of his mates and see how far she would go in this drunken state

T sprawled on the leather couch, her short dress riding up to reveal the curve of her ass. Her green eyes were glazed, and her long brunette hair was disheveled, but she was still stunning. The room was filled with the low hum of a party, and a few of J's mates were watching her with smirking curiosity. J leaned over her, his breath hot on her ear. "Think you can handle a little game, sweetheart?" he murmured, his hand sliding up her thigh. She giggled, her drunkenness making her reckless. "Sure, baby," she slurred, her eyes fluttering closed. J turned to his friends, a wicked grin on his face. "Alright, boys, who wants to see how far my little wife will go tonight?" One of his buddies, Mike, chuckled. "Fuck, man, she's already half-naked." J's hand went to the hem of T's dress, slowly pulling it up, exposing her pale thighs, then her lace thong. "And what if I go further?" he asked, his hand brushing against her pussy. She moaned, her hips arching slightly. T's friend, Laura, rolled her eyes but didn't stop watching. The room was thick with tension and lust. J's fingers hooked into the sides of T's thong, pulling it down slowly, revealing her glistening pussy. She whimpered, but didn't stop him. "Fuck, J, you're a sick fuck," one of his mates muttered, but there was no malice in his voice, only arousal. J just grinned, his fingers sliding inside her, making her gasp. T's eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze. "J... what are you doing?" she asked, her voice soft and confused. He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers. "Just seeing how far you'll go, baby," he whispered, his fingers moving faster inside her. She moaned, her body arching against his hand, her inhibitions lost in the alcohol and the thrill of being exposed.

Mike, another one of J's buddies, adjusted his pants, the bulge in his jeans obvious. "Damn, J, you're really putting her on display," he commented, his eyes fixed on T's exposed pussy and J's moving hand. J chuckled, his fingers expertly teasing T, making her hips buck and her breath hitch. "She loves it," he said, his voice low and husky. "Don't you, sweetheart?" T moaned, her head tossing side to side. "Yes... oh god, yes," she panted, her hands grasping at the couch cushions. Laura, hovering nearby, bit her lip, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and arousal. She leaned in, her voice a low whisper. "J, are you sure about this? She's really drunk." J glanced up, his eyes meeting Laura's. "She's fine. Isn't that right, baby?" he asked, his fingers circling T's clit, making her jerk and moan loudly. T's eyes flew open, her gaze unfocused but her body responding eagerly. "Yes... I'm fine," she gasped, her hips grinding against J's hand. "Don't... don't stop." Mike licked his lips, his eyes roaming over T's body. "Fuck, man, she's soaked," he muttered, his hand reaching out to stroke T's thigh, his fingers brushing against J's. J didn't stop, his fingers continuing to work T expertly. "She always gets like this when she drinks," he said, his voice proud and arrogant. "And she loves an audience." T's breath hitched as Mike's hand joined J's, his fingers teasing her inner thigh. She moaned, her body trembling with anticipation. "Please... more," she begged, her voice barely a whisper. J grinned, his eyes shining with lust and triumph. "You heard the lady, Mike. Give her what she wants."

Mike's grin widened as he slid his finger alongside J's, both of them easing into T's wet pussy. She gasped, her back arching off the couch as she felt the dual intrusion. Her eyes were glazed, but her body was responsive, hips rolling to meet their fingers. J's hand was slick with her arousal, his thumb circling her clit with practiced ease. Mike leaned in, his breath hot on T's neck. "Fuck, you're tight," he muttered, his finger moving in sync with J's. T moaned, her hands clutching at the couch, knuckles white with tension. The room was silent except for the wet sounds of their fingers moving inside her and T's breathy moans. Laura watched, her chest heaving, eyes wide with a mix of shock and arousal. She bit her lip, her own hands fidgeting at her sides, unsure whether to stop this or join in. J looked up, his eyes meeting Laura's. "Join us, Laura," he said, his voice low and commanding. "She loves it when there's more than one." Laura hesitated for a moment before stepping closer, her hand reaching out to stroke T's hair. T moaned at the touch, her body trembling with pleasure. Laura's eyes flicked to the visible bulge in Mike's jeans, then to J's handiwork between T's legs. She swallowed hard, her fingers tracing the line of T's jaw, down her neck, and to the swell of her breasts. T arched into the touch, her breath hitching as Laura's thumb brushed over her hardening nipple. "Fuck, yes," Mike groaned, his finger moving faster inside T. "She's fucking loving this." T's moans grew louder, her body writhing under their combined touch. J's thumb pressed harder on her clit, his fingers curling inside her, hitting a spot that made her scream. Mike mirrored his movements, their fingers working in perfect harmony, driving T closer to the edge. The room was filled with the scent of sex and the sound of T's pleasured cries.

Laura's breath hitched as she leaned down, her lips capturing one of T's nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. She sucked gently, her tongue flicking the peaking bud. T cried out, her body convulsing as Laura's mouth and J's and Mike's fingers worked in unison. "Oh god, that feels so good," T panted, her hands reaching out to grab onto Laura's hair. She pulled her closer, urging her to take more of her breast into her mouth. Mike, emboldened, moved his other hand to T's other breast, kneading and squeezing it firmly. His fingers dug into the soft flesh, his palm brushing against Laura's cheek as she sucked eagerly. J watched, his eyes dark with lust, his own breath coming in ragged gasps as he fingered T relentlessly. "She's close," J growled, his thumb circling T's clit faster. "I can feel it. She's fucking dripping." Laura pulled away from T's breast, her cheeks flushed and her eyes wild. She looked down at T's writhing body, then back up at J and Mike. "She's so exposed," Laura whispered, her voice thick with desire. "Anyone could see her like this." J's grin was wicked. "That's the point, isn't it?" he said, his fingers never stopping their relentless assault on T's pussy. "She loves it. She loves being put on display. Isn't that right, sweetheart?" T could only moan in response, her body trembling on the verge of orgasm. Her legs spread wider, inviting more, begging for release. Mike's eyes gleamed with lust. "Fuck, I need to feel more of her," he muttered, adding another finger, stretching T wider. She cried out, her body tensing as the sensation of fullness overwhelmed her. Laura's hand trailed down T's stomach, her fingers brushing against Mike's and J's as they moved inside her. She felt the wet heat, the pulsating walls of T's pussy, and she shivered with excitement. Her fingers joined the others, three sets of hands working together to bring T to the brink. T's moans filled the room, her body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her nails dug into the couch, her back arched, and her mouth opened in a silent scream as she came undone.

The others watching amazed to see T so wet that she easily stretches to take three fingers from three differnet people …… and loves it

The room was thick with the scent of arousal, the air heavy with the sound of T's ragged breaths and the slick, wet noises of their combined fingers moving inside her. Laura's eyes were glazed, her cheeks flushed as she watched her fingers, Mike’s, and J’s moving in and out of T’s pussy. The others in the room watched, amazed, as T's body seemed to welcome the intrusion eagerly, her hips rolling to meet their touch. "You're so fucking wet," Laura whispered, her voice a mix of awe and lust. She could feel the heat radiating from T's body, the pulsing of her inner muscles as they clenched around their fingers. "It's like you were made for this." T's eyes fluttered open, meeting Laura's gaze. "I was," she panted, her voice breathy and needy. "I was made for this. Made for you." Mike’s breath hitched as he watched T’s body respond to their touch. "Fuck, look at her," he groaned, his fingers moving faster, deeper. "She's loving every second of this." J's thumb circled T's clit with relentless precision, his fingers curling inside her, hitting spots that made her scream and writhe. "She's so responsive," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "She fucking loves being exposed like this." T's moans grew louder, her body trembling as she teetered on the edge of another orgasm. Her legs spread wider, inviting more, begging for release. Laura's hands trailed down T's body, her fingers brushing against the others as they moved inside her. She felt the wet heat, the pulsating walls, and she shivered with excitement. "It’s crazy — she’s so eager. So ready…" Laura whispered to no one in particular. Her fingers delved deeper in alongside the others. "We’re overwhelming her, yet it’s not enough." T's breath hitched as she felt another wave of pleasure building. Her body tensed, her muscles clenching around their fingers as she cried out, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her body convulsed, her back arching off the couch as she screamed her release. Laura looked up, her eyes meeting J's. "She needs more," she said, her voice steady despite the lust coursing through her. "She needs all of us." Mike's eyes gleamed with lust. "I want to see her take more," he muttered, his fingers never stopping their relentless assault. "I want to see her stretch for us." J's grin was wicked. "She will," he promised, his fingers moving in tandem with Mike's and Laura's. "She'll take all of us, and she'll love every second of it."

Mike is so aroused he begins tearing at the small amount of clothing T is wearing. Roughly wanting to see her completely exposed

Mike's breath came in ragged, desperate gasps as he tore at T's clothing, his hands shaking with urgency. The thin straps of her dress gave way with a sharp rip, exposing her heaving breasts fully. Her dress was pushed upward, revealing her lush hips and the slick, glistening flesh between her thighs. "Fuck, look at you," Mike growled, his voice thick with lust as he took in her bare, writhing body. "So fucking ready. So fucking exposed." Laura's hands joined Mike's, helping to pull the tattered remains of T's dress away from her body. T's skin was flushed, her body glistening with a sheen of sweat, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Her eyes were wild, her lips parted as she panted, her body still trembling from the aftermath of her orgasm. "Oh god, yes," T breathed, her hips lifting off the couch as if offering herself to them. "More. I need more." J's fingers never stopped their relentless motion, his thumb circling T's clit with expert precision. "She's insatiable," he muttered, his eyes dark with lust as he watched her body respond to their touch. Laura's hands roamed over T's body, her fingers tracing the curves of her hips, her thighs. She could feel the heat radiating from T's skin, the tremors that ran through her body as she teetered on the edge of another orgasm. Laura's touch was firm, possessive, claiming every inch of T's exposed flesh. Mike's hands moved to his own clothes, quickly shedding his shirt and pants, his cock springing free, hard and throbbing. He knelt between T's legs, his eyes fixed on her glistening pussy. "Fuck, I need to be inside you," he groaned, his hand wrapping around his shaft, stroking it roughly. J and Laura exchanged a look, a silent understanding passing between them. They moved to either side of T, their hands and mouths exploring her body, their touches sending shivers of pleasure through her. T's moans filled the room, her body arching and twisting as she was overwhelmed by sensation. Her legs spread wider, inviting, begging for more. "She's ready for you, Mike," Laura whispered, her voice thick with desire. "Take her. Show her what she means to us." Mike needed no further encouragement. He positioned himself at T's entrance, his cock poised and ready. With a single, swift thrust, he sheathed himself fully inside her, a low groan ripping from his throat as he felt her hot, wet flesh envelop him. T screamed, her body convulsing as she was filled completely, her inner muscles clenching around him tightly. Laura and J redoubled their efforts, their hands and mouths working in tandem to drive T to the brink of madness. T's body thrashed, her hips bucking wildly as she was overwhelmed by a torrent of sensation. Her screams filled the air, her body slick with sweat as she was lost to the pleasure of their combined touch.

T's voice rose, raw and unhinged, as Mike's thrusts grew harder, deeper. "Fuck yes, fill me up," she screamed, her legs wrapping around Mike's hips, pulling him deeper. "You're so fucking big. I can feel every inch of you." Her eyes rolled back, her head thrashing side to side as Laura's mouth closed around one of her nipples, sucking hard. "More," T begged, her voice a desperate plea. "I need more. I need all of you. Inside me. Fucking me." Her hips moved in wild, abandoned thrusts, meeting Mike's strokes with a force that shook the couch. "I'm so exposed. So open. Fuck, I love it." J's hands gripped T's thighs, spreading her wider, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "That's it, baby," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "Take it all. Take everything we give you." Laura's mouth moved to T's other nipple, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, making T scream. "You like that?" Laura murmured, her voice husky. "You like being exposed? Being used?" "Yes!" T screamed, her body convulsing as another orgasm tore through her. "I love it. I love being your little slut. Your fuck toy. Use me. Break me. I'm yours." Mike's thrusts became punishing, his hips slamming against T's with a force that made the couch shake. "That's right," he grunted, his voice straining with effort. "You're ours. Our little whore. Our plaything." T's voice rose to a scream, a wild, abandoned sound that filled the room. "Yes! Yes! I'm your whore! Your slut! Use me! Fuck me! Break me!" Her body thrashed, her hips bucking wildly as she was overwhelmed by a torrent of sensation. Her nails dug into Mike's back, her legs tightened around his hips, pulling him deeper, demanding more. Her voice was hoarse, her words spilling out in a torrent of filth. "I can feel you. Both of you. All of you. Inside me. Stretching me. Filling me. Oh god, you're going to break me. You're going to ruin me. I want it. I need it. More. Harder. Deeper. Fuck me. Use me. I'm yours. I'm your slut. Your whore."

Laura being to feel wild her self, reaching down between their bodies she finds Ts tigh little ass with her fingers

Laura's breath hitched as her fingers brushed against T's ass, the soft, sensitive skin hot to the touch. She could feel the vibrations of Mike's thrusts, the wet sounds of his cock slamming into T's pussy, and it sent a wave of lust crashing through her. Her fingers pressed gently, exploring the tight, puckered hole, feeling T's body tense and then melt into the touch. "Fuck, Laura," T gasped, her voice a ragged moan. "Your fingers... they feel... oh god." Laura leaned down, her mouth capturing T's in a fierce kiss, swallowing her moans. Her fingers circled T's ass, teasing, pressing lightly, feeling the tight muscle begin to relax. She could feel T's body respond, her hips lifting, pushing back against Laura's touch, begging for more. Mike's thrusts faltered for a moment, his eyes meeting Laura's over T's heaving chest. There was a silent question in his gaze, a dark, carnal hunger. Laura nodded slightly, her fingers never stopping their gentle assault. Mike's lips curled into a smirk, and he redoubled his efforts, his hips slamming against T's with renewed vigor. J's hands gripped T's thighs tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he held her open, exposed. His eyes were fixed on Laura's fingers, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck, that's hot," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "She loves it. She loves being our little slut." T's voice was a hoarse scream, her body convulsing as another orgasm tore through her. "Yes! Yes! I love it. I love being your slut. Your whore. Use me. Fuck me. Break me." "We will, baby," Laura whispered, her voice a dark promise. "We'll break you. We'll ruin you. We'll make you ours." Her fingers pressed harder, the tip of one slipping inside T's ass, making her scream and buck against them. Laura's heart pounded in her chest, her own body aching with need, her panties soaked with her desire. She could feel her own climax building, her body trembling with the effort of holding back. But she wanted more. She wanted to feel T come undone completely, to hear her scream their names as she shattered in their arms.