Your boyfriend's good buddy flew in from out of town, and was staying overnight.  You had gotten some playing time in earlier, when they were out running around together, but now they were back, and both had been drinking.  You sat on the couch with your man as they both talked of old times, laughing.  You were bored, but had a smile on your face, and made a funny comment hear and there as the two men reminisced about the good old days.  You got up to go get more beer, and brought back 3 more bottles.  As you handed one to Richard, he smiled up at you, and you smiled back, then you sat next to your boyfriend,  leg pressing against his, and he gratefully took a bottle from you.  You could sense he was approaching the 'too drunk to fuck' stage, and you were getting a little pissed at that.  You hadn't had his cock inside you for a whole week, and are a little edgy about that.  Hell, you looked forward to screaming in the bedroom as you came and letting Richard hear you, that was a turn-on.  And maybe you could get your boyfriend off hard enough that Richard would hear him moan too, through the guest bedroom wall.  You liked the idea of that challenge.
 
As you all drank your final beer of the night, you stroked your boyfriend's bare thigh, you liked it when he wore shorts.  You were looking at richard and smiling while doing this, and he was looking at you; you could see the wheels turning in his mind, fogged with alcohol; as you drank from your bottle, lips puckered around the neck of the glass, you kept your eyes on him, and to your satisfaction you noticed him developing an erection as you stroked your man's thigh.  You felt the wetness start inside you, and had a good buzz on, enjoying the heck out of Richard's reaction, when your man picked up your hand and moved it off his thigh.  You were disappointed, but expected nothing less, actually.  Regretfully, your torrid fantasy of a three-way, with two men ejaculating their warm loads of semen all over your breasts and stomach as you masturbated yourself to orgasm, slid into the background of your mind.
 
Your boyfriend got up to use the bathroom.  You sat there on the couch, smiling at Richard, who smiled back.  You told him it was good to see him again, and, rather inanely, he told you it was good to see you too, as you spread your thighs, and you noticed his eyes staring at the crotch of your shorts, and you really liked this, your nipples were poking against the fabric of your tank-top; you'd think about Richard tonight when you got yourself off next to your snoring man, because you knew he was going to be out like a light with all the beer in him.  You pondered trying to suck him off as he was passed out as you looked at Richard's erection pressing against his shorts.  Hmmm, you thought, looks like more than a mouthful over there.
 
Your boyfriend staggers back from the toilet, and he says he's fucked-up drunk and is hitting the hay; you and Richard stand up, and Richard smiles at you once more as you wrap your arms around your man and wink at Richard, then move off to the bedroom with him.  Once the door is closed, you turn to your man, he is sitting on the bed taking his shoes off, and you kneel between his legs, leaning forward playfully, kissing his cock through his shorts.  'Christine, no' he said drunkenly, 'Richard might hear!' as he layed down after pulling his shirt off; he layed there in his shorts, looking semi-comatose already, and you turn the light out and curl up next to him, cuddling, as you slip your hand inside his shorts, grabbing his cock, hoping for a positive reaction; but he drunkenly grabs your arm, pulling your hand out of his pants, and, as you lay your head against his chest, starts snoring softly.
 
You are not happy.  At least he could have took a handjob from you!  You could have fingered your pussy as you pumped your man's cock, and timed it just right so that when you came, he came, you imagine watching his cum spray into the air as you orgasm, now that is mutual, baby!  You stay curled up against him, then realize the beer is running through you, and you pad silently out into the bathroom, peeing, thinking you'd have to get yourself off alone now.  Fuck it, you think, I'll yell out loud when I cum so Richard can hear!
 
As you walk back into the living room, you are startled to see Richard still sitting on the couch, finishing his beer as he watched the television.  You say hello to him and he lookes up, smiling brightly, and says "Hi, Christine!" in such an excited tone that you almost laugh, what a dear man he is, and you went and sat on the couch next to him, looking at the late news, but your pussy was getting wet just thinking about being this close to another man's willing erection; yes, his was stirring again, you noticed with a glance, and as you made small talk, talking about how your man was shit-faced, how it was good to see him again, you suddenly without warning found yourself in his arms, his tongue slipping in your mouth as you gave a little moan and felt his erection through his shorts.  Your mind was swimming, heart beating fast, you can't believe this is happening, it is as wrong as you can get but there is no way in hell you are stopping until Richard cums, and you know how you want to make him cum as you break away from him suddenly, standing up, and you look down at him, sitting on the couch, amazement on his face as you pull your tank-top off and undo your bra.  You see Richard's eyes locked upon your heavy breasts, your hard nipples standing out as you toss your head to the side, your long hair flowing as you smile, lick the tips of both index fingers, and then rub your hard nipples with them, as pleasure runs through your body like an electric current and Richard says "fuck" watching you play with your nipples, he leans forward to pull your shorts down but you say "No, Richard, my pussy is my boyfriend's, but tonight you can have my mouth," as you kneel between his legs and lean forward, rubbing your full breasts over his thighs.  You like how your nipples tingle as you run them over his hairy legs, and your pussy is leaking now.
 
As you unfasten Richard's shorts, you are thinking 'I can't believe I'm doing this, we could get caught, it would ruin everything', that thought just makes you hornier, the alcohol adding its buzz to your lustful feelings as you slide Richard's shorts and boxers down at the same time, sliding them quickly off his legs.  His cock stands half-erect; it is large, the head is rounder, larger than your man's, and the shaft curves upwards more, you can't help taking notes, because it's been years since you studied an erection not your man's, and it was very exciting indeed.  You take it in your hand and Richard gives a low moan as he runs his hand through your long luxurious hair, he tells you that he always wanted you but was afraid to come on to you, you think 'whatever' as you move your fist slowly up and down on his long shaft, feeling his cock grow, straining, in your hand; you are fascinated as you feel your panties get wet, and you squeeze him tightly right below the head of his cock, and you are rewarded with a dribble of clear fluid escaping the little opening at the tip of his swollen round cockhead.
 
You can't let that go to waste, so you lean in and lick the fluid off his cockhead; Richard's whole body jerks at the contact of your warm wet tongue.  You smile up at him innocently, his large cock in your tight fist, as you rub his cockhead against your chin in small circles; his chest is heaving, his eyes are locked upon yours, you giggle at his obvious enjoyment, then rub the head of his hard prick against your lips, feeling the new fluid leak out of him in his excitement; you smear it on your lips just like it was lip gloss.  You lick your lips and taste him, you think he is saltier than your man, stickier too, as you kiss the head of his cock as you alternately squeeze and release his shaft just under his cockhead; you can tell this is driving him crazy, he asks you to pump his cock, please Christine, but you smile your sweet smile, lower lip pressed against his round red cockhead, and say "No Richard, I'm going to do you like this," and you keep on squeezing his thick shaft hard, then releasing, squeezing again, on and on.  Clear fluid dribbles out of him in a constant trickle now, you lick it up, Richard begs you to suck his cock, he can't stand this, and you look up into his eyes and say "Richard, be a good boy, and I'll let you cum on my face," which made him shut up, staring drunkenly at you, his back arched, thighs trembling as you continued squeezing him hard and releasing, all the while lapping your wet tongue against his leaking cockhead as you stare up into his eyes.
 
Richard starts moaning constantly, his body twisting, you know your squeezing and releasing, along with your tongue licking his cockhead, is driving him insane with lust.  You swirl your tongue around the top of his cockhead, earning you a fresh dribble of his fluid as he moans louder and says "You fucking tease, I'm going to cum all over your face" as Richard stands up suddenly, wobbling a bit, as he grabs your head in both of his hands and then his body tenses as he grunts deeply as his first spurt explodes forcefully against your lips, half of his sticky thick cum is in your mouth, the other half of the forceful spurt is splattered over your lips and chin, and before you can react his second spurt gushes out of him, and you involuntarily shut your eyes as this spurt leaves a thick trail across your nose, up the corner of your right eye, and onto your forehead as Richard watches your face as he gives a great inarticulate groan of sweet release and watches his third spurt splash against your left cheek; you moan loudly as you cum, your body releasing, pure pleasure washes over you as this man gets off watching his cum spray over your face.  You angle his jerking, pusling cock so his fourth spurt coats your right cheek as you look up at his face, seeing his eyes watch you as you cum, and Richard says "Fuck, youre cumming too" as his fifth spurt is less forceful, gushing out against your lips once more as you feel his thick cum drip off your chin, a string of it landing between your breasts as you fasten your lips over his cockhead and swallow his sixth and seventh spurts as you suck him hard, his body shaking as he groans.
 
He stands there for a minute after his orgasm, looking down at your cum-streaked face as you lick his cock clean; he strokes your hair with a trembling hand, wincing in pleasure as you lick his sensitive cockhead.  You smile up at him, his cum sliding down your face slowly, drops dripping onto your breasts, and he collapses back onto the couch, utterly spent.  You ruffle his hair as you walk by him and go back into your bedroom, curling up next to your man, thinking if he asks you anything, you'll say silly boy, you came on my face and dont remember?