Poor Lillian!
Here she was, only married 4 hours, dressed lusciously in her white wedding lingerie of silk stockings, body-hugging Basque, high heels and a sexy veil, sitting on the edge of the marriage bed with her fucking drunk husband snoring his head off! How could he do this to me?
He was an executive rep. for a computer company, she a director for a Graphic Design firm. He swept her off her feet (and onto her knees, he liked to joke) and within four months of dating she had moved in, after six he asked her to marry him. A whirlwind romance, an amazing lover, her Mom loved him and her friends thought he was so cute, everything would have been perfect if it wasn't for the baboons he kept as friends. Were all men that immature? Did they always behave like 'little boys'? God, if any of them had a brain between them they'd be dangerous.
Just how much did Brad have to drink; she fumed? He promised he'd take it easy, but oh no, he had to go and 'celebrate' with his loser friends. Bastards. They were pouring Jack Daniels down his gullet every time she turned round. Oh, how they must be laughing their asses off, knowing Brad was in a drunken coma and horny Lillian was left wanting. Big joke! She'd never forgive them for this. And even Brad's best friend, the Irishman Sean. She was surprised at him.
He had a year's contract with Brad's firm, moving from Dublin to their hometown and had made friends easy enough. Brad took him under his wing and showed him the town, introducing him around. Lillian heard gossip from some girlfriends that he fucked like an animal, and she'd be lying if she didn't wonder just what he was like in bed. She smiled. Jeez, and here's me, a newly married woman!
She just knew he was the instigator. He couldn't take his eyes off her as she and Brad danced on the dance floor, she knew he was jealous! Why he had to go and spoil her special night was beyond her. What an asshole (a cute asshole, but an asshole nevertheless...)
She sighed, and gazed longingly at her slumbering husband. What she wouldn't give to feel his big cock in her right now, she mused. Not fair! She so wanted his enormous, hairy balls bashing off her ass, so wanted to feel his erection throbbing inside her. It made her feel creamy, hot just thinking of his big cock. Hmmm, she thought, fumbling with his flies, I wonder?
His cock was soft, floppy. She fondled it in her palm, pulled it, and squeezed his fleshy member between her fingers. Nothing. Instinctively she bent her head forward and took his saggy dick into her mouth, sucking softly. Lillian licked his knob, tonguing his eye. Again, nothing happened. To add insult to injury Brad farted in his sleep. Great, thought Lillian. Thank you!
She tucked her husband's cock back into his pants, even going as far as slapping his groin with her open hand. Drunk on our wedding night! Ooooooh, you're gonna pay big time, mister!
Lillian got to her feet and headed for her suitcase that was sitting in the bedroom's wardrobe. Dragging it out, she unlocked it and rummaged through the contents. Finding her make-up bag she unzipped it, then pulled her vibrator out into the open. Needs must, she sighed.
Rolling Brad onto his side Lillian lay on the bed next to him. Closing her eyes she slowly ran the vibrator between her wet slit, her left hand cupping her breast, caressing the Basque that sensuously pushed her cleavage forward. The smooth tip of the dildo felt good against her soft, wet puss, mmmmmm, she murmured, if only this was Brad's big cock...
Lillian reached up to cup her breast that slowly poured out of the Basque, her fingers twiddling the nipple that poked over the rim. Through closed eyes she imagined Brad's big cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy, she scraping her fingernails off his powerful arms, her legs wrapped around his smooth waist, he fucking her with long, deep strokes. Deftly she inserted the vibrator inside her, switching it on, it producing a low buzzing noise as it worked its wonders within her. Her wrist moved the dildo back and forth, tickling her clit, oooooooh, she was so wet! She pictured sucking on Brad's cock, that big, thick man-meat. She loved sucking cock, and licked her lips at the thought of gagging on his gorgeous erection. Her finger found her clit as she fucked herself with the vibrator, she thrusting her hips to meet the buzzing piece of plastic, her finger rubbing her engorged clit... oh, ooooooh, fuck, she was so close, so fucking close...
When suddenly, there was a knock on the hotel room door. She ignored it, concentrating on her imminent orgasm, but whoever it was they knocked again, again, and then again, until Lillian swore and swung her legs off the bed. Persistent little bastard, she cursed under her breath, grabbing her dressing gown. She threw her veil on the floor. Better not be room service with a bottle of JD for Brad, she scowled, wrapping the gown tightly around her, or there'll be hell to pay.
She left the bedroom, marched into the sitting room then opened the door, expecting to see a grinning Bellhop, but not expecting to see the Irishman Sean! He stood there, his black jacket over his shoulder, his tie loose and his shirt open, and merely said "Hi!"
"Wh-what are you doing here?" Lillian asked, a tone of annoyance in her voice.
"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"
"No, you're not, he's fucking passed out on the bed, no thanks to you!"
"Yes, he did have a bit much to drink, didn't he?"
"You were pouring it down his throat all night!"
"Actually, the guys were, I was the one who was telling them to stop, and warning him that something like this might happen."
"You were -?"
"Yup, even when you were dancing together he didn't look well, I was afraid he was going to throw up on – well, let's not think about that, shall we?"
"I see..." Lillian said. Shit! So it wasn't Sean after all. I knew it; it was those other losers. You didn't see any of them knocking on the door to see if Brad was alright, and when he was supposedly staring at her he was only concerned for his friend!
"So... apart from being unconscious on the bed, is he ok?" Sean asked, looking over her shoulder to see if he could spot his buddy.
"Yes, yes, he is. Actually," she decided, "Come in, see for yourself."
She opened the door and let the Irishman in, she shutting it behind them. She led him towards the bedroom (now that would be sexy if circumstances were different!) and presented her husband to Sean. Sure enough, Brad was out cold, still fully dressed, and snoring his brains out.
"I'd say he looks like a baby, but I'd be lying." Sean quipped.
Lillian giggled. He had a point. Brad was never what you'd call a handsome sleeper. It was something she told her Mother, that Brad –
"I see you started without him." Sean said.
"Sorry?" she asked, and looked where Sean had cast his eyes. Her vibrator, still wet, was glistening on the bed sheets. Oh, God!
"I, um, you know, I couldn't – "she blushed, wishing the ground would open and swallow her whole.
"Hey, that's ok," he grinned.
Lillian blushed. She went to grab the dildo, holding it behind her back. "I think you better – "
"Don't worry about it, Lillian; I'd do the same if it had happened to me."
"Well," Lillian coughed. "I doubt any girl would dare fall asleep on you." Did she just say that?
