Bed Full of Pussy
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Author's Note:
The (X) Full Of Pussy stories are not consistent with each other and are not part of a larger whole. You need not have read any other story in the 'Full Of Pussy' group to understand this one. I am trying to make these fun little romps so don't go looking for a great deal of depth.
Enjoy
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Special thanks to my editor bikoukumori!
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Now that I know the setup, and the way it unexpectedly paid off in spades for me, I don't so much mind all the bullshit I had to go through that night, but damn if it didn't look like a serious disaster for a while. I'm not sure which part was worse, facing down an angry pimp or forking out $500 in bail for my idiot 'friend.' But I am getting ahead of myself.
So this guy – Brad – is dating my wife's best friend Cathie. Cathie is a cute little thing, busty and sassy and bursting with life with this strange ability to look naughty at all times, while Brad looked more like some loser who could only hope to stalk a looker like her. He was tall, sure, but scruffy and...odd. I never understood what she saw in him. Somehow it comes up in conversation between these two that Brad had never been to a strip club. Cathie thought that was terrible and wanted him to go, perhaps to get it out of his system for when (if) they got married. She and my wife Angela then decided that I had to take him out to the local titty bar.
"So long, boys! Don't come home early!"
Now at this point I'm feeling pretty damned good about life. It's not every day the wife hands you $300 and says go get some tits in your face, right? I wouldn't say I go without at home, but Angie's long, lean body wasn't blessed with big jugs and a man does have certain needs. And so what if Brad is a bit of a freak? It's not his tits I want to see. So off we go on a Saturday evening to The Classy Chassis on the other side of town. I had been in there a few years before at a bachelor party and it was a decent place, I thought.
Things had changed. I'll make this long story short and sum up like this: The girls were nasty, the place was dirty, and the drinks were expensive. The thing is, Brad didn't know any better and wouldn't listen to a damn thing I said so he dove in to the vibe of that place big time. He went and got drunk and picked up a whore and got lured out into the parking lot where she and her pimp tried to roll him. Thank God the pimp only had a knife. I stood up for Brad and had a nice little showdown in the parking lot when some cops arrived. Thankfully Sir Pimps-a-lot and his bimbo ran off so that made them look like the guilty party. Nothing had actually happened and I don't think Brad really even realized it was a whore so I figured we were safe and we could scamper off to a decent titty bar. That's when Brad started cussing out the cops for ruining his 'date.'
An hour later I was forking over a stack of $20 bills to get his ass out of jail on a public intoxication charge. On the one hand I was angry as hell to have to do it, but on the other glad they didn't decide to add more charges. And I damn near had to bail him out again as he tried to start something with the cops as we left. Dumb fuck. So I drove him to his house, pushed his drunk ass through the door and went the hell home. I was not a happy guy and I was not in the mood for any more of that bullshit bar scene. It was just before 11:00 PM when I got home, much earlier than I expected.
Cathie's car was still on the street but I figured they went out in Angela's so I didn't think to look in the garage. The house was dark and quiet. I stopped in the bathroom and dragged a toothbrush across my teeth, trying to scrape away the taste of beer, then shuffled into the bedroom. I didn't even bother with the light; I just stripped down, dumped my clothes on the hamper, and slipped into bed.
It was a significant surprise to find my wife in bed, and a very nice surprise to find her naked. My evening picked up in a real hurry. She was on her side facing away from me so I spooned up behind and slipped a hand around her front to see if I could start something. Even ugly strippers will get a guy in the mood and the bullshit with Brad faded from of my mind in a hurry. I started kissing her shoulder and I was glad I had stripped down naked so there would be nothing in my way. She clamped her legs shut as I headed south to tickle her clit so I changed directions and went for a handful of her hard little tits.
The surprises kept coming and I found out that it was not my wife I was fondling. I know my wife's topography quite well and the plump, full breast in my hand was not attached to the girl I married. The bed went silent and still. In the dim light from the window I could see beyond the hair I had just started nuzzling, and into the face of someone else. I did a little bit of math real quick.
"I'm going to assume this is Cathie's breast right here, and that Angela is on the other side facing me?"
"Uh, yeah." Came the curt reply, and I could see Angela's head nod a few times.
"OK. Well. This is unexpected."
"You are home awfully early."
"Yeah, actually I am." I had not moved since I made my shocking discovery, though my cock was starting to swell and would soon be poking Cathie in her nethers. The silence grew awkward quickly.
"So...ah...you girls have a good time tonight?" I could see very little detail on Angela's face in the dark. but the turn of her head was her cute little guilty face I knew and loved. Unexpectedly, Cathie spoke up.
"We had a very good time." There was a suggestive tone in her voice that landed hard on my libido and my long john gave a lurch against her backside. My left hand, which had been frozen on her breast, was freed of its paralysis and I began enjoying her plump tit. "What about you guys?"
"Well, Brad got drunk and tried to pick up a hooker, the hooker and her pimp tried to rob him, I nearly got stabbed and Brad got arrested so I bailed him out and took him home and then I came home to find my wife in the afterglow of a clandestine lesbian fuck fest after some naked spooning with her best friend. Same old stuff, you know?"
"Are you serious?" asked Angela.
"If I'm lying then let my cock not be wedged in between Cathie's butt cheeks."
"He's not lying," she added with that same sexy tone. She had relaxed a bit and her hand found its way down between her thighs to tickle the end of my dick. My head was spinning a bit, but I'm not dumb enough to fuck up an opportunity like that.