I swear, I am never drinking again!

When was the last time you had a hangover so bad you swore off drinking? I had one of those yesterday, and oh brother! I'm not literally going to never drink again, but we didn't drink anything yesterday (we barely ate!) and we've agreed to not drink the rest of this week (until Friday night.)

L and R came into town Saturday. It's a bit of an anniversary for them, as you'll remember it was this time last year that L and the wife and I went to the St Patrick's Day events (sans parade) and where R met up with us. That led to him and L fucking all night in our guest room, while I dealt with my "over served" wife. 

L was still with B at the time, but was looking to leave. L uses the same advice with relationships that people use for jobs: never leave your current one until you have another to go to. She and B split up for good soon after that, and she wound up living with us for a few months before moving in with R permanently (so far.) There had been some mild shenanigans between us during that time, but relatively chaste (for us, anyway).

So they came into town Saturday, and we went back to the St Patrick's Day events downtown (sans parade). We hit a couple of the same spots as last year, but didn't stay long and were back home by dinner time. That's when the true drinking got started!

We'd been planning the get together for a couple weeks now, and I can honestly say that, under the circumstances, I absolutely did not expect any shenanigans to occur. But isn't that the way it always happens?

My memory of most of the night is spotty, but I recall clearly what happened when, later in the night, I went upstairs to get more ice for drinks. L followed me up to "help" with getting things, and R and the wife were downstairs watching TV or whatever.

As soon as we got into the kitchen, I turned to L and she aggressively began kissing me. She pulled up her top so I could play with and suck on her tits, then groped me through my pajama pants (we'd all decided to get comfortable for the night.) I pulled my dick out, and L tugged it a few times then bent over and sucked me nice and firmly for a few seconds. We knew we couldn't spend too long away from them, so we put ourselves back together. I told L "I want to fuck you!" She said "I know, and we'll take a day off together soon, but we have to get back downstairs now." So we did, and that was it.

Until the next morning.

I woke up about 7 (really 6, but the time change and all) and wobbled my way into the bathroom wondering how I'd gotten to bed. Coming out, I saw L standing in the doorway to the rec room and said "good morning." She turned to me and looked about as bad as I felt. We laughed about still being drunk, and came to sit at the bar.

She asked if she'd behaved the night before, and I grinned and hesitated before saying "Eh... yea, I guess." I asked her if she remembered going upstairs together, and she said she did. We chuckled about that, and she stood up and moved next to me and raised her shirt again for me. I played with her boobs some more, licking and sucking the nipples while grabbing her ass.

I was sliding my fingers up inside of the boy shorts she was wearing, and she kind of half-heartedly turned away, laughing. She said she and R had sex a bit earlier, and that everything was still juicy. I said I didn't care (which she knows), so she turned back towards me to give me access. Sure enough, her pussy was wet, and I rubbed all along her slit before pulling my fingers out and licking them. By the look on her face, I think she enjoyed seeing that.

I pulled my dick out and stroked it a few times before she took it in her hand. I did a little hip thrust up, and she took the hint and leaned over and gave me a good suck! She stood back up and I continued stroking while she watched. 

After a moment of this (all the while we kept up an inane conversation in case anyone was listening) I reached for her and got my fingers inside of her again. And again I licked them clean, and told her to pull her shorts down and lean over the barstool and I'd lick her clean. I didn't expect her to do it, and she didn't, but she was undeniably tempted.

I was still stroking my cock and asked if she wanted to suck it again. She asked if I was close to coming, and I told her I was not. She kind of shrugged and said "I'll just go upstairs then, haha." A few minutes later the wife stumbled out of the bedroom and we went upstairs while L and R got their things together. None of us were in good shape, but R seemed to be the most coherent. He kept telling all of us that we needed to take a shot and we'd feel better. We didn't take him up on that.

After they left, and the wife decided to go back to sleep for a while, I jacked off while remembering the feel of L's mouth on my cock. When I came, it made my knees weak (though that may have also been because of the hangover.)

"Right now" L says a lot of shit that "later on" L either doesn't remember or changes her mind about, and this is especially true when there's alcohol involved. I don't know what, if anything, will happen the next time the two of us are alone together for a day, but I'm definitely looking forward to that possibility!