A friend of mine some years ago told me that she loved drunk sex. We’re not talking about the odd glass; we’re talking about proper intoxicated stagger home type of drunk. When she went out with the girls and her partner was staying at home, she would expect him to fuck her when she came in (whatever state she was in), and she gave him explicit consent to do so before she left.
There is a specific fetish for drunk sex. It isn’t the licence to go and pick up drunk people and rape them. It is for known and trusted people to agree in advance of getting drunk. I had wanted to try it for ages, but I rarely get drunk.
Well, I remembered this fetish when Victoria and I were planning to go out and get pissed, and we discussed it at length. We both ended up telling my husband we wanted him to fuck us when we returned home no matter what state we were in, and we very explicitly and precisely gave him consent to do so. If we said no at the time, then he should respect that (and he would anyway), but if we encouraged him or even if we didn’t object, then he was to go ahead and fuck us however he pleased.
My husband was a little hesitant, but he had to concede that if we wanted some drunk sex, there was no other way to give our consent, and given how categorical we both were, he agreed to give it a go. To be honest, I see it as only a step on from sleepy sex. We all have sleepy sex regularly, and we’ve given blanket consent for that beforehand. This is just a little more controversial, a little more taboo.
Well, I was so drunk that night I didn’t know how we got into the right car, how we put on our dresses properly, or even how we were able to stand. (Turns out Vicki didn’t remember either).
The first I knew after sitting naked at the table in the bar with a glass in my hand and my other hand smelling of cunt was emerging from my slumber. My head was being torn apart by a searing pain; it is at times like this that I remember why I don’t get drunk very often. I started opening my eyes, but it was so bright out there. I closed them again and tried to focus on what I could feel.
I was face down on a bed and my ass was filled with something. It was comfortable and very filling, so I am guessing one of our butt plugs. I put a hand back down to my asshole and felt the plug and I think I knew the one it was. I felt around it and I was a sticky mess. I scooped up a little of the stickiness and brought it to my nose to smell. It was a mix of lube and cum. Clearly, I’d been ass fucked as well as plugged.
My mouth was a little dry, but it tasted of Vicki’s cunt. That must have been after we left the bar, as I had rinsed my mouth out with plenty of cocktails after I licked her in the pub toilet, and I don’t think I licked her later at the pub. Fingers yes, tongue no. I smiled and sucked the stickiness off my fingers.
My mouth may have been dry, but the bed under me was wet. Very wet and cold. I couldn’t tell if I’d pissed the bed or squirted, but at least I could feel I was lying on towels.
I put my hand down to my cunt and scooped up stickiness from there. That smelled of my cunt juices and his cum. Good, he fucked my cunt too. I hoped he had enough for Vicki too. As I sucked on my fingers again, I wondered how Vicki was. My mouth was still dry, but now tasted of Vicki’s cunt, my ass, my cunt, and his cum. Yummy!
I tried to open my eyes again, and as they adjusted to the bright light, I could see we were in her bedroom with a naked Victoria face down on her bed next to me. I checked the stickiness from her asshole, and I gently moved her to scoop up her cunt stickiness to check and she had indeed been both cunt and ass fucked, and she had a butt plug in too. He had certainly been thorough, and I was content that we had clearly been suitably fuckable, even though we were so drunk.
I must have drifted off again, in amongst the head pain, as I next started to arouse as I left someone messing with my butt plug. They roughly removed it and shortly after inserted a different one (I could tell from how it felt that it was a different one). They fucked my asshole with the butt plug for a couple of minutes, before pushing it home and leaving us alone again.
At some point later, I had emerged from my groggy slumber and was looking longingly at Vicki, who by this time I loved enormously. My head was still trying to explode, and I still didn’t have enough energy to move out of this damp patch, which was pretty widespread. As I gazed adoringly, Vicki fluttered her eyelids as she started to come around, and she saw my contented face lovingly looking back at her. She smiled, and looked lovingly at me, before asking whether I knew how he’d fucked us. I told her what I knew, and she had a big smile. She said her mouth tasted of my cunt, so she’d clearly licked me out too, and she was in a damp patch on towels as well.
My husband must have heard us, because he came into the room, and he looked more than a little happy with his efforts. He asked how we were, and we both explained about our searing heads. He didn’t have much sympathy (and neither would I if I had been in his shoes).
I asked him what he’d done to us after he got home, but he said I’d have to read his fuck diary to find out, and he said I could use his fuck diary to write a blog post. He said we both did well though, considering just how drunk we were. That was infuriating, but the tease of being fucked and not knowing the detail is a part of the fetish, and the intrigue does add to it. We’ll find out soon enough.
He told us that it was afternoon already and he had to go back to work in a couple of hours, and he was going to ass fuck us both before he went. It felt good with him being a bit commanding. I told him my asshole is available whenever he wanted, and he stroked my hair and said he knew. Vicki reiterated that hers was too, for both of us, and I stroked her hair as she said it.
I really don’t know why I enjoyed it. I felt happy as soon as I came round, happy with that satisfied feeling. I will be interested to read what he did to us, but I know it was good and I know we’ll do it again at some point.