The following story took place last month after a local Oktoberfest party. I changed the names (obviously) but everything else is to best of my hazy memory….
“You look so hot right now. I want to kiss you.” She said licking her lips and giving me a drunken, sensual stare.
I was taken aback. We’d played around in the bedroom before but it had been a long time since anything had happened and I felt like this was coming out of the blue. Not that it was unwelcome attention. Just unexpected.
“I’d like that.” I said. Giving her a flirty smile.
“Meet me in our bedroom in a little while.” She said.
“Okay.” I replied.
Part of me was excited. Part of me was unsure. And the other third of me was so fucking wet I could barely contain my excitement.
I need to call Ethan, I thought.
Ethan was my husband. And he was at home with the kids while I was at an Oktoberfest “after-party”.
We’d all been at the local community hall with some friends drinking beer in our lederhosen and dirndls for the last few hours. Ethan had gone home to relieve the babysitter, telling me, “Stay. You never get to go out. You stay and have fun. I’ll go home.”
At first I protested.
“You sure?” I’d asked, thinking that I was ready to go home anyways.
As an introverted booknerd mom of two I’d rarely partied. Especially not these days. But honestly? A part of me was thrilled to get to stay longer to dance and hang out with my friends.
Since having my second baby a year earlier I hadn’t really felt like myself. I wasn’t super confident in my body some days. And I’d barely gotten to spend some quality time with anyone in my life – especially my friends.
So I stayed.
And then, when the community hall party started winding down, Joey and Asha invited us back to their newly renovated garage for some more libations. I decided to tag along. Why not?
As we all stumbled into the street for the quick 5 minute walk home I realized that I was drunk. Very drunk. Drunker than I thought I was.
When we got to the garage we all grabbed another beer, and Joey put on some music. Lizzo started playing and the 2 other girls and I started dancing as if we were still in our 20s hitting the club. Grinding, shaking our hips, touching our bodies.
The music kept flowing. The beer kept easily finding its way into my hands. I was having an amazing time. It felt so nice to be out of my usual yoga pants and t-shirt, with my friends, enjoying myself without having to worry about what my kids were doing. I felt free.
About an hour or so of dancing and drinking later was when Asha approached me by the beer fridge, gave me a sexy stare and whispered how she wanted to kiss me.
The other couple – some friends from the neighborhood – were still there and we both agreed that as soon as they left, we’d have a little fun.
I tried to text Ethan. I felt like I needed to tell him, basically ask his permission to do this because – like I’d said – Asha and I had fooled around before but Ethan had always been there, or at least known about it. I didn’t want to feel sneaky. And honestly? I hoped he could join us.
He didn’t answer. I waited, but after 15 minutes it was obvious he was asleep.
I took a deep breath. Should I stay? Should I go home?
It was already after 1am and I should get home. But it had been so long since I’d been able to act on my lesbian cravings. I decided to stay.
I could feel the blood flowing toward my vagina. I could feel myself getting wet. My heart was starting to quicken. My stomach was full of butterflies as if I was a 15 year old girl about to have her virginity fucked out of her.
I walked into the bedroom.
Asha was standing by the bed.
“Come here.” She said.
I obeyed.
She started taking the chain off of my dress and unzipping the zipper. We kissed.
“You’re such a good kisser.” She whispered.
I kissed her harder.
Our hands were all over the place. I felt her tits. She felt my ass. I pushed her down on the bed and lifted up the skirt of her dress. Pulling her lacy underwear down, I gently placed my hand on her vagina.
She moaned. I rubbed her and could feel that she was already wet. I lowered myself down onto her and began licking her clit. She moaned and her back arched as I slowly picked up my pace and made sure to taste every inch of her.
That’s when Joey walked in.
“Well this is a wonderful surprise.” He said.
We both laughed as he got on the bed. He began playing with me, rubbing my clit, fingering me as I kept pleasuring his wife.
“I want you to ride my face.” I said.
“Okay…” She whispered with a giggle.
I lay down on the bed as she got on top of me. She started grinding into my mouth as I licked her again, and again, and again.
Joey kissed her and played with her tits.
“I’m gonna cum!” She said.
“Cum” I moaned as she pressed harder into my mouth.
She tried not to make too much noise as she came on me, shaking, moaning, gasping for air.
She slowly rolled off of me. “Your turn.” She smiled.
She pushed me back into the bed as she began fingering me and playing with my clit. It was so fucking hot. But honestly? I craved making her cum again. I wanted to see if I could do it. So I pushed her off me and told her that tonight was all about her. Then I went down on her again. Making her cum one more time.
After her second orgasm I said, “I should go home. It’s so late!”
I fumbled to get dressed. Saying I needed to grab my purse from the garage since it had my keys in it.
Asha told me she’d come out with me to find it.
When we walked into the garage I couldn’t help myself. I pushed her up against the wall and started kissing her again.
“Fuck your tits are amazing!” I said as I kissed and licked them all over.
I ran my hand down her torso as we kissed and found her clit again. She was still so wet from before.
“I need to taste you again” I mumbled.
With one hand still on her tit, rubbing her nipple, I went down on her again. Licking her, relishing in her moans.
After a couple minutes I came up for air.
“We need to do this again.” She said.
I smiled. “We do.”
We kissed one last time before I grabbed my purse and left.
All the way home I couldn’t stop thinking about how hot that was. I was so excited – and a little nervous – to tell Ethan. What would he think? How would he react?
Little did I know that I would tell him what happened and we’d end up having the best sex we’d had in weeks. It felt sexy, passionate, hot.
“I’m so glad I stayed and went to the afterparty” I gave him a sly smile as I wiped his cum from my stomach.
“Me too.” He said.
I can’t wait for Oktoberfest to come around again. Until then, I’ll just have to pleasure myself to the memories.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dt9u3a/oktoberfest_party_gone_wildan_unplanned_threesome
Sounds like a great night, would Ethan be down to play as a group? Maybe no need to wait for the next one.
So hot. Extremely well written.