“No,” Brad said, interrupting her. “No, of course not. Excluding Harry isn’t right.” He addressed me directly. “I’m sorry, Brother. I really wasn’t thinking straight.”
“None of us were,” Helen said. “We were just trying to make Brad feel better. I’m sorry, Babe. I should have–”
“No,” I said, nodding. “It’s okay.” I took a deep breath, and pushed my anger out with the air. “I understand.”
Brad grinned his shit eating grin again. “Of course you should watch while I fuck the shit out of your wife, Harry.” His smile got even bigger. He looked almost giddy with excitement. “I mean it’s only fair, right?”
I chuckled, and said, “Right… and now you’re being an asshole, but I respect that. I mean after I made your wife cum so hard that she squirted like a fucking garden hose I’d expect nothing less.”
“Harry!” Helen cried out, exasperated.
Janet shrieked, covering her mouth with both hands, her eyes wide in horror.
Brad laughed loudly and shook his head. “You fucking asshole,” he said. “Just for that I am going to fuck Helen extra hard in the ass. How’s that sound?”
“Can’t wait to see the show, Brother. I’ll hold her down for you.”
He nodded and we both snickered, amused at our banter.
Helen and Janet finally caught on that all was well between us.
Janet let out a relieved breath, and shook her head. She said, “You guys are such fucking dicks to each other,”
Helen nodded at her. “I know, right?” Helen frowned playfully at me, shaking her head. “So, I guess I’m getting cornholed now. Thank you for that, Harry.”
“Won’t be the first time. Oh, on that note,” I said, “Let me do Brad a solid.” I walked to the liquor cabinet and pulled out a pint bottle of Peppermint Schnaaps. Slapping it down on the table, I said, “Here, Helen. Pop that cap and guzzle that baby down.”
Helen snickered, shaking her head, but snatched the bottle off the table. “If I’m taking one in the ass for the team…” She smirked and shrugged. “I might as well try and enjoy it.” She cracked open the bottle, lifted it to her lips and tilted it high, gulping mouthful after mouthful.
“Damn,” Brad said, obviously alarmed at seeing Helen downing liquor so quickly. “Maybe you should take that a little slower.”
“Let her go,” I said. “She’s fine. And I think you two are about to see… a different Helen.”
Janet scoffed. “We’ve seen Helen drunk before, Harry. It’s not a big deal.”
I laughed at that. Helen drained the last of the bottle, put it on the kitchen table and swayed, wiping her mouth off with the back of her wrist.
“Be a good hubby and grab me that last bottle, Harry.”
I nodded and snatched it out of the cabinet.
“You’re not going to guzzle another one?” Brad said.
Helen giggled. “Maybe. What’s it to ya?” She took the bottle out of my hand, her drooping eyelids opening wide, as if noticing me there for the first time.
She smiled her movie star smile at me, looking giddy with excitement. “I love you, Baby.”
I nodded and smiled. “I love you, too, Helen.”
Helen laughed and staggered forward, her silky soft naked body nearly falling into my arms. We pressed our naked bodies close.
Clutching at, playing with and squeezing the muscles on my chest, she fumbled with the bottle still held in her hands.
Then Helen looked up from my chest and planted a long soft, sweet kiss on me. Her peppermint Schnaaps flavored tongue dominated the wrestling match with mine.
As we broke away from our kiss, she laid her head on my shoulder, and hugged me tight with both arms. She squeezed her large, soft tits against my chest and the cold glass bottle, dangling precariously in her hands behind my back, kept bumping against my ass cheeks as she hugged me tight.
She whispered in a low-pitched growl. “I love you so much.”
She giggled
Lovable Helen was nice, I really liked it, but I started to worry that Helen-the-drunken-whore might not show up.
Still whispering, she lifted her head and gazed very intensely, and a bit unsteadily due to the alcohol, into my eyes. “I’m going to go fuck your best friend now,,” Helen said, letting out an excited giggle, and then she resumed her intense stare. “Now, you listen, Baby…” She nodded, her eyes unfocusing and then focusing deeply and intensely into mine. “When he is fucking my ass…” She fumbled around and put her whole hand on my soft cock and balls, looking pleased she had found them without having to look. She squeezed my junk and licked her lips. “I want you… to put this cock… when it’s hard again…” She giggled, fluttered her eyebrows and nodded. “… right in my fucking pussy at the same time. I want two cocks at once, Baby. Just like in that van. I want to feel that again. I fucking LOVED that.”
There she was. Helen-the-drunken-whore had finally arrived.
“You got that, Baby?” she asked, still whispering.
I nodded, smiling. “I got it.”
“You sure? It’s very… very important… that you jooo that… I mean, DO that… for me… with two cocks, I mean… Not one. Two cocks.” She had lifted her hand and showed me two fingers, just to make certain I knew she wanted two cocks.
Her tone changed, as she whined, pleading. “Will you do that for me again, Harry? Please, Baby?”
“I will, while Brad’s fucking you in the ass, I’ll fuck your pussy with my–”
“Shhh!” She interrupted, quickly bringing a finger to her lips. “Shhhh!” she said again, as if this was some dirty secret between us. She whispered, “You have to be quiet about that!”
She glanced suspiciously back at Brad, who had obviously heard everything and was smiling in amusement.
Helen ignored him and turned her attention back to me. She smiled, nodded and winked at me. “You got it… but… but don’t talk about that now. Jush make sure… JUST… make sure you jooo it…” She blinked. “Dooo it,” she said, correcting her slur.
I nodded, smiling.
Helen nodded again, winked and smiled, pushing off of me. She swayed as she twisted the cap off her new bottle of Schnaaps.
She took a good sized swig and swallowed. Beckoning with a wave of her hand at Brad and Janet, she said, “Lesh go… I mean… LET’S… go… get going.” She giggled, turned and staggered toward the living room.
I looked excitedly back at Brad and Janet as we all followed Helen into the living room.
Smiling, I said, “Here we go, guys. Are you two in for a fucking treat. Oh, my God this is going to be great.”
Janet sneered at me. “What are you talking about, Harry? She’s just drunk, I’ve seen Helen drunk a thousand time–”
Just then, Helen’s loud drunken voice yelled over Janet’s, cutting her off. “Oh shit! Hey, guys! Look what I found!”
We all looked at Helen, who was placing her Schnaaps on the coffee table and pointing at the ceramic ashtray, still holding a big puddle of Brad’s cum.
Helen swayed and staggered over to it, smiling, and picked up the ashtray off its stand with two hands.
“Be careful, Helen. Don’t drop that. You’ll hate yourself in the–”
“I won’t fucking drop it!” She swayed again, and had to correct herself with a stumble, nearly dropping the ashtray.
We all gasped.
“Oops!” Helen laughed like it was hilarious. Then she shook her head and said. “That was toooo close. Almost fucking dropped it.” She laughed at that again, and then shrugged, looking seriously down at the puddle of cum in the ashtray. “S okay! S okay! Jidn’t shpill… a fucking drop.”
Helen lifted the ashtray up, tilting it above her face, and carefully poured the puddle out of the ashtray and right into her wide open mouth.
Her cheeks bulged out, as she lowered the ashtray, but she swallowed the contents of her mouth in one big gulp.
Janet gasped, covering her own mouth with both hands.
I chuckled, looked over at her and said, “Come on, Janet. You’ve seen Helen drunk a thousand times.”
Helen let out a gasp of “Aaah,” as if her thirst had just been quenched by the cum. She smacked her lips and said, “Interesting flavor, Brad. Have you been eating a lot of pork lately?” She proceeded to lick the ashtray clean.
“Oh my God,” Janet said. “Are you fucking kidding me, Helen?” Janet wasn’t upset. She was amazed, smiling in awe at witnessing Helen-the-drunken-whore’s behavior first hand.
Helen looked up from her cum cleaning chore, and said, “What? I didn’t want to any… to shpill any… on the rug.” She went right back to licking the ashtray clean.
Janet and Brad both laughed.
Janet said, “You used to tell me alcohol made you less inhibited sexually, but shit. That’s ridiculous.”
Helen shrugged. She put the ashtray back on its stand. It looked fresh from the dishwasher, not even a smudge of cum left on it. “Are we fucking your shexy… I mean, SEXY husband… or what?”
“Hold up,” I said. “Let me turn on the camera.”
Janet and Brad just stood there, as Helen tossed the rest of our couch cushions onto the living room floor.
She picked up her Schnaaps bottle and took a pull from it. Pointing down at the line of cushions, swaying and looking over at Brad, she said, “You… shit…” She giggled. “I mean, shit here… there, what the fuck. Jush lay down. Don’ t shit.” She laughed again.
Turning to look at the camera, she said, “Is that on now, Honey?”
“Yes, Helen,” I said, giving her a thumbs up. “All ready for action.”
Helen smiled, put her bottle on the coffee table and stumbled over the cushions to the camera.
Brad sat down on the cushions behind her.
Helen looked into the camera and nodded, smiling into it. She pointed at the camera and said, “You! Whoever you are… who is watching this… whoever… doesn’t matter. You are about to see some fucked up shit.” Helen giggled and looked around, seeing Brad laying on the cushions. She pointed at him, turned back to the camera and smiled her movie star smile.
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