He too was wasted.I sighed as I helped him stagger into bed; and sighed again a fewhours later when I awoke to hear him retching into the toilet bowl....e didn't have any hair to hold back, but I got up to comfort himanyway.A drunk man vomiting is a pretty pathetic sight by and large, and myhusband was no exception. I was glad it was still a week to thewedding. I had actually pushed for a few weeks grace between thebachelor and bachelorette parties and the wedding in case Marty hadto do something. Realising that the plugs wouldn’t get me over the line I switched to the vibrator and worked through the levels of intensity. Edging for this long had driven my body to the point of climax but denied me and held me there for so long clouding my mind in the best possible way. My fan relented and gave me permission to finish myself and I had to take this as far as I could and so I rolled over onto my shoulders, legs over my head, with the vibe fucking in and out of my hole the entire length while. "Wait, can I—Aaron, I need to—" There was another long pause before Sarah sighed. Ben spoke tentatively. "Sarah, I hope I didn't—" He was interrupted by the sounds of lips smacking. Ben wasn't sure what was going on. He had thought she was alone, but her husband was obviously there. Ben immediately felt a little guilty being so bold with the sex talk over the phone while she was at home with her husband. Sometimes his libido overshadowed his boundaries. His first impulse was to hang up, but he. He the predator.Seeing Him thus made her body sing with pleasure, His words to her moments before ringing in her slut's ears. Unrobing quickly she climbs onto the bed, feeling His gaze roam her flesh, melodic tunes soothing her raw nerves.Laying on her back, drawing her knees to her chest, her hips lifting slightly off the bed, she places the oiled toy to her tight hole. feeling it quiver as she teases around the rim. It was no longer a lifeless toy, it was now His hard cock. pressing against.