0 comments/ 67908 views/ 2 favorites Drunken Encounter By: Gunnerstu It had been a warm evening and the meal was washed down with plenty of wine. Tara was unsure of how she would get home in one piece. It could only be a matter of time before she tripped over a kerb but Steve was always there to hold her up. She felt her breast touch his elbow as she moved closer – that slowed him down and she was sure he had noticed. It wouldn't be the first time she had flirted with her husband in public. Steve insisted on going into one last pub for a drink before getting the last train home – 'I suppose one more won't hurt'. It was packed with people from around the world – drunk and happy. Steve moved to the bar and ordered while Tara eyed the toilets. On her way back she noticed he had 3 drinks and was talking to a young girl at the bar – he always was a charmer – still I'm the one going home with him. She was tall and Tara noticed her short skirt only just covering her modesty. As Tara got closer, she noticed that Steve's drinking hand was perilously close to the girls chest – he was really flirting and it was obvious she fancied him. She brushed past at least 3 men on the way back – not purposely shoving her tits into them – but she had little choice – her large breasts were never going to squeeze into every space – still she was drunk and lost had her usual self consciousness. It was time to play! She knew Steve had seen her and was starting to move back from the girl but instead of joining him she moved behind the girl as close as she could get and leaned on the bar. It didn't take long for the barmen to notice her cleavage and put her straight to the front of the queue. Steve was curious but didn't openly acknowledge her – although their eyes met with a glint no-one else in the room would know they had been married for nearly 3 years. Then Tara un-subtly nudged the tall girl in the back which sent her falling into Steve's drink covering the girl's top with Guinness and getting Steve a quick feel. Tara could see in the bar mirrors that the girl's white top was stained and without a bra her nipples had visibly hardened. The girl hardly noticed Tara and didn't even react to the shove – she was drunk too. Then Tara felt an arm over her and saw the large hand clasping a £20. The guy behind her was getting closer and closer and she could just make out his cock on her pert ass cheek. Her self confidence had gone and she moved to get back to Steve but as she turned the guys other hand traced her stomach just below her breasts and she smiled up at him – it wouldn't normally be her first reaction to flirt with a stranger while Steve was there but he was tall and cute. He noticed her drink and lost his first line – and was obviously quite nervous. She leaned her ear upwards towards his mouth urging him to talk. This had the effect of his hand which was still lurking near her to wrap around her thin tight waist. Steve noticed the flirtation and was mildly irritated at first, he'd only been chatting with the Aussie bird but then his irritation turned to something else – something unexpected. By now the Aussie bird was leaning backwards on the bar and the music had got louder which gave him the excuse to whisper something in her ear. As he moved towards her he found his arm around her lower back and was moved to grab her small ass – but he waited. Tara was in deep conversation by now and the guy was the ideal height to get a decent look down her top which she didn't discourage. She let out a loud laugh and you could tell she fancied him. By now the bloke had his hand around her shoulder and was not shy in slipping a couple of fingers under her loose strap. Steve then made his move on the aussie girl – Tara was facing them and he knew she would see his hand move swiftly down to the girls ass. He squeezed it gently and the aussie girl was visibly turned on. Steve noticed the blokes hand was now over Tara's shoulder and hovering over her left breast – Tara was getting the works and she was fully encouraging him. Steve turned to the aussie girl and got her another drink – when he turned back Tara had disappeared – but the bloke was still there. Anxiously Steve looked out for her – they would really have to go soon if they were to make the train. But in the meantime it wouldn't hurt to flirt a little more with the aussie girl. Tara had re-appeared, and to the delight of the tall bloke she had removed her bra and was visibly excited by it. He noticed the added movement and with it being a white top – the large round nipples were showing under the flashing pub lights. Then she did something very unexpected, she grabbed his hand and pulled it to her breast. This was slightly more than flirting – the Aussie girl noticed and turned around with a smile. She had to leave and I made it clear I wasn't going home to fuck her – but gave her a quick peck on the cheek while getting another feel of her breast. Steve turned to Tara and the guy was getting very excited – he had grabbed her hand and pulled it towards his shorts which were bulging. Steve manoeuvred himself behind Tara at the bar and slowly stroked her ass. With her other hand she lifted the back of her skirt and beckoned for her husband's hand to move into her crack. She'd removed her knickers as well. Steve slid his finger past her ass and onto her very moist clit – at this point she pulled the bloke towards her and started to violently kiss him. His fingers pulled down her strap to reveal her right breast and he fondled it harshly. She then took both hands to his shorts and was rubbing his hard cock frantically. Steve then kissed her neck and the bloke noticed him for the first time. What was going through his mind? Tara then turned and exposed her bare ass to the guy who was obviously ready to pound her at any moment. She moved into Steve removing her other strap and started kissing him passionately. Steve moved down her body and started to circle her breasts with his tongue – Tara knew she was being watched by the majority of the pub and it was getting her more and more turned on. The bloke then entered her from behind –slowly at first and then harder and harder. Steve moved further down her body and started to lick her clit – noting not to get too close to the blokes cock. He had has hands cupping her breasts that were freely swaying with every motion. She suddenly became self-conscious – she had never had another man inside her before – Steve was her first and she really didn't want to carry on like this – the sex was sobering her up and she brought an abrupt halt to the proceedings by falling to the ground – she had fainted – was it the heat, the boiling come of the bloke that he had discharged inside her or the shame of being nearly naked in front of so many strangers. She came around with a start and noticed that the bloke had gone as had most of the pub crowd – it was way past closing and the lone figure that crouched next to her was her husband. She wondered whether she had dreamt of the encounter. Steve helped her up and she noticed that she didn't have any underwear on. Steve waved to the Barman as we left – 'Come again anytime'. Once they'd left the pub they both let out hysterical laughter. This was so out of character for both of them – Tara was a shy virginal character and Steve was normally the jealous type. Had they changed – and would they crave the excitement again? Perhaps this wouldn't be their last adventure….. Drunken Encounter I'm married with two kids, 36 years old, 5'3", brunette, 38-30-36. My friends and I sometimes have a girl's night in where we lay on some food and bring dinks, getting our husbands to pick us up later if we are further than walking distance home. On this occasion we went to my friend Tracy's house. She is 38 and six of us turned up altogether. Her husband and son spent the evening upstairs out of the way and we all had a good laugh and got well drunk. As I lived fairly near, I helped tidy up a bit as the others made their way home or lifts arrived. Tracy's husband came down to help too and the three of us laughed at how drunk the two of us were. Tracy suddenly became all sleepy and Neil took her upstairs while I finished drying the plates, giggling at the sight of Neil trying to push Tracy's heavy frame upstairs. He eventually came back down and said that Tracy had fallen into a deep sleep, snoring her head off. He sat on the sofa with a drink and asked if I wanted one. I'd had more than enough to drink and flopped on the sofa besides him, half falling. I giggled and he laughed, but I became aware of the room slowly spinning as I noticed how drunk I really was. "Oh I do feel drunk," I slurred. "Will you be OK walking on your own, or shall I walk you home" Neil offered. "I don't think I can walk just yet," I slurred yet again as I thought I might recover after a little sit down. Neil put his arm round my shoulder and I sort of fell towards him, but the effects of the drink made me actually like being held close although I knew if I was sober I would have moved away by now. I was dressed all in black, wearing a skirt and long sleeved v-neck top -- with black bra and panties underneath of course - as well as black shoes, and Neil began stroking my right shoulder. Our legs were innocently resting against each other's and my left hand was half on my leg and half on his. I became aware that our faces were very close to each other and I felt a little embarrassed that I would smell of alcohol. Neil was still laughing and joking and I tried to smile although I was losing track of what we were talking about. It went quiet and I remember we smiled at each other and then Neil kissed me. The thought that I shouldn't be doing this never entered my head, I was so drunk, and I found myself kissing back. My hand gripped Neil's thigh and he tightened his grip around my shoulder. "I shouldn't be doing this," I thought to myself, but I swear the drink had made me erotic to a level that I just didn't care. Normally I would have never even let someone else touch me, never mind kiss me passionately. We continued to kiss and it felt lovely, and Neil's left hand started stroking my hips and waist, which sort of encouraged me to put my right hand onto his shoulder. This seemed to bring us even closer together and our kisses seemed to become more intense, occasionally pausing to take a breath. Neil's hand slipped under my skirt and onto my knee and as I gasped he pushed his tongue into my mouth to meet mine. My head was spinning as our tongues met and his hand pushed further up my skirt, tickling my leg as he stroked it. I then became aware that my right breast was being squeezed as we kissed and that I was slowly sliding down towards the seat of the sofa. Neil seemed to be lying across me, his right arm beneath me and around my shoulder as the room ceiling looked as though it was spinning. I remember feeling his hand against my skin on my waist and ribs and remember feeling shocked that my bra was somehow unfastened and his hand slipped underneath it and grabbed at my breasts. But although I knew I should stop I found myself return the harder kisses that Neil was now giving me. At last he stopped and looked down at me, moving his hand away from my breasts and erect nipples. For a second I thought it was all over, and felt relieved, but then felt Neil's hand at the top of my leg. The surprise I felt that my skirt must have been so high up to allow direct access to my bare thigh was nothing to the surprise I felt next as Neil moved his hand up to the side of my hips and onto my knickers and then grabbed them tightly before pulling downwards. I'm sure I tried to say something but the words just wouldn't come out and then Neil kissed me as he gave another pull on my knickers. I was just about to say, "Neil, we cant" as his left hand darted between my legs. I was shocked speechless that another man was feeling my most sensitive parts and then completely dumbstruck when he slid two fingers into me. I remember trying to force my self not to react but couldn't avoid gasping as he found my clitoris and began to stimulate me even more. I was gasping more and more as he continued to stroke me, conscious that we were breathing warm breaths into each other's mouths. Just as I felt I was about to come, Neil moved his hand away and for a second I thought my ordeal was over. But instead Neil gripped my knickers and slid them past my knees. Oh no, I silently cried as I finally realised what my friend's husband wanted to do to me. "Come on honey" he whispered as I refused to bend my knees, but he leant further down and my knickers slid off the end of my right foot. I thought I had a chance of calling a halt as I knew he couldn't really reach my left foot but he didn't even try to get them completely off and moved his hand to his trousers. The unmistakeable sound of a zip being unfastened brought me to say "oh no Neil, we cant," but he just kissed me as he shuffled around obviously pushing his trousers and underpants down. He lifted my skirt and I closed my eyes almost in shamed embarrassment, as I knew he'd be looking at where my knickers should be. I felt the bareness of his thighs as first his left then his right leg pushed between my legs, while his hands lifted my jumper upwards exposing my breasts. "God I've wanted to fuck you since I first set eyes on you" he heavily breathed. "Oh," I whimpered not knowing what to say. "You can't imagine how often I've wanted to feel these gorgeous tits of yours, they're fantastic," he said. Before I could think of anything to say he was kissing me again his knees pushing my thighs further apart. I started to come to my senses, what if my friend came down or heard us I thought, we cant do this. But it was too late as I felt his cock starting to enter me. I gasped as he supported himself on his left elbow and began fondling my left breast with his right hand. Moaning gently as I felt his cock move further and further into me. Even in my drunken state I could sense that his cock was thicker and longer than my husbands even though he wasn't much different in physique, as he began to thrust into me faster and harder and grip my breast tighter. I couldn't help moan out loud to some of his thrusts and the more I tried to suppress any noise the louder I seemed to become. "Oh yes, fuck me darling," Neil uttered as he kept up his rhythm. I felt shameful as I realised I was thrusting back against him and we were truly having sex. Unusually, I could sense that I was about to come, and fought against losing control. He let go of my breast and pulled my leg upwards, and I almost automatically raised my right leg too to wrap my legs around him. "Oh yes darling, I haven't had it like this for years," he grunted as I pushed into me even harder. My intentions to object to the force were overruled by the arrival of my orgasm as his cock had an effect on me that I hadn't experienced before. The only thing I could think of was that I hope his wife and son couldn't hear me, and he asked "is that good honey, do you like me fucking you?" I tried not to answer but he added, "Do you like it darling?" to which I gasped "yes, oh yes." With that he let out a strange growl as I realised he too was coming. We lay motionless for a while, both probably hoping that we hadn't been heard, and then he said, "that was fantastic, you're a great fuck you are." I suddenly felt as though I wasn't drunk anymore as the seriousness of what we had just done began to sink in. "Did you enjoy that darling?" he asked. I wanted to say no but couldn't bring myself to say anything and meekly nodded in almost guilty admission, as I realised I had enjoyed it. He kissed me and fondled both my breasts and said "I want you naked." "No, we cant," I replied. "I want you again darling, that was brilliant sex, we can't leave it as a one off," he added. Even though I didn't feel drunk, my mind was still spinning, "we can't do it again its too risky," I spoke the first excuse that came into my head. "I don't want this to be a one-off darling, I need to have you again unless you want to promise you'll do it again another time, I'm going hard again already." That last statement jolted me into wanting to get out of there. Now that I was thinking a little straighter than before there was no way I wanted anyone to see or hear us. "I've got to get back Neil" I tried reasoning. "Don't go yet, we can do it again, naked" he replied. "Its really late," I said in an effort to be as obstructive as possible. "Tell me we'll do it again another time then" he added, as though conceding to my argument. "I don't know" I honestly replied. "It's got to be now then," he said, beginning to slowly rock back and forth on top of me. "No, ok, another time," I reluctantly said, shocking myself that I'd agreed to it. "You promise?" he eagerly asked. I thought for a while, if I refused to promise I knew he would force the issue there and then, if I promised then it bought me some time to try to find a way of backing out of my promise. "Ok" I quietly replied. As though he'd just been offered a new job he eagerly replied "you wont regret it, no-one will ever know, and we can have some great sessions, your place, my place, in the countryside, its going to be great" he said. Inside I thought, hey hang on a minute, but decided not to take this conversation any further. We got up, got dressed and he walked me the short distance home in almost complete silence, exchanging a pleasant "good night" as we parted. Oh my god, what do I do now?