Intoxicated Midnight High-Rise Indulgence

I woke up sweating in my Jubilee Hills apartment. My heart was pounding faster than it should've been, considering I was fast asleep. This was the second night in a row, and she came to my dreams both times. We were on the verge of having what I can only describe as an intense, drunk, and highly regrettable encounter. Regrettable only because it crossed the ultimate line. A line drawn strictly because she was my best friend's wife.

Over the years, I got to know her as a close friend and as my buddy's wife. We went out together to the microbreweries in town, we drank together, basically hung out and made merry with the rest of our gang. I was always inclined to believe that she reserved something special for me—something she didn't harbour for the rest of the group. What it was, I just couldn't put my finger on.

One thing I did figure out, though, was that whenever she posed for pictures, she always managed to create the perfect orifice with her pouty lips, and on closer inspection, I could always see her tongue and the wetness of her mouth. For some reason, I associated that with a hypersecretion of saliva, and in my head, I lustfully thought how unbelievably good it would feel to have that wet orifice wrapped tightly around my cock.

I always imagined what it would be like to kiss those lips and fence that tongue with mine. The wetness of her mouth, the taste of that hastened breathing as our bodies got excited from all the inappropriate touching, fondling, and squeezing. Just the very thought of how wrong it was, was enough to get my dick in a solid semi-erect position.

All of this was just in my head, I kept saying to myself, and that it could never get out to anybody—especially not her husband, and most importantly, her. But I would be lying to myself if I didn't let my hands linger a bit longer than the regular, casual hug would let me. Just a second more to get that intoxicating whiff of her jasmine perfume, to pull her closer, to feel her warm cheek rub against mine, and to feel the soft weight of her breasts compress against my chest.

I would've stopped it if I felt any restraint or hesitation from her, but more often than not, she would lean in for it just as though it was completely normal. But it wasn't. Mainly because she didn't share the same deep intimacy of a hug with the others in our circle that she did with me. No one noticed, and if anyone did, they would've passed it off as nothing more than just the fondness we had come to develop for each other through the years of hanging out in Hyderabad.

She had met my girlfriends from the past, and she knew my nature and my modern take on dating. It was far more casual than any of the others in the group, and she knew I liked to have a good time, and maybe also that I liked to show someone a genuinely good time. I'm not obnoxious, but I don't restrain myself from expressing my opinions when it comes to views about women, sex, relationships, lust, or even unconventional sexual practices such as anal foreplay and the real deal. So she knew exactly what I was like, because I made absolutely no attempt to conceal my raw nature from her.

The hugs continued, and occasionally, so did the lingering period.

This one night, we met for a casual hangout at a friend's villa, the whole bunch of us. She didn't happen to be wearing a bra, probably because she was planning to go to sleep right after. The chilly night air from the AC had rendered her nipples stiff, which she tried to cover by crossing her arms over her chest. But when I met her and leaned in for our usual greeting hug, I barely had to pull her to me. In fact, it was more like she pushed herself onto me, and boy could I feel those hard tips through her thin cotton shirt.

When she drew back from the hug, she had the sheepiest, most knowing smile on her face, like she knew she had done something deliberate to throw me off guard. And off guard I was, for that heavy feeling instantly transcended into a throbbing semi-hard-on that she knew of only too well.

Now I knew that something was definitely amok, and that night, for the very first time, I masturbated in my bathroom with her explicitly in mind. The next time I saw her, I couldn't see her in a light befitting a best friend's respectable wife. I kept going back to that night and everything dirty I thought of her.

We went out drinking a few weeks later. The whole group hit a crowded pub in Jubilee Hills. And she looked exceptionally ravishing. Her tight blue dress arrived just shy of her knees. This occasionally allowed me to have a sneak peek of her lacy panties whenever she attempted to sit on the high bar stools or unfold her legs when she reached out for her cocktail. How utterly perverted was I, making the absolute best of these stolen peeks to make a collage in my head of what her sex looked like. I restrained myself by walking across the crowded lounge to the bar opposite just to gather my messy thoughts. The heavy alcohol didn't help, only acting as a promoter for such lust to prevail so strongly in my veins.

When the time came, the bouncers ushered us out of the pub, and we were stranded on the busy street until her husband brought his SUV around with the hired acting driver. After convincing him to let the sober driver take the wheel, he took the back seat with his wife, and who better to warm the next seat but me. We had a rather long drive home towards Gachibowli, and the alcohol had taken its heavy toll on everyone. Her husband was soon nodding off to an inebriated slumber, the kind that only made you feel worse once you woke up.

She held his hand while he slept as we drove along the empty flyovers. She and I were having a great time, giggling quietly in the dark like a bunch of drunk teenagers. She kept placing her hand flat on my chest as she laughed, as though to push me away, but sometimes grabbed my shirt lapel and pulled me closer into the shadows. I could smell the expensive gin off her breath and I'm sure she could smell my whiskey too, and we both knew that nothing that was to happen would be made with a clean, clear, or practical backing.

"Can I give you a compliment?" I whispered into the dark cabin.

She nodded, her eyes gleaming, and I drew my lips close to her ear and exhaled, "I think you looked really sexy tonight. Especially with those legs of yours."

I couldn't believe what I was saying. This crossed every boundary. She giggled softly and whispered back, "Is that all that appeals to you?"

"How about the way your lips glisten in the passing streetlights? And how incredibly good I can only imagine they taste?"

She smiled an evil, wicked smile as she railed her lips with her wet tongue. She drew close to me, close enough for me to assume that this would finally seal the deal. Instead, she took her index finger and ever so slowly placed it deep into her mouth and twirled her tongue around it, completely dousing it in her warm saliva. What felt like an eternity later, she removed her slick finger and slipped it right past my lips and into my mouth. I could taste the thick, intoxicating slime on her finger, and I could feel the blood rushing furiously to my groin as my dick grew instantly to what I would call full mast against my trousers.

The hired driver suddenly interrupted the heated silence in the SUV as we had arrived at their luxury high-rise. The rest of the gang had yet to come and probably would take at least 15 minutes, considering how difficult it is to hail cabs on a bustling Saturday night in the city.

God, I couldn't stand not having my hands all over her body and my tongue shoved down her throat. We boarded the elevator as her husband leaned heavily into one corner just to maintain his balance. Fifteen storeys we had to ascend. As the numbers ticked up, she slowly backed up onto my crotch and subtly gyrated her bum on my already rock-hard cock, hidden from her husband's drooping view. I grabbed her waist tightly and thrusted my pelvis into her soft curves. She gasped quietly while we ground against each other in the bright elevator. I needed to inhale her drunk breath. I was getting off so hard on how wrong yet how thrillingly risqué this was.

We hurried out of the elevator as she fished her house keys out of her clutch. We entered the sprawling apartment as she grabbed her husband's hand and expertly guided him to the master bedroom, where she dumped him on the bed and left him to his deep slumber.

She closed the door to the bedroom on her way out, leaned back heavily against the wood, and gave me the stare that snapped me entirely away from any remaining shred of morality.

"How long do you think the others will take?" I asked, my voice hoarse.

"At least a good 20 minutes, I guess," she replied, her chest heaving.

I walked over to her until I was just inches away from her body and put my arms firmly around her waist. I could feel the intense heat emanating out of her.

"You know how wrong this is, right?" I said, breathing her in.

"I'm too drunk and horny to care right now. And besides, no one else will know. We take this to our graves! Now, about how good my lips taste—"

Before she could even finish that sentence, I pushed my face into hers and kissed her hard. A second later, I could feel her tongue separating my lips and greedily probing my mouth. Our tongues swirled in desperate harmony as our spit provided lubrication for them to continue their dance, which became more furious and messy with every passing second. My hands became extremely fidgety and moved frantically all over her back as one held the back of her head in place to facilitate the growing heat that was emanating from all the friction our lips and tongues were creating. It was not intimate, gentle, or suave. It was an animalistic, primal pleasure that was fuelling every dirty thrust my pelvis threw at her and every frantic joust her tongue threw at me.

My groping hand found her well-rounded bottom as it grabbed her cheeks aggressively through the fabric. She lifted her left leg as I ran my hand up her calves, up her thighs, dragging her blue dress up with it until there was only her thin panties between my palm and her bare ass cheeks.

"Get rid of them!" was what she managed to muster as she pulled away from my mouth, gasping loudly for breath from the nonstop, aggressive snogging.

I grabbed the elastic lining of her thong and pulled with a might that proved way too much for the thin lace fabric it was made of. The sound of her panties ripping with every pull just fuelled her incredibly horny state of mind as her breathing became heavier, sending hot waves of her drunk breath into my mouth. After successfully disrobing her supple ass, I cast her torn panties into the surrounding darkness of the living room in a trajectory completely unknown to either of us. We didn't care at all. We just needed our fix of fucking right then and there.

"Let's go to the guest bedroom," she said breathlessly as she grabbed my hand and quickly led the way. She threw the door open.

She grabbed me by the lapel of my shirt and pushed me hard as I stumbled onto the bed on my back. She then took the thin straps of her dress and pushed them over her shoulders, and with one swift, ballet-like wriggle, brought her dress down to her ankles. The small crack in the heavy curtains allowed the moonlight and the distant streetlights of Gachibowli to illuminate enough of her glorious, bouncing breasts for my mind to go into a complete lustful frenzy. God, how could I have been separated from this sexy minx for so long!

Her nakedness just made me realize that I had all my clothes on. I quickly got rid of my pants, getting incredibly annoyed as they caught onto my shoes and took an additional 3 seconds to kick off, sending them in a trajectory again unknown to our lust-laden minds.

She climbed on top of me as our members met for the very first time, creating our first messy concoction of precum, both hers and mine. She smeared her wet juices on my thick cock as she ground her hips down. It was almost too much for me to comprehend, and I was dangerously on the brink of an orgasm. I couldn't end our illicit session on such a poor, quick note; it would prove disastrous for our drunken minds to get around.

I grabbed her waist, tossed her off me and onto her back, and spread her legs wide. Expecting me to penetrate her dripping pussy and give her a fucking to remember, I then said, "Remember when I said I couldn't imagine how good your lips taste?"

"Aha!!" she said, clearly perplexed by this unbecoming conversation while naked.

"Well, I wasn't talking about the ones I just kissed!"

Before she could even contemplate what it meant or what dirty act I was going to do next, I dived in between her spread legs and started licking her warm, swollen clit. It tasted so salty, pungent, and viscous as I lapped it up greedily like a thirsty predator finally receiving his bloody prey.

"What are you doing?!?" she yelped loudly as her legs immediately closed in to resist any more defiling of her leaking, sensitive pussy.

"I never let anybody go down on me!" she said further in a panic as her squeezing legs broke the contact between my mouth and its new prize.

I grabbed her legs with both my hands and forcefully separated them again as I renewed my subscription to her previously uneaten meat.

I lashed out and reached in to my tongue's maximum reach, taking in all her different tastes and intoxicating smells, relishing her nasty, soaking wet pussy as it oozed out more of those juices which I happily and loudly lapped up.

"Oh my God, stop it! Stop it now!! Ah, fuck, I'm cumming! I'm cumming baby! I'm going to fart!" she yelled, losing all control. I'm sure her husband could hear her pleasurable moans in the master bedroom if he was in even half a state of cognition.

Her desperate attempt to disconnect my lips from hers was entirely futile as I kept digging my tongue in. Her mind exploded with a massive orgasm, the sheer might of which was felt as her lower body squirmed wildly and contracted, her strong thighs almost squashing my head like a watermelon with too many rubber bands wrapped around it. She involuntarily let out the air stuck in her pussy as she sent out one fart after the other, as the heavy-set, salty air entered my mouth.

"What are you doing to me!! I almost blacked out!!" she said as she gasped wildly for air, her sweaty stomach shining like gold in the moonlight.

I raised my head with the most sheepish, satisfied smile I could imagine I had and said, "You tell me, you almost squashed my head like a freakin' watermelon!"

"Will you fuck me already! And don't even think about kissing me with those lips! I've been dancing all night!" she yelled, her chest heaving.

"Where's the fun in that!" I said coyly as I mounted her and rubbed her soaking pussy with the broad head of my dick. At this point in time, I was so aggressively aroused, the vein on my dick was popping and creating a thick bulge she was sure to feel once I finally penetrated her.

At that very instant, her phone on the nightstand started ringing. "Oh my God, it must be them!" she said, suddenly panicked.

"So answer it," I said with a sinister, sheepish grin.

"Like this?" she retorted, gesturing to our naked, intertwined bodies.

"Do you have an option?" I said as I slowly pushed my dick into her just an inch and back out again, brutally teasing her aching hole.

"Ok, don't do anything funny, seriously!!" she said hurriedly, grabbing the device.

"I will be on my absolute best behavior."

She answered the call and almost successfully initiated a normal, unstressed conversation with our friends downstairs, when I suddenly thrusted my full length deep into her tight core.

Her eyes exploded wide open and her jaw dropped in shock as she received my entire dick with almost no resistance, thanks to how wet I'd made her.

She slapped my shoulder hard with my dick still buried to the hilt in her dripping, warm pussy.

I just smiled as I slowly pulled out halfway before sliding it back in, slowly creating a deep, agonizing rhythm while she struggled desperately to maintain her casual conversation. Her breathing became heavier and ragged as she pushed my chest away with one hand while holding the phone to her ear with the other.

I was having way too much fun, and the extreme taboo-ness of our act just added massive amounts of fuel to the fire.

"No, I'm just feeling a little sick. He's in the kitchen, I think!" she lied into the phone.

I grabbed the hand holding me back as I firmly pinned her down and propped her left leg high up on my shoulder, allowing me to enter even deeper into her naturally lubricated depths.

"Ok, I gotta go!" she practically squeaked as she abruptly cut the call and tossed the phone aside onto the carpet.

"You fucking prick!! She could've caught onto us!" she yelled, her face flushed red.

"Everyone's too sloshed tonight to pay attention! Now can I fuck you right, or are you going to keep stalling till everyone gets here?" I remarked, my hips pausing.

"You've got 5 minutes, you fucking perv. Do me right, and I might take you up on a retainership," she said coyly, wrapping her arms around my neck.

With one hand pinning her down, I bent forward to arch her back as I mercilessly pummelled her into the bouncy mattress. Giving all my might with every single thrust, each time trying to reach deeper inside her womb, completely filling her stretching pussy with my swollen member.

I tried leaning in to kiss her mouth, and she responded by turning her head sharply, trying to avoid contact with my lips.

"I'm not kissing you after you ate me whole! God knows what you lapped up, you filthy fucking perv!"

"Have you ever cum that hard ever? You tasted delightful, baby!"

My dick was just slipping in with absolute ease, killing the silence of the luxury apartment with the loud, wet sounds of our splotching flesh, heavy breathing, and her desperate moans even though she tried hard to restrain herself.

"I wanna cum in you!" I said, with pure, disgusting lust completely driving my senses.

"Don't even think about it!"

"You're such a fucking slut. I know exactly how horny this gets you," I said, speaking directly into her ear.

"And you're a fucking perv!" she said right back to me. She grabbed me aggressively by my hair and pulled my ear to her mouth.

"Fucking perv! Is that all you got, you F-U-C-K-I-N-G Perv?" she hissed as she bit down hard on my ear, almost crunching its cartilage. She then stuck the thick of her tongue straight into my ear canal, coating its walls with her warm spit.

"Fuck, that hurts!" I exclaimed. But it did the trick instantly. I was so insanely wound up after her tongue ejected my ear, I sprung my dick right into her, feeling the innermost depths of her oozing sex stretching to accommodate me.

"Grab onto something," I commanded her before coming all the way out and violently thrusting it back into her dark depths.

She gave me that incredibly horny smile as she grabbed the sturdy wooden bedpost, and I kept thrusting into her hard, shifting the heavy teakwood bed on its pinions across the floor.

"Fuck me! Harder! Harder!" she moaned loudly, abandoning all stealth.

Beads of salty sweat dripped from my brow, down my neck, as I completely defiled her pussy. Her tits bounced to and fro wildly with my constant, jackhammer jabbing.

She was so impossibly hot with her dark hair spread wildly across her face and onto the white pillow. Her slender legs pointing straight up as her feet dangled in the chilly night air, her toes curling up tightly next to my face as she kept oozing out her fluid, wetting my slapping balls while I humped her to the point of pure exhaustion.

"I'm gonna cum!" I blurted out, my spine stiffening.

"Cum in me!" she moaned desperately.

"I want to feel you cum in me," she confirmed, bucking her hips up to meet me.

I could feel my massive, pent-up orgasm make its inevitable way through as it shot out deep into her hot pussy. I stopped my rhythmic pelvic thrusting to feel my dick violently contract and expand as I kept sending thick gushes of my cum deep inside her in diminishing amounts.

We stayed conjoined for a long while as my dick throbbed weakly inside her pussy, now completely coated with my hot cum and her slick juices.

"I can't believe what we just did!" I said, finally bringing us back to the stark reality from the lust-laden world we had just been lost in.

"Well don't, because it didn't happen—" she meant to say as the loud apartment doorbell suddenly rang.

Ding dong!! It echoed sharply through the hall as our heads were still ringing from the wild fucking we just had.

"Oh shit!!" we said unanimously as we scurried around frantically in the dark for our discarded clothes.

"Go get the door, let me get dressed!" she hissed in absolute panic.

I hastily pulled my pants up, sprinted down the hall, and got the front door, only to receive the drunk hoard of our friends as they happily barged into the house.

"What took you so long, macha?" one of them asked, swaying slightly.

"I should be asking you that!" I retorted immediately, trying to act perfectly casual.

"Why are you so flushed and sweaty?" the other asked, eyeing me suspiciously.

"A lil too much to drink, feeling warm," I lied openly and smoothly, praying to God they wouldn't smell my heavy breath practically reeking of pussy and sex.

As they moved toward the kitchen to find more booze, I noticed her torn lacy panties lying near the sofa. I carefully moved across the living room and discreetly brushed them far under the heavy teakwood couch with my foot as we casually enjoyed the rest of the wild night, our massive secret buried in the shadows.