PART 1

I would be a fool not to be proud.

She was very much in her element, Laughing and openly flirting with Greg, much to his delight.

We had been married four years this September and I knew her antics well. When ever her drug of choice was on the table, which happened to be mine also…

She would transform into this energetic soul, brimming with sexuality and excitement.

Ecstasy was our favourite tool for fun, and tonight my long time friend had arrived unexpectedly, grinning ear to ear as he proudly presented us with a bag full of goodies.

An hour later we were enjoying probably the best pills we have taken for a long time.

I mean they were intense.

As often happened I found myself drifting around the house, my mind in tune with the techno-trance music that pumped from the stereo.

I was no stranger to these pills but tonight though they seemed strong enough to put me on my ass, forcing me into my favourite lounge chair, where I watched my beautiful wife dance and sway…

She always wore this glamorous make up that never rubbed off. No matter how hard or how long I kissed her it never rubbed off, like magic…

Obviously I am a sucker for lipstick, especially dark red, almost plum colour which is what she usually wore.



She was definitely a glamour girl and believe me, reeked with sex appeal…

Sometimes a little too much.

It took years to let my guard down and get used to the idea that she wasn’t going to be stolen away, although I knew in my heart it had come close on a few occasions.

She had a long curly mass of red hair, big unbelievably blue eyes, perfectly bowed lips, trust me when I say she was gorgeous…

and she had the perfect body. Her breasts were large but extremely firm with plum coloured nipples. I had been with many women in my time, women who were gorgeous, but Anna’s body was hard to believe unless you saw it for yourself.

She spent a lot of time on personal maintenance, yoga, and she was also a professional dancer…

Not like a stripper…

no…

It was all the Latin stuff.

Another thing she did which previous girlfriends didn’t is she was always devoid of any pubic hair, preferring the shaved look.

Many times I was stunned when she would be casually getting dressed, her mind on other things and not realising the extent of the effect she had on my body.

I dare say she was my obsession, and many other men would undoubtedly say the same. For the first few years I had constant blue balls.

I watched as Greg in his drunken state sought out every chance that he could to glimpse more of her body under her clingy short dress…

And watched also as she gave him ample chances with her being just as intoxicated, if not more so. We had both partied the day before, so we had stayed awake pottering around even before Greg had shown up so we were horny and our inhibitions were no longer what they should be.

“surprise ” Greg excitedly chirped while doing a little dance.

He held out an open hand with three more pills.

“these will ensure we get right and royaly fucked up” he then searched my face for the excitement he had hoped for.

I smiled happily…

And I too did a little dance.

One of the perks of having a hot girlfriend is having other people going out of their way to impress her.

We were already fucked up and these little babies would end the night nicely.

At that moment she walked in and swirled excitedly at the sight of the pills.

“*you rock Greg”* she swirled again, rewarding him with a hug that made Greg’s face turn bright red. His hands didn’t know where to go, eventually resting on the small of her back.

He handed each of us a pill and we toasted with water and swallowed them together.

*”the three musketeers ” *Greg announced before walking to the stereo and going through my trance collection for some cool beats.

We all then ran around turning the lounge room into a comfort centre before they hit us.

Greg disappeared then came out dragging a large double mattress that we kept in the spare room, which he then placed in the centre of the room.

*”just Incase anyone needs to lie down” *Greg grinned almost shyly.

He had only just finished saying those words when the first wave rolled over me…

And shite let me tell you it was fucking intense.

I grabbed my water and before I could put it to my lips the second wave hit and I felt nauseous. I needed to get some air so I proclaimed my plan to step outside for some much needed air then vanished.

Outside I began to feel better, but the waves kept on coming until I was…

I was seriously fucked up.

Ten minutes later I wandered back in to find them in obviously similar states…


But I also noticed that they suddenly changed the subject and acted awkward. I knew my girlfriend very well, and knew she had managed to talk Greg into getting another pill, this was confirmed when I caught the movement of her secretly slipping it into her mouth.

Who was I to complain, let her have some fun.

Greg asked me how I was feeling and then laughed when my answer was more of a groan than a reply.

I sat down on the couch and enjoyed the feel of the ecstasy, listening to the electronic music as it played tricks on my brain, sounding incredible.

This was really good stuff and soon my eyes were rolling back in my head.

“hey jeff, would you mind if I gave your girl a massage” I heard Greg say.

I struggled to focus and almost laughed when I saw her lying on the mattress with a huge smile on her face, kicking her feet and pleading at me playfully…

“pleeeeaaaaassse” she begged excitedly, before rolling onto her stomach before looking over at me.

“Your next baby” she stated in a matter of fact tone.

I nodded at the thought, knowing how good a massage can feel in this state.

I stood and swaggered over to sit on the edge of the mattress while Greg knelt next to her, his hands proceeding to rub her shoulders.

She groaned and sighed as he worked his hands over her skin obviously really enjoying the contact.

I watched on and found myself rubbing my legs, the feeling was amazing…

Everything my hands touched felt awesome.

He started off slow, just her shoulders and neck…

And I lay back, lost in my own trip, my eyes closing as I listened to her little gasps.

It was the same little noises she made when she was having sex, so my drifting imagination was brought constantly back to sex.

I couldn’t help it, my mind was quickly being thrown repeatedly against the visions of…

My wife when she’s fucking….

And…

Anna, naked with her long sexy legs spread wide as I explore her cunt.

Damn I was getting horny.

Long lazy minutes went by and I realised he too was making little noises.

I looked over and noted that his hands were no longer slow, but more aggressive and demanding as he pawed at her shoulders.

She was now moaning openly and loud.

“oh jesus, shit, fuck, shit” she swore.

“oh fuck me it feels fucking awesome. ” she continued.

I could tell that the pill or pills she had coaxed out of Greg was now hitting her hard. She sounded like she was having an orasm.

“I’m so jealous ” I said, moving to sit on the floor next to the mattress. I reached over and swept the hair back from her face and over her ear…

Her expression was far away. lost in the feel of Greg’s hands, and the fresh onslaught of waves now hitting her hard…

so at first she didn’t answer.

“Babe” she finally said a minute later, her voice noticeably shaky…

“oh my god ” her voice broke after finishing these words, ending in a moan that made my semi-hard cock twitch and jump into a hardened state.

I almost moaned at the sound of her whimpers that followed.

From over the music I heard Greg breathing heavily. His own noises were almost hungry whimpers, often coinciding with her moans

I could see his urgency visibly growing in the way he moved his hands. His fingers growing white as he clutched almost desperately at her smooth skin.

It was highly sexual and responsible for my hands now growing bold, my finger tips sliding teasingly over the lump in my jeans.

I noticed her hips almost humping the mattress as he became more desperate. He would slide his hand down her spine before sweeping out midback, where the hem of her dress began.

It was extremely erotic and I knew how easy it was to become detached from reality and drawn into things when on pills.

The noises they made were resounding in my ears…

I then thought of the fantasies I had involving Anna and watching her with another guy. Something I had always thought about, and longed for, but of course, never happened.

I was being tortured by the level of sexual atmosphere and tension growing slowly. I shook my head and closed my eyes, but this only made it worse.

I opened my eyes and ran my tongue over suddenly dry lips and as I leaned back along the floor beside the mattress…

I watched and let my imagination run wild, entranced by her expressions, seduced by the sight of them lost in each other.

Both were completely drugged stupid, and both there eyeballs were rolling back in their sockets, flickering slightly.

I don’t know why I did it…

Maybe I too was pulled into it…

But I grabbed her shoulder straps and pulled them off her shoulders, and as I did that her instincts were to lift up, making it easier. My own instincts responded by slipping her dress down to the small of her back, just before the arch that rose up to the cheeks of her buttocks.

It was a natural and honestly innocent manoeuvre done without thinking, to make her skin more easily accessible.

“*there we go*” I said, laying back on my side, my eyes drinking the sudden vision of so much warm bare skin and drawn also to the vibrant colour of her brightly coloured red bra strap.

It was like ringing the lunch bell, cause Greg now began to move his hands down her back, lingering occasionally on the strap as if fighting the urge to unfasten the inviting clasp.

She just lay their moaning, not even registering anything but Greg’s wandering hands.

I was painfully hard and as I grabbed myself for a quick re adjusting, I was struck by a strong warm flood of.