When we got to the car, Sara peeled the dress completely off the climbed in the back seat. Trent looked at me and in a drunken slur said “you want to ride in back and fuck her or should I?” In his state I knew I would be driving so I opened the black door and waved him in. Before he got in the car he stripped his pants off and stroked his cock a few times before getting in.
I jumped behind the wheel quickly before we drew a crowd and drove away. Trent was quick to get his cock buried in Sara’s waiting slit. With one long push, he was buried to his pelvis and Sara was legs up fucking. Due to the amount of alcohol running through Trent’s system, he was able to last much longer with Sara than normal. When we arrived at home, neither of them had climaxed yet but neither wanted to stop fucking long enough to go inside. I left them fucking in the SAR and went inside to get comfortable.
After about thirty minutes they both came walking in the door and they looked like they had been running a marathon. Both of them were breathing fast and their hair was all messed up. Neither had any clothing on and sweat was pouring off their bodies. “I’m guessing you both finally came?” I asked looking at them sweating and breathing hard.
“Shit he needs to be drunk all the time for me to get a fucking like that!” Sara exclaimed. “I just had the best fuck of my life!” She reached and grabbed Trent’s slick cock and pulled him to the couch where they plopped down. In her drunken speech Sara said “Dave, I’m not gonna call you stud any more. From now on this man here is the stud. He has the number one cock in this house. He gets first shot at my pussy any time he wants it and you can have it when I let you.”
I knew that tomorrow she wouldn’t remember any of this so I had my phone out secretly recording everything. I just smiled as she talked then she she went down on Trent and cleaned his dick off. After she finished, they both lay their heads back on the couch and were out like lights. I sat the phone down, went to Sara and scooped her naked body up. I took her to our bed and lay her on it. I put the sheet half over her body as that is all she takes while sleeping.
I returned to Trent and moved him so he was comfortable on the couch. I put a throw blanket on him and turned out the lights and retired to bed.
The next morning I was the only one up early. Years of doing this had set my internal clock to wake on its own. Sara and Trent slept a good portion of the morning away then began stirring around eleven. Sara came to the kitchen asking what happened last night and I pressed play on my phone video. She watched herself with her hand covering her open mouth. “Baby, I didn’t mean any of that. This is why I stopped drinking, I’m not myself when I drink. You are and always will be my stud” she said as she moved to me and hugged me for dear life.
“I know babe, you were drunk and didn’t mean it but I had to show you so you’d believe me when I told you.” I said as I held her. “Do you remember fucking Trent in the back seat of the car on the way home last night?”
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