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Crazy Erotic Memories

By Bridget DykePublished 4 months ago 11 min read


“Awwww honey, she always feels ill…I really don’t see why they don’t just get a taxi home.” I was talking about our neighbors, Bella and Stacy. They were an okay couple…as neighbors go, but Adaugo was one of those health-obsessed types.

She was never happy unless there was something wrong with her.

I mean, don’t get me wrong – I’m very much the stay-at-home type. I like nothing more than a hot scented bath and a quiet glass of wine with Jones…my hubby. But I like to enjoy life, and the Easter party is the one time of year we get to put our party dress on and let our hair down.

Why Jones agreed to drive tonight is beyond me. He is taking some antibiotics for an ear infection, but a couple of drinks wouldn’t have hurt him.

Still, it had meant we didn’t have to call a taxi which had seemed a good idea at the time – right up until Bella had started complaining about one of her impending migraines.

It was barely midnight, the drinks had been flowing, and the party was still in full swing, at least for everyone else. For us, it seemed very much on the wind-down.

“I know babe…but they do live next door, and it won’t be going on for much more than an hour here anyway.” He pulled me to him and kissed my lips.

“Besides, you’ve been looking so fine tonight, I’ve been dying to take you home for hours…” I pouted, half sulkily – half sexily.

He did have a point, it was unlikely that the party would go on for longer than an hour, and I was feeling in the mood for some after-party hanky panky. I snuggled against him, and he reached behind me, cupping my butt cheeks in his hands and squeezing them gently through the thin fabric of my evening dress.

“You know, you have the most amazing ass in the world,” he commented, sliding his hands up as he said it, over the curve of my hips, onto my waist and then up onto my chest, “and the firmest breasts too!” he smiled. I looked up at him and kissed him,

“Ok,” I conceded,

“I suppose so. Tell you what…you go to the bar and fetch me one last drink, and I’ll find Bella and Ray and let them know where we are going.”

I started to pull away to head back into the hall, but Jones held my hand and pulled me back to him. A guilty look fleetingly crossed his face.

“Erm…babe, you better find Lanre and Basil too. I said they could have a lift since we are going that way.” He looked sheepish, and so he should – I knew exactly what that meant. Basil and Lanre were two of his high school friends.

They shared a flat across town, and there hadn’t been one single occasion since I had known Tunde when driving them home hadn’t resulted in a quick drink, which resulted in a quick joint, which resulted in a stoned Jones heading home in a taxi, several hours after getting there.

“Oh no…come on babe, what about getting home early so you can have your wicked way with me?” I pulled away from him slightly, pouting for real now.

“Yeah, I’m still gonna do that!” He said, by way of reassurance, only I had heard it many times before. Stoned sleeping Tunde, and that was not gonna be on my cards tonight! Not after he had my hopes up.

“No way Jones, tell them all to get a taxi together – it’ll cost virtually nothing between them all.” To be honest, I don’t know why I was even bothered. I knew damn well that we would end up giving everyone a lift home. And I also knew damn well that the night would end exactly as I thought it would.

“Fine.” I said, after his speech about ‘having given his word blah blah blah.’ “But you can damn well go to that bar and get me a big bottle of something good. I’m not sitting there with nothing to drink while you guys smoke your heads off!” I turned on my heel and stormed off to find the others.


It took the best part of half an hour to round everyone up. Jones got held up at the bar, buying me a nice two-liter bottle of wine. Lanre and Basil had to do the rounds saying bye to everyone they knew – and I’m certain a number of people they didn’t know!

Meanwhile, I was stuck with Bella and Ray, listening to Bella go on about how we should have left hours ago before the migraine had a chance to take hold.

Finally, we arrived at the car. The night had steadily gone from bad to worse, but at least I would get the chance to chill for a bit and take my painful-heeled shoes off before reaching Lanre and Basil’s. I climbed into the front seat beside Jones, and everyone else piled into the back – everyone except Bella, that is. She came round to my door and opened it.

“Kate…would you mind if I sat up front, it’s just – with my migraine and all…I mean I get travel sickness sometimes too?” I couldn’t believe the night could get any worse until now. I looked over at Jones, expecting him to say something; after all, he is the one who filled our car with unwanted guests. Unfortunately, what he said is not what I wanted to hear.

“Sure,” he said, looking at Bella, and then “Honey you won’t mind riding in the back will you?” I opened my mouth in disbelief, about to tell the pair of them to jump off a tall cliff, but a somewhat caustic

“Of course…my pleasure,” is all that came out. At this point, I had no idea how literal that statement was to be.

I slid out from the front seat, and as Bella squeezed her overly round bottom into it, I opened up the back door and looked in. There were about five inches of room when the guys squeezed up that I attempted to fit into. I managed to close the door, but I was half up on Basil’s lap anyhow, and it was making everyone sit awkwardly.

“Well, this isn’t going to work,” I said, making it clear that I was in a huff. “I suppose I better sit on your knee Basil…at least you can sit comfortably then.” Basil just grunted. Already several joints down the line, he was as high as a mountain climber!

I shifted up onto his lap and placed my elbows on the seats in front, with my face in my hands, and managed as sulkier look as I could muster. Jones had to know that he was going to suffer for this. Behind me, guys lads shuffled about, each taking up their share of the gap that I had left. Finally,Jones started the engine and moved off.

The car was quiet for the first ten minutes of the journey. On the other side of the car,Ray gazed out of the window. Lanre sat in the middle with his head lolled to one side, resting on Basil’s shoulder. He would be sleeping soon if he wasn’t already, and as for Basil, he had been snoring almost before we had pulled out of the car park.

My mood had simmered somewhat. Perhaps it was the effects of the wine as I sat in the back contently sipping from the bottle, but gradually the feelings of annoyance were slipping and being replaced with something warmer, and it wasn’t long before I realized what.

All thoughts of sex had passed almost as quickly as they had come when Jones had told me that we would be dropping the guys off at home.

I was not gullible enough to believe that I would be getting any after he had partaken in a few joints. It seems that the desire for sex had not been so quick to dissipate, however.

Now as I sat in the back of the car, with the buzz of the party behind me and the flood of alcohol in my veins, with the soft drone of the engine and the gentle rocking as the suspension held off the road, I felt a renewed surge of lust.

I hadn’t adjusted my position and still leaned against the front seats on my elbows, but seated on Basil’s lap, I could feel his leg pressing between my own legs. Sat forward as I was, I realized that the only thing separating the flesh of his thigh from my clitoris were three layers of very thin cloth. I had taken a while to notice since the touch was so faint it was almost unperceivable, but slowly my comatose armchair was rubbing me to orgasm.

Fleetingly, I felt a surge of guilt and almost adjusted my position. It seemed wrong to entertain the idea of allowing another man to stimulate me. But I took a deep drink from the bottle and attempted to justify the situation. Firstly, my husband was an idiot.

If he had just taken us home and had his way with me there, then I wouldn’t have been in this situation in the first place. Secondly, the guy was asleep. I mean, it’s not like being unfaithful. In most senses of the word, the guy was just like an inanimate object – a vibrator. It was no different from using a vibrator.

By this time, I could feel the heat that was building between my legs. I knew it was too late now – the damage was done, so I might just as well enjoy it. I opened my thighs a little to allow Basil’s leg to press harder against my crotch.

Slowly, as the small rhythmic vibrations traveled through him like a conduit straight to my clitoris, I felt my excitement grow. Outwardly, I still sat forward, tipping the bottle of wine down my throat and giving no overt signs of the tingling ebbs of pleasure rippling through me. Inwardly, my body reacted to the situation with an intensity that I have never known.

My breasts, ample at 36C, pressed against the soft silk bra that held them beneath my dress and was suddenly sensitive as the seeds of lust took firm root. I could feel my nipples harden and press forward as though searching for escape, eager to be touched.

Lower down, the heat between my legs felt as though it had reached boiling point. The entrance to my pussy was no longer moist but soaking my panties as its juices leaked in a stream from my wet hole. My eyes, I knew, would be glazed as I stared sightlessly forward, swept into a wanton need for fulfillment. I took another deep drink of wine and hoped my glazed look would be mistaken for drunkenness.

For another ten minutes, I rode in the back of my husband’s car on the knee of his friend on a wave of heavenly pleasure. Every bump only increased my desire to orgasm over his friend’s knee. But with every passing minute, the pleasure turned slowly to frustration.

Every bump now teased my swollen clit with a promise that would never be satisfied, and I needed more. I wanted more. I bit my lip and nervously glanced behind me. Basil was out cold, as was Lanre beside him and Ray still gazed aimlessly out of the window.

My pussy ached to be filled, and I realized that the point for consideration was long passed. My mind was already decided, I needed a cock, and nothing was going to stop me.

I reached back with my arm and let my hand drop on Basil’s crotch. I let it rest there for a moment, then increased the pressure slightly and watched his face for a reaction…nothing. Slowly I popped his button open, unzipped his trousers and reached down into his boxer shorts.

It was still just a vibrator. I rationalized to myself. Softly, I ran my hand from the head of his cock down to his sack, caressing the soft flesh before pulling gently back towards the head. Slowly I started to wank him.

For a few moments, I began to wonder if I would get any cock tonight after all, but slowly the flesh began to fill out and harden.

As it reached full length, and I allowed my hand a final stroke along his thick shaft, I couldn’t help but smile, pleased to discover that the only cock other than my husband to fill my hole would be worthy of the cause.

Subtly, I lifted myself a couple of inches off his lap and eased the wide hem of my dress up at the back. I slipped my panties to the side, allowing my fingers to dip momentarily between the folds of my pussy lips. They were wetter than I’d ever known them. I glanced forward. My husband was looking ahead at the road.

“Turn up the radio babe,” I slurred, then gently lowered myself backwards and down onto the head of Basil’s waiting cock.

His Dick penetrated my soaked hole with ease, and it was all I could do to prevent a gasp of pleasure from escaping. I felt the fat head as it pushed inside, stretching my lips around his shaft as it edged deeper in.


About the Creator

Bridget Dyke

As a passionate writer of fiction and general articles, I invite you to embark on an extraordinary literary journey with me. With immersive stories and thought-provoking articles that will captivate your mind and touch your soul.

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