Girls Night Out

Girls Night Out

by Vicki Vex

When a Girls Night Out goes a bit out of control, the party-goers have to make up their minds how to handle it. Do they resist temptation, or forget they’re all married? 

Girls Night Out

I needed that girls night out. Working a soul sucking retail job 50 hours a week has been taking it’s toll on me. I haven’t had a date in months and all I wanted to do tonight was get crazy with my friends. The problem was it got crazier than anyone ever expected. Not my fault, of course, but I didn’t help the situation any. After a few pitchers of Sangria we were all responsible for a few indiscretions that night.

My name is Sophia Morelle. I’m 30 years old and married for 8 years to my husband, Thomas. You already know I work in retail. I won’t mention the name of the company I work for, but it’s a store you go to at least once a week and buy a bunch of shit you don’t need. You may also buy your groceries there. It’s a shit job, but it (almost) covers my bills.

We had the party at Cindy’s house. Cindy Delaney-Perry had been my best friend all my life. When she divorced, she got the house which is a fucking mansion, almost. There were 7 of us present. Myself, Cindy, Doreen, Cathy, Emma, Michelle and Rosa. We’re all 30 somethings, except for Rosa. She’s 50 years old and  Cindy’s housekeeper. Cindy asked the chubby, friendly woman to stay and have a few drinks. Rosa’s English wasn’t the best, but she could smack down glass after glass of Sangria.

What happens when the girls get drunk at Girls Night Out?

We drink, we eat, we talk about penis size and we talk about sex. This party was no different. What made it different happened when the doorbell rang at 8:30. It was a delivery guy and he was no ordinary delivery guy. When Cindy answered the door, everyone thought she had hired a male stripper.

Thinking back, Cindy should have never let Danny in. That was the catalyst that set off  the sordid events of the evening. Regrets? I have several. I not only have the hangover from Hell, but I have to live with what I did at the party. I know there is a bunch of video evidence out there. Drunk girls love their phones.

Danny was making his last delivery of the evening and she just had to let him in, didn’t she? It seemed like a good idea at the time, that’s for sure.

All My Girlfriends are Sluts

Danny was super good looking. 6’1″, 200 lbs, brown hair and the bluest eyes I had ever seen on a guy. There was no doubt he worked out. We wondered if he had one of those bodies like you see on the cover of romance novels. We were all inebriated enough to ask, but Emma stepped forward and did it.

“Danny could you please take your shirt off? My friends and I want to see if you look as good underneath it, as you do with it on.”

Danny turned red with embarrassed. He couldn’t have been more than 23.

“I really can’t,” he said shyly. “I have to get the truck back to the garage. I’m just here to drop off this package.”

“Oh, Danny, just stop it,” Doreen interjected. “How often will you find a bunch of hot, sexy 30 something women that want to see you naked?”

The other girls offered no help to Danny. In fact, they made it worse with shouts of “Danny! Danny! Danny!”

Michelle blocked the door so Danny couldn’t exit and told him, “If you want to leave, you’ll have to do what we say.”

“Isn’t that kidnapping?” I asked, laughing.

“Oh, we’re just playing with him,” Cindy said. “Lose the shirt, Danny and we’ll let you go. That’s a promise.”

“Only if you promise to let me leave right afterward,” the shy hunk replied.

Once again, shouts of “Danny! Danny! Danny!” filled the room, as the delivery guy began to unbutton his brown work shirt. Of course, cat calls and wolf whistles followed. I had always said that women were 100 times worse than men when it came to sex talk.

Danny had unbuttoned his shirt fully, revealing his muscular torso and hairless chest.

“OMG!” Cindy screamed. “He’s perfect.”

“Danny could you make a delivery between my legs?” Emma asked, as we all laughed.

“I wooood taake heem on all night,” Rosa said in her very broken English, to the delight of everyone. We were practically on the floor with laughter.

“Is there any chance we can see what you’re packing inside those work pants, Danny?” Emma asked. “After that we promise to let you go.”

Danny shook his head no, and said, “I have to be going ladies, but thank you for bring so nice.”

“Not gonna happen,” Michelle said, as she drunkenly turned all three locks on Cindy’s front door. “Let’s see the cock and you can leave.”

“Ladies, I can’t do that,” Danny replied, attempting to sound authoritative, but failing miserably, due to his age. “I appreciate the attention, but I have to be leaving right away.”

“Do you have a deck of cards handy, Cindy?” Emma asked. “I have a great idea.”

“Top drawer in the kitchen” she replied, not asking why she wanted them.

“Sorry Danny,” Michelle said, still guarding the door. “You ain’t getting out of here without showing us the cock. Those are the rules. And besides. Looking at your crotch, we can tell you’re excited. Or is that just a very large magic marker?”

The other girls laughed.  Doreen approached Danny, lifted her shirt, flashing her 38 D’s at him and said, “Show us the cock, Danny and I’ll let you kiss them.”

Danny was attempting to cover up his obvious hard on with that scanner thing the delivery guys carry around. When Emma returned she had a deck of cards in her hand. She placed it on the coffee table and fanned the out, face down.

Danny reluctantly unbuckled his pants, pulled down his zipper and released the biggest cock I had seen in years.

“OOOOOOOH!” everyone said loudly at the same time. “Nice dick, Danny,” Cindy said. “Very nice.”

Once again, Danny turned red and I could see him start to pull his pants up again, so I finally spoke out.”

“Danny, you should take that dick of yours and fuck one of the lovely ladies here at the party,” I said. “I know they would appreciate it and we’d love to watch.” Once again, whistles, whoops and catcalls filled the room.

The Blowjob

Emma turned everyone’s attention to the deck of cards on the coffee table.

“Ok, girls,” she said. “Everyone choose a card. High card gets to give ol’ Danny here, a blowjob.

The whoops and catcalls were so loud, they almost hurt my ears. Everyone laughed when Rosa got up and beat everyone to the coffee table first and chose a card.

“Oh, foook me,” she said in her thick accent. “I got a tree.” Uproarious laughter filled the room.

One by one, the girls selected cards, while I watched from across the room. When everyone had selected they looked over at me. “Pick a card, Sophia,” Emma said.

“I can’t be involved in this. I’m married!” I laughed.

“So is Michelle, so is Doreen and so is Cathy,” Emma replied, “Pick a card.”

“I emmm marrrried, too!” Rosa interjected. “I peek a card, but I looze.”

“Oh alright,” I said,walking over to the coffee table. “I’ll take one, but I’m abstaining from any activity. Thomas would lose his shit if he found out about this.

Danny was just standing there, his dick hard and in his hand. bewildered by all of this. He was apparently being held captive by the 7 of us, but he wan’t complaining any longer. Isn’t that just like a guy. They’ll complain about anything, until they find out there’s a blowjob involved.

I drew my card and looked at it. Fuck! I hope we would have a tie. I drew a fucking Ace.

“What’s your card?” Emma asked. “Can you beat a ten?”

I suddenly had a sick feeling inside. I held my card for everyone to see and the sight of it was marked by applause and whistles, but also disappointment.

“I can’t do this,” I laughed, nervously. “I’m drunk enough to, but I’m also not drunk enough to remember I’m married.

Loud boos filled the room.

“You have to,” Cindy pleaded. “It’s my fucking party, so it’s my rules. I would love to go down on this fine specimen, but you won fair and square. That’s when the cheers began.

“So-phi-a! So-fi-a! So-fi-a!”

“You’re all fucking crazy,” I said. But looking over at Danny’s cock also made me wonder when I would ever have a chance to suck off a huge cock like his, ever again.

I walked over to Danny and got on my knees. The girls laughed and whooped and hollered, like we were inside a male strip club.

“Are you ready, Danny?” I asked. “You’d better be, because I’m going to start this before I lose my nerve.”

Danny didn’t say anything, as I grabbed onto his long, thick rod, stroking it gently, wondering if I had the guts to not only suck another dick, but suck it in front of my friends. “Oh, well,” I thought. “I guess that’s why they make alcohol.” And with that, I took the head of his dick into my mouth, eliciting cheers and claps from the audience.

The girls were hollering out a bunch of unintelligible shit, but I wasn’t paying attention. I just kept sucking, looking up at Danny and those blue eyes of his. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself. Danny’s cock had me under its spell.

As I continued this hypnotic sucking, Emma approached me and began lifting my shirt. “Help me,” she said, Danny wants to see you naked.

I honestly didn’t have a problem with this. I was proud of my body and I did want Danny to see it.  I think Emma had her own agenda, however. She was publicly bisexual and I think she just wanted to see me naked. Fuck it. If I can give her a cheap thrill, why not do it? I didn’t give a shit about the other girls. They wouldn’t have gotten naked without an argument, even though most of them had awesome bodies.

Danny’s cock was dripping with my saliva as I sucked and jacked him at the same time. He was moaning loudly. One of the girls, (I didn’t see which one), went up behind him and pinched his ass. Danny didn’t care, he began rapidly fucking my mouth without any concern for me, nor anyone else in the room.

When I was able to steal a look over to the sofa, I was shocked to see Rosa, with her pants and panties around her ankles. She was fingering herself. The other girls were giggling and pointing. Her thunderous thighs were taking up half of the sofa, and her hand was hidden inside a massive, overgrown black bush. Gut you know something? Rosa didn’t give a single fuck as she focused on me sucking off Danny. That was as close as I would ever come to a standing ovation from a blowjob. A woman would have an orgasm, because I blew a delivery guy. How cool is that?

Danny was moving at a quickened pace, face fucking me harder and I was doing my best to keep up with him. To tell you the truth, I wanted his dick inside of me. I was already cheating, wasn’t I? Would fucking the guy be any worse? In the back of my mind, I knew it was and resisted the urge to ask him.

I was preparing for Danny’s orgasm. The way he was huffing and puffing, I knew it wouldn’t be long before he burst. Me on my knees, my palms in the floor and my ass high up in the air was the perfect position for him to face fuck me-which he was doing at a pace I loved, but had never experienced before.

Rosa Gets Involved

There was a slight disruption in the room. Then laughs, then squeals, the woops and hollers. I couldn’t turn my head to look, but all of a sudden, there were two chubby hands on my ass and I was being licked from behind. It was Rosa. I guess she was so caught up in the excitement, she wanted to get involved. Not gonna lie. She wouldn’t have been my first pick to eat my ass, but she was skilled as anything doing it. So she continued to eat away, digging deeper and deeper with her thick tongue. As she did. I was moaning at the same pace Danny was,. I had never cum from someone eating my ass before, but there’s always a first time. I just never imagined it would be a heavy set, 50 year old, Mexican woman.

The girls went from cheering me on to cheering on Rosa. “ROSA! ROSA! ROSA!” they chanted over and over again, as the housekeeper showed no signs of slowing down.

And suddenly it all happened at once. Danny began cumming and I was literally two seconds behind him. I had forgotten how much a 23 year old man could unload in one session and my mouth overflowed with his creamy, white, orgasm. The applause and cheers were deafening, as I sucked hard to drain Danny of every drop he had inside him. I hadn’t even noticed it, but I had been pushing my ass back into Rosa’s face. Did I mention that was the best ass-eating I had ever received?

Home at Last

To make this long story shorter, after Danny left and the excitement of the evening was beginning to wind down, I grabbed my jacket. I was tired and full of regret and just wanted to go home and sleep. I had cheated and even though it felt good, I wasn’t feeling so great afterward. I sneaked out through the back and got into my car without anyone realizing I was gone. When I got into the house, all was quiet and I went to bed, snuggling up next to my hubby as closely as I could.

The Aftermath

Cindy called the next morning. We were both hungover, but she wanted to check in with me and find out why I took off so early. When I explained it to her, she was very understanding. “I know things got a little out of hand, last night,” she said, “It wasn’t supposed to be that type of party.”

Apparently things had gotten even wilder after I left. She didn’t go too much into detail, but from what she told me, it became a full-blown female orgy. Everyone was involved, especially Rosa, who according to Cindy, surprised the shit out of everyone with her oral talents. I already new how good she was. Her and Michelle ended up in a heated 69 that lasted almost 45 minutes. It was crazy.

“I’m sorry I missed it,” I laughed. “It must have been something.”

“Eh, it was fun while it lasted,” she replied. “By the way, Rosa wanted your phone number.  I don’t know why, but I have a feeling you do.”

“Wow! Yeah,” I said. “She was wild. She has to remember that I’m married.”

“You were married last night, too.  And so was she,” Cindy laughed. “Anyway. That’s up to you. I have to go. I have to clean this fucking house. You’re all a bunch of slobs.”

I laughed.”Thanks, we’ll chat soon.”

After we hung up, I took some aspirin and had some coffee, as I thought about what I did last night and though full of shame, I had to smile. It was fun. I know I was in the wrong, and I know I’ll be hearing from Rosa soon. I guess it can’t hurt to ask her over for a glass of wine someday.


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4 thoughts on “Girls Night Out

  1. I’ve had two experiences somewhat like this. My friends and I used to party with one dude all the time. I could write about it, but it would take up an entire book.

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