The Shower

The party had been raging at her friend’s house for hours. Kelsey had lost track of the number of Jell-o shots and vodkatinis she had consumed during the night. Her head was swimming helping her to move effortlessly with the music thumping in the house. She was unrestrained, relaxed. She danced with friends, strangers, and occasionally with her husband. Her husband was drunk too and would not be much use to her later. Post-party drunk orgasms were among her favorite, but her husband could fall victim to “whiskey dick,” making an erection nearly impossible. Still, she held onto hope that maybe she would get an orgasm, somehow, before the night was out.

Kelsey and her husband danced sensually, their thighs interlocked and their hips swaying in time with the music. They were attending their friend’s 40th birthday party. It was a complete blow-out extravaganza thrown by their friend’s husband, Kevin, at their home in the country. Kevin and Ellen had acres of yard, a barn, and a shed. The location easily accommodated the hundreds of guests. Parked cars stretched down each side of the paved road that lead to their property. Kelsey knew or was acquainted with a lot of the people at the party, but she was especially happy that Kevin had invited his friends from the police department where he worked. Kelsey had always fantasized about police officers. It was their confidence that she found attractive.

Kelsey’s husband disappeared from the living room where they had been dancing. She shrugged and moved from one dance partner to the next, caring little for what they thought of how close she danced with them, or if they could tell she how aroused she was getting by touching someone new every few moments. She spent as much time with those she thought was on the police force as she could, making sure she squeezed them a little tighter and holding their gaze a little longer. The vodkatinis had helped her throw inhibitions to the side and she decided to just get lost within her raw, sensual side. Eventually, Kelsey found Ellen in the crowd. They embraced and nearly fell on the ground from their mutual intoxication.

“Happy birthday, honey!” Kelsey shouted near Ellen’s ear.

“Can you believe how many people showed up?!” said Ellen. “Kevin told me there were at least 400 people here and they’ve had to go for more kegs!”

“Awesome!” said Kelsey. “Too bad we’re not single! Lots of good-looking cops here!” They laughed.

“Who cares if we’re married?!” said Ellen. “It’s my 40th! I can do whatever and whoever I want, right?” They laughed, hugged, and kissed each other’s cheeks. Their legs overlapped the other’s as they embraced and danced. Kelsey pushed her crotch tightly against Ellen’s leg. Kelsey felt a rush of energy run through her body, a desire to be touched. She pressed her groin harder against Ellen’s leg just to feel the pressure. Lost in her moment with Ellen, Kelsey had not noticed the muscular man, with dark hair and a tanned face, slide in behind Ellen. As though Ellen was the middle of a sandwich, Kelsey and the stranger pressed her on both sides, swaying. Ellen sounded her surprise when the man pressed in tight, awaking Kelsey from the erotic sensation of Ellen’s leg between her thighs. Kelsey smiled and looked into Ellen’s eyes, which were full of desire. Kelsey felt Ellen’s hips move away from her own so that Ellen could press her ass against the hips of the man behind her. Kelsey’s mind swam with the images of a threesome between her, Ellen, and the man.

Her dream was cut short when a rush of cold liquid dropped on Kelsey’s shoulder and flooded down the front of her t-shirt. The soaking liquid sucked her shirt tight against her breasts and the sudden cold made her nipples stand erect. Kelsey screamed and looked down seeing a red stain develop all the way down her shirt. A man beside her apologized stating that he had been bumped causing him to spill his drink. The man offered to help clean her up, which Kelsey took as a lame attempt to get her out of her shirt. Kelsey rushed off, her liquor-buzz killed, to find Ellen and Kevin’s bedroom. She navigated the throng of people and made her way up the stairs. At the end of the hall, she found the bedroom. Kelsey grabbed a shirt out of Ellen’s drawer before entering the master bathroom to change her shirt. She pulled off her stained, wet shirt, and unhooked her soaked bra. “Fuck it!” she said tossing the shirt in the garbage and setting the bra to dry on a hook affixed to the wall behind the bedroom door. Kelsey looked down at her pants to find that her jeans had also fallen victim to the spilled drink. She slid out of her jeans and panties and hung them on the hook also, hoping to let them dry. She walked into the master bathroom and started the shower. She climbed inside the shower to rinse off the spilled drink, which felt sticky as it dried.

Kelsey toweled off and, realizing that her clothing was not going to dry fast enough, she decided to find something of Ellen’s to wear instead. Once rinsed off, Kelsey dried and was about to open the bathroom door when she heard voices and giggling in the bedroom. She slowly released the door handle and leaned into the bathroom door; her ear pressed against it so she could listen. The voices got closer and bumped against the bathroom door.

“You want to fuck me?!” she heard a woman say.

“Hell ya!” said a man. From the other side of the door, Kelsey heard loud kissing, sucking, and moaning.

“I want to suck that cock, but I got to go back downstairs for a couple of minutes,” said the woman. Kelsey knew that voice. It was Ellen’s voice. But Kelsey did not recognize the man’s voice. Ellen’s husband, Kevin, had a much deeper voice than that of the man talking to Ellen. Kelsey stifled a squeal as the doorknob spun. She let go of the doorknob and, in a panic, quickly jumped back into the shower and closed the shower curtain….