You have come from far to here...

She was looking up with me, lips narrowly parted, head tilting back with each thrust. The eyeliner made her eyes positively smoke, and through those beautiful slitted lids she stared up into my face and breathed hotly into my mouth. A stir above us made us freeze.

But, after a few seconds and no motion we were sure that my wife, head inches from Sirikits, was still passed out.

Ladies and gentlemen, the brass balls award goes to...

I'd been tossing them back all night. Truth be told I was already passed out by the time Sirikit and Jrock got there. But, I am nothing if not a trouper. Three pieces of toast and a turkey-burger later and I could almost walk a straight line again. Then off for the Halloween festivities, a few more beers, and back to the house.

Jrock and The Wife passed out early. I watched Sirikit get up and walk into the other room to hit the bathroom. After a few moments I followed. I was suddenly overcome by the sheer need to be close, and for once I really didn't care how close to the edge I was walking.

Sirikit opened the door and the surprise registered on her face even as my hand pressed against her chest and I reached around to shut the door behind me. For a moment, we just held each other in the dark. The room spun with far too much alcohol... and something else. A synergy that was powerful. Too much so to stop.

Before I knew what I was doing, with the SO's just outside the door I raised her up in my arms and set her down gently on the bathroom counter. Luckily for us, I happened to be wearing a skirt. (hey, I said it was haloween. ;) In moments panties were pushed to the side and I was inside of her. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and held me tight, grinding as profusely as I was, lost in the essence of simply being that way, not rocketing toward climax, not rushing. The long slow fuck of the simple sensation of of that grip, friction, and need.

Soon, or not soon, track of time long since lost I whispered in her ear. "Baby, we have to stop"

And we did, only to return again moments later, the scene repeating deliciously.

Then, when we'd finally settled ourselves on the couch next to the Wife, we found ourselves again overcome. The slow motion sliding of her across the couch, as I alternated my mouth with the simplicity of simply being inside contrasted with the white-hot paranoia of every sigh and movement from next to us threw us into some of the closest, desperate, undeniable bliss you can imagine.

In these times I realize that all the excuses, the decisions, the doubt are nothing but excuses not to feel this way, give this much, to all who will accept and return it.

Trust it to Sirikit, the "ultimate mine" to show it to me again with the timid yet no less resigned willingness to push every barrier,

and dare the world to catch us.