Get-togethers with friends rarely end well. Especially when there are several empty bottles of whiskey on the table and your best friend has just left for the graveyard shift, leaving you alone with his exhausted wife. I stayed overnight on their stretched-out couch because I couldn't drive in my current state. My head was buzzing, my groin felt pleasantly tingly from the alcohol, and the whole world seemed a little blurry and malleable. Lisa fell asleep almost immediately, right there in the chair. I'd been watching her for the last half hour. The way her head slowly slumped onto her chest, the way her heavy eyelashes fell onto her cheeks. She was damn beautiful. Redhead, sprinkled with freckles, with a curve that made your mouth water. And her smile when she laughed... I'd caught myself staring at her many times. At my friend's wife, for fuck's sake. I got up from the couch and walked closer. She was fast asleep, breathing evenly. She smelled of whiskey and her sweet perfume. "I'll just cover her with a blanket," I thought. "And that's it." I pulled the blanket that was lying nearby over her legs. My hand accidentally brushed against her ankle. The skin was incredibly soft and warm. My heart pounded somewhere in my throat. Adrenaline suddenly sobered me, mixing with the intoxication into an explosive, dangerous mixture. I squatted down next to the chair. She hadn't woken up. Her chest rose and fell gently beneath the thin fabric of her blouse. One hand hung over the armrest, and I longed to touch her wrist with my lips. So I did. I simply pressed my lips to the soft skin on the inside of her arm. She sighed deeply in her sleep, but didn't wake up. That sigh was my release. Carefully, like a thief, I lifted the hem of her dress. Her legs were bare. And between them, the bulging triangle of dark panties was visible. I could feel the heat radiating from there through the fabric. My cock hardened, pressing painfully against the fly of her jeans. I groaned softly, almost soundlessly. Slowly, afraid to disturb this fragile, perverse moment, I ran my finger along the elastic of her panties. She moved again, and I froze, but it was just a movement in my sleep. I leaned lower, burying my face in her crotch. I breathed in her scent—clean, feminine, with a slightly sour tinge of arousal. I couldn't resist. I pulled the fabric aside. Her pussy appeared before me in all its glory. Neat, plump, with already damp, dark red hairs. It was completely wet, glistening in the dim light of the floor lamp. Was she dreaming this? Or was this body reacting to my touch, even in my sleep? I couldn't bear it any longer, pressing my mouth to her flesh. I licked her pussy. Slowly at first, running my wide tongue across her entire slit, top to bottom, collecting her juices. It was sweetish-bitter, intoxicating. Then I focused on her bud, found it, hidden in the hood, and began working it with quick, vibrating movements of my tongue. She moaned in her sleep. Muffled, sleepily. Her hips involuntarily moved toward my face. “Yes…” she whispered, and her voice, hoarse from sleep, hit me right in the groin. She didn't wake up, but her body was fully engaged in the process. I was bringing her to orgasm, and she responded, her pussy pulsating on my tongue, growing wetter. With one hand, I unbuttoned my jeans and freed my cock. It was rock hard, precum already seeping from the head. I jerked my cock in time with my tongue. She began breathing rapidly, her stomach tightening. I knew she was close. I inserted two fingers inside her pussy. She was scorching hot and tight. She moaned louder, her legs closing around my head. And then her body shuddered in a silent scream, her juices gushed into my mouth. I drank her greedily until her hips stopped twitching. But I wasn't finished. My turn hadn't come yet. I stood up, standing over her, cock in hand. She lay there, disheveled, her eyes rolled back in her head, still dazed, her panties pushed up her thigh. It was the most depraved sight of my life. I guided my cock to her wet, stretched entrance. And with one slow, deep thrust, I entered her. She accepted me with all her hot, clenching flesh. She gasped, and her eyes opened briefly. They were filled with confusion, a haze of sleep and a growing awareness. But before she could comprehend anything, her body responded again. Her pussy squeezed my cock, and she unconsciously arched her back, offering herself even deeper. I started fucking her. Deeply, steadily, taking it all in each time. She moaned with every thrust, her consciousness clearly struggling with sleep and pleasure. I leaned down, kissing her neck, praying she wouldn't wake up completely. With one hand, I lifted her dress higher so I could watch my cock enter and exit her wet, reddened pussy. With my other hand, I reached for her anus. Using a circular motion, I lubricated it with her own juices and began pressing on the tight ring. “No…” she moaned, but it was a moan of pleasure, not protest. I inserted the tip of my finger into her ass. And her insides squeezed my cock with incredible force. It drove me crazy. I felt my climax approaching. I sped up, fucking her harder and faster, plunging my finger deeper into her anus with each thrust. “I’m going to cum now…” I croaked, and it sounded like a warning and a confession at the same time. I thrust my cock all the way to the base, pressing my whole body against hers. I felt her pussy spasm around me. And then it hit me. Powerful jolts of sperm erupted from me and filled her vagina. I came, seemingly endlessly, flooding her insides with hot sperm. I froze, trembling all over, pressing myself into her until the last spasms left me. I carefully pulled my soft cock and finger out of her. Semen immediately flowed from her stretched hole, dripping onto the upholstery of the chair. I watched, gasping for breath. She lay motionless, deep in sleep, her breathing evened out. A peaceful, almost happy smile was frozen on her face. I quickly tidied myself up, straightened her clothes, pulled her panties and dress back into place, and covered her with a blanket from head to toe. I wiped the marks on the chair with a rag. I returned to the sofa, lay on my back, and stared at the ceiling. My heart was pounding. The taste of her was still in my mouth, her scent mingled with the smell of sex in the room. I waited for the morning. Waited for her to wake up. Would she remember anything? Would she feel my sperm inside her? Or would she chalk it all up to a drunken, depraved dream? I didn't know. But I knew one thing: I'd crossed the line, and there was no turning back. And I also knew that I'd never, not once in my life, come as hard as I did that night. And that thought made me grin in the dark.