Darleen was smaller and wore her dark hair cut short, with a fringe across her brow. She had brown eyes and an upturned nose with a scattering of freckles across her cheeks. Her body was not at all like Caroline's. Her tummy was flat and lean, her legs slender and her tits were small, thrusting mounds. She liked to wear cotton tee-shirts around the house, and they clung to the outline of her tits and displayed the fact that her nipples were large and usually stiff.

They were both in their mid-twenties, had been married roughly the same length of time, had a great deal in common – more than they knew, in fact – and got along well.

Neither of them were heavy drinkers, but on this memorable, hungover morning, it seemed a good idea to see if a little hairs of the dog might do the trick so, when their coffee was finished, Caroline fetched a bottle of gin and some tonic.

They each had a couple drinks.

Not accustomed to drinking much, and certainly not in the morning, the gin soon had them giggling. They weren't exactly drunk, but their hangovers had vanished and they were in high spirits. They felt that they were being risque and naughty.

"We'll be into the cooking sherry, next," Caroline joked.

"The trouble with booze is – with me – it makes me randy," Darleen said as she sipped her drink.

"Me, too."

"Boy, was I ever horny last night," Darleen stated.

Caroline grinned with lascivious interest.

"Me, too," she said again. "But so was Jonathon, so it was great, really great. I…" She paused, seeing that her friend looked unhappy or annoyed.

"What's wrong, honey?" she asked.

"Umm? Oh, nothing. I was just remembering last night. That damned husband of mine is useless when he's had a few drinks. I was so damned hot I was incandescent – and he rolled over and went to sleep. I tried everything I could to get him interested, too. I wore my sexiest nighty, but he didn't even notice. Then I started playing with his prick, but it wouldn't get hard. Usually it's pretty big, but last night it was about the size of a thimble." She paused, looking impish. "I even tried giving it a suck, to see if that would make it hard. No way! There wasn't enough there to fill a tooth, let alone my mouth, and the drunken swine just kept snoring away."