Kimberly and her friends were having a girls' night out as they would every other month or so. It was nice to get out of the house periodically, and it would typically give her husband time to catch up on some of his projects that were made easier by an empty house.
She loved the way some loud music and a little bit of dancing could make her feel young again. They took turns being the designated driver and on those nights when she could, she definitely enjoyed proving that marriage and adulthood and not diminished her tolerance for alcohol.
This, of course, meant that somewhere around midnight she would start sending increasingly provocative texts to her husband. On the night in question, she led with the state of her panties. "My panties are soaking wet."
John was certainly game, replying back. "Why's that?"
"Keep thinking how much fun it would be take you out to the side alley and have you fuck me up against the brick wall."
John smiled reading the text. If she could moderate her drinking she should be loads of fun when she got home. If her friends had to pour her through the door, she would be a different kind of fun. "Well we've got plenty of walls here, love."
"I like the way a brick wall hurts, though."
John squirmed in his desk chair. This was a rare flavor of Kimberly that he loved to savor when it was put on the menu. "I'm sure we can make it hurt if that's what you're looking for."
"Promises promises... You keep talking like that and these panties will be too wet to wear."
"Well, you better not be wearing them when you walk through the door tonight,"
"Yes, sir. LOL ;-)"
John laughed out loud as well. He tried to temper his expectations. She was fun and flirty in the moment, but he knew it was only a matter of switching from tequila to vodka or having a drink spilled on her and the mood could be completely broken. Still, he decided to hope-and prepare-for the best.
Kimberly was also preparing for the best. She loved getting John riled up. While her girlfriends were going to be going home to their empty apartments or hoping to find themselves a Mr. Right Now, Kimberly knew she had a sure thing waiting for her at home. A few more well timed texts, and he'll be ready to keep her up until sunrise. If she was able to pace herself with the next few drinks, she would be feeling relaxed enough to let him.
As fate would have it, Kimberly was able to do exactly that, laser focused as she was on a getting well and thoroughly fucked. She walked in the door at around 2:30. She had the ever so slightly tousled look that John loved to see on her. It was a look that told him she wasn't feeling quite so meticulous; that she was quite ready and willing to give up control.
He was waiting for her on the couch; sitting on one end with a half finished glass of whiskey in his hand. As she stepped through the door, she set down her purse and and struck a kind of "Ta-Dah!" pose like a magician's assistant making the big reveal. A cute little bounce of the knees showed off her well contoured ass, and demonstrated her breasts' delightful jiggle.
There was an air of playful, sexy fun to her brief presentation and John was immediately aroused. He knocked back of the rest of the whiskey, set the glass down on the table and motioned for Kimberly to come and stand next to the couch. "You look like you had a great night, why don't you come over here and tell me all about it."
She happily obeyed, sauntering over to where he had indicated and standing next to him. He looked up and invited her in for a kiss. She bent at the waist, causing her breasts to brush against his shoulder as she came in and flicked her tongue across his lips before engaging in a warm, wet open mouth kiss that threatened to turn into a full make-out session if he gave in to her passion.
He could tell she was already cranked to 11 just from the temperature of her lips. She was flush with arousal and his body responded in kind. He could barely wait until those lips were wrapped around his already painfully hard cock.
But he very much wanted to wait. He wanted to savor every moment of this all too rare perfect storm of sexual energy. Pulling back from the kiss, he slid his hand up the back of Kimberly's leg, underneath her skirt and cupped his hand around her delightfully bare ass. "I see that you were an obedient girl and didn't wear any panties home. I'm pleased."
"I'm glad to have pleased you." she replied, a playful smirk to her voice.
"So, how was your night?" he asked as his hand moved around to her inner thigh and gently indicated for her to part her legs a little.
"It was fine."
As she said this, he moved his hand up her thigh until the side of his hand was lightly resting against her slit, his thumb pressed into the crease where her leg and pelvis met. "Just fine? From how hot and wet you're feeling, I would think it's was a little bit more than fine. Did you see something that excited you?"
