If Ashley wasn't an easy drunk, I may have never got to date her in the first place, much less marry her. I met Ashley at a bar in the city five years ago. She was out with friends for a bachelorette party and they were on a 'scavenger hunt' for experiences. She needed a picture of a guy over six feet tall kissing her, and I fit the bill. I managed to get her number before she moved on to a guy a few feet away to get a picture of him spanking her.
I couldn't get her out of my mind that night. The kiss was just 'staged' but she had definitely gotten into it and I couldn't stop remembering what it was like to have her big tits pushed against me...her aggressive tongue probing mine. Ashley was petite, not much over 5 feet tall. She was not the prettiest girl, but she was definitely hot, with big red lips, and blue eyes that could make you forget any girl before her. Did I mention her tits are perfection? So perfect that guys seldom got as far as noticing her smooth legs and firm ass.
Ashley wasn't sure she remembered me at all when I called the next day, but she agreed to go out, and somehow I got her to marry me twelve months later. As it turns out Ashley wasn't really a wild child, she just lost inhibitions after a few drinks. I used that to my advantage when I was horny, or when I wanted to try something new with her. A few drinks and I could generally have my way.
In general though, my Ashley was rather conservative. She consciously dressed to take attention away from her breasts when she went to work, trying to ensure she was taken seriously. She usually wore glasses, and would wear pantyhose until the summer heat became unbearable. She was still noticed (there was no hiding those tits no matter how hard she tried) but Ashley managed to keep her hotness in check more often than not.
Ashley was a social worker downtown, working with underprivileged children. It didn't pay a lot, but she loved doing it. She worked with several other do-gooder women and they seemed to really make a difference in kids' lives.
My work could not have been more different. I worked in Finance and was climbing the ladder at my firm rather quickly, and starting to make a good bit of money. I worked with all men, and was friendly, if competitive, with most of them.
Ashley had met the guys a couple of times when she came to our office, but didn't really know any but Benny, my closest friend in the office. Benny had an obvious crush on Ashley, but he was always a gentleman. Even when we'd go out drinking with Benny, and Ashley would become very flirty, he'd manage to keep his hands to himself, even if he would enjoy an eyeful from time to time.
When I got promoted to head up a division, I promised everyone we would celebrate with a pool party at the house I had bought just a few months earlier. As the date approached the guys in the office were hyping it up, but Ashley was nervous. We had never hosted such a big group before and of course I had told her it was important to make a good impression, especially with Robert, my new boss.
We told people to start arriving around 3pm, and early that afternoon we were putting out some food and drinks for the pending crowd. I noticed Ashley downing a couple of glasses of wine to help relax her. She certainly looked hot, having ditched the glasses and let her hair down. She was covering up her bathing suit with a sarong wrapped tightly around her, one that did little to hide her amazing body.
A couple of guys who worked for me arrived first, both with girlfriends in tow and a couple of bottles of wine. Benny arrived next, and Ashley seemed happy to see a familiar face. She actually greeted him with a kiss on the lips, which surprised both Benny and I. Benny noted how great she looked and joined the others in the backyard.
Soon we had about 20 people at our place. It was a young crowd, with everyone but my boss under 35. It was mostly men, but the girls who were there were all attractive, and wearing very little, so there was a lot of eye candy.
The two girls who got the most attention were also the two who seemed to be drinking the most, Janice and my Ashley. Janice was our new receptionist, a petite Asian who seemed quite comfortable wearing a bathing suit in front of all her new bosses. She and Ashley had made a few tours taking shots around to the group, and they participated as many of them were downed. Ashley soon lost her sarong, and I was surprised to see that she had chosen a red bikini that she was usually too shy to wear on the beach. It gave everyone an appreciation for her large, perky tits, and exposed as much ass as it covered.
As the afternoon progressed I couldn't help but notice that there were a few liberties being taken as Ashley and Janice walked amongst the group. The guys who did not bring dates seemed happy to have the scantily clad girls around, and there were a number of hands that were grazing or even squeezing their asses. I thought I should say something but didn't want to make a scene, especially when I saw Robert, who is the Managing Director of our firm, allow his hand to linger on Ashley's ass for a good length of time. I knew I had told Ashley to ensure Robert was having a good time, and she certainly seemed to be attentive, laughing at his jokes, touching his arm. Robert seemed well tended to, and I was pretty sure I saw a bulge in his preppy shorts as he blatantly stared down at Ashley's tits.
Janice came by with shots and we both had one. She stood very close and I admired her tight little body as she giggled. She whispered to me how lucky I was to have a hot wife like Ashley. I looked over to find Ashley in the crowd and saw her with a group of three men by the pool. Her bathing suit had ridden up her ass so it was almost like a g-string now, exposing both her plump cheeks. I wondered how that had happened and why she didn't notice.
When I saw her head back into the house I made sure I caught up with her and asked if everything was ok. Clearly drunk, with her face flushed she laughed and told me the party was going very well. She said she didn't know how much fun all my work colleagues were, and noted that Robert was very charming. I started to tell her that her nipple was poking out a little from her top but she didn't seem to hear me, and stumbled back outside to join the party.
I stood in the kitchen a while wondering how I could get Ashley to take a break and sober up, but my thought were interrupted by a big cheer. I went to the door and saw a crowd gathered around Ashley and Janice, who were holding each other, their bodies pressed together a little.
"Kiss, kiss!" the crowd cheered.
