Well, to be honest, I really have no one to blame but myself. After accepting a job that kept me out of town 5 days a week, I feared that my wife's needs weren't going to be met by me coming home only on the weekends. After doing this routine for over 2 years, our relationship had changed over time, and I sort of thought for the better, as we were having some pretty great sex on the weekends. But what I was soon to come to realize was that during the week, my wife began to turn work appointments into much more than work.
Now, I've always encouraged my wife to dress sexier than what she would choose to on her own, because she has a beautiful face, a great smile, but she has amazing tits, which gets her lots of attention. There have been times when we go out of town and I try to get her to wear short skirts and no bra or panties, so I might be able to get her drunk enough to flash other guys. My biggest secret fantasy is to see a young black guy fucking my wife and making her cum until she is completely exhausted, but normally she is pretty conservative and in her job, she needs to keep a very professional image. I recently told her about a certain blue dress that I love, which is short and sparkly and I told her about a dream that I had about her wearing it with nothing at all on underneath it, which I tell you, would make those spectacular tits just mind blowing luscious to everyone that got to see her in it. But I doubted that would ever happen.
So, a few months ago, I get home on Friday night at about 10pm, and I expected to be greeted by my wife, as normal. Have a little dinner, a glass of wine, watch a little TV, go to bed. But when I get there, there is a note for me saying that she was meeting a potential client for dinner and that she might be a little late but to wait up for her, so I did. At just before 1am, I hear a car door close outside and I can hear the click of shoe heels coming up onto the porch and walking towards the front door. So I'm sitting there on the living room couch and she walks in, kisses me on the top of my head and dashes past me for the bathroom, saying she really has to pee. By the way she's walking, I can tell she's had a few drinks and is a little tipsy. So after a minute or two, she pops out of the bathroom and heads straight into the bedroom, without saying a word. So I give her a minute or two, I walk into the bedroom, hoping that I might get lucky, and find her under the covers rolling over away from me, saying that she drank too much and needed to get to sleep.
So the next morning, after sleeping in quite a bit, she explains that she lost track of time after a few too many drinks with her dinner. After her meeting, she said that she ran into a friend and stayed and hung out with him. I asked her if it was someone that I knew, and she said no, that he was a colleague that I had not met but once they got talking shop, time just flew by and she knew that she had too much to drink and asked him for a ride home so she didn't have to risk a DUI, which he was glad to do. So later in the day, after going to pick up her car together, she started to hint around that her friend that she was hanging out with was flirting with her a little bit, which she blamed on the drinks. Since I think it's kind of a turn on seeing guys flirt with my beautiful wife, I wasn't going to give her a hard time about it, and told her that was no big deal with me, that she's a beautiful woman and I can't blame him for flirting with her in those kinds of circumstances, since I know that she would never cheat and that our marriage is strong.
About 2 or 3 weeks later, I get a phone call while I'm driving home and she tells me that she's going to have dinner with another prospect and that she shouldn't be late this time. I say "no problem", of course and look forward to seeing her when I get there. But when I get there, she's still not back. So I wait up as long as I can and start to fall asleep on the couch, when I hear a car door slam and heels coming up with walkway again. I hear her fumbling with the key in the door lock for like 30 seconds, like she is having a problem and so I get up, unlock the door for her, open the door and there she is pretty drunk again, coming in past midnight. And to top it off, she's wearing that really hot blue dress that I told her that she would look totally hot in without anything else on underneath. She gives me a little peck on the cheek and races past me to the bathroom. But this time when she comes out, she comes back to give me a big hug and kiss. I can clearly see that she's pretty drunk and I ask her what happened to her getting home on time so we could hang out. She says that she didn't want to talk about it because she was really horny and wanted to make love, right then!
Well, that sounded pretty good to me, especially since she's wearing that dress. So, we sit down on the couch and start kissing and touching and I discover she's not wearing a bra, which was awesome! Then as things move on, I discover she isn't wearing panties either! So at this point I'm totally hard and we get into it hard and heavy. We take turns going down on each other, her first, then me on her, and she's totally wet. I mean really, really hot and wet. More wet than normal, is what I thought to myself, but I wasn't going to complain and I start eating her out, and we get to the rest of it and collapse after some really hot sex.