Last time, I blamed it on her birthday. Lots of alcohol, a very late night, and an almost understandable confusion. That was the combination that led me to fucking my wife while she thought it was my son-in-law. Maybe it wasn't completely understandable, but at the same time I had no right to be jealous. I had taken full advantage of her... including her tight asshole... while letting her think whatever it was she was imagining at the time. Luckily it was all forgotten. At least by her. I think.
This time, it was the New Year's Eve party. Another occasion for lots of drinking of which we both had more than our own fair share. The next day, a voice in the back of my head was saying - and almost hoping - that this might be becoming a habit. I blamed it on the alcohol, again But I knew it wasn't just that.
When we were getting ready for the party, she had held up two dresses to see which one I liked. Both were short, but one was very short and was so tiny that I knew she would look super sexy in it. I pushed her to wear it. She hesitated, but I insisted and after more cajoling she put the other one back into the closet. It was almost an hour later before she came out of the bathroom after getting all ready. On top of that sexy dress, her hair and makeup were perfect. She looked so good that I was practically drooling. My obvious pleasure at seeing her made her happy, but she stood in front of a mirror turning from side to side and around and around for a short time studying herself. "You're sure it's not showing too much?" she asked. "Can you see my panties?"
I told her that it showed off a lot, but the dress was long enough to cover her panties. What I didn't tell her is that the combination of the tiny dress, the high heels, the choker necklace, the smoky eyes, and the big dangling earrings made her look like a delicious little slut. A fucktoy, one might even say. Finally I said to her, "It's New Year! Let's have some fun!" So off we went. The party was at the house of Bernie and his wife. The night was young even though the current year was getting old.
The party was super fun. Everyone was having a good time. The countdown at midnight was a festive affair and we all grabbed someone to kiss. I grabbed my wife, but a moment later our friend, Bernie, grabbed her too. I didn't mind. I grabbed his wife and kissed her, too. It was all part of the celebration. But later, after midnight and with the party still in full swing, I was having a hard time finding my wife. After a short time, I saw her walking down the stairs, champagne bottle in hand. She stumbled towards me from across the room. "You lied to me," she said, her eyes all glassy and slurring her words as she talked.
"What do you mean?" I asked. I had no idea what she was talking about at first.
She put her arms up around my neck and kissed me hard then she pressed the rest of her body into me, even lifting a leg to rub herself hard against my crotch. She put her mouth next to my ear and in a loud whisper said, "You lied to me about my panties. You told me that you couldn't see them under my dress."
Sensing that she was being sexy and playful, i pulled her back up the same stairs, passing our friend Bernie along the way as he made his way down. A small alarm went off in my head, but I put it aside as I pulled her into a nearby bedroom and closed the door. "Let me check again," I said and turned her around so she faced the wall, pushing her forward. She took one more swig from the bottle before setting it down and cooperating perfectly, putting her hands on the wall and sticking out her sexy ass. The high heels helped put her at just the right position.
"Go ahead and look," she urged me. "But you definitely can't see them now. Take a look... You'll see what I mean." In this position, I didn't even need to slide her dress up to see what she meant. Her panties were gone and her bare, shaved pussy was in full view.
I slid her dress up slowly until her whole ass was exposed. "This is a surprise," I said to her as I slid a finger between her legs and along her pussy that was already slippery and wet. "What made you do that?"
She bit her lip at first as my finger teased around her opening. After a minute, though, she finally answered. "Bernie. Bernie made me," she finally said with a voice full of sex and desire.
The alarm bells went off a little louder. I always knew that our friend and my wife had a little thing for each other. I was never worried since Bernie was obviously dedicated to his own wife, but I knew there was a little magnetism between them. Still, this revelation made me wonder if I had got it wrong. "What do you mean? How did Bernie make you?" I asked her even as my finger kept probing her pussy.
Her words were slurred as she spoke. "He told me how good I looked in this dress, and then he said it was so short that my panties showed sometimes." She paused a minute and then reached back to grab my cock through my pants. "That's what you lied about," she said. "Bernie could see my panties. Probably all the other men could, too."
My wife being the object of so many men's attention made my cock grow much harder very fast. "I told him I could fix that problem," she said. She reached down and stroked my cock harder through my pants, almost purring as she felt how big it had become. "So, I went to the bathroom, took them off, and when I came back..." She paused a moment, turned around to face me before sliding down and squatting in front of me, spreading her legs open as she did. Her dress rode up and her pussy came back into view. "When I came back, I handed them to him."
"Wow!" I said and my cock grew even harder at the idea that another man was now in possession of my wife's panties. "Such a slutty thing to do!" I said to her and quickly unbuckled my belt then slid down my pants. My cock sprung out right in front of her eyes. "Doing things like that gives a man a lot of ideas."
My wife laughed and then with a mischievous look she reached out and stroked my cock with her hand. "What kind of ideas?" she asked with a voice of innocence even as I saw her slide a hand between her legs and start rubbing herself. She stuck her tongue out and licked the underside of the swollen head. "I hope you don't think you can take advantage of a girl who's a little drunk, do you?"
As she leaned forward to lick under my shaft again, I took her head in both my hands and pushed her down much further. "This kind of an idea," I said in a voice low and demanding. Her eyes widened in surprise at first, but she didn't try to pull away. She took the base of my cock with one of her hands to hold it straight out as she sucked it.
My wife sucks cock very well, but that night she was not just sucking my cock. That night, she was devouring it. Her earrings swayed as she thrust herself forward and back and at the same time started fingering herself even faster. She sucked for a while, eventually taking me so deep into her mouth and throat that she choked herself. I could see her throat bulge out and stretch the choker that she wore. As she pulled free and caught her breath, she used her hand to jack me off while staring at my cock. She reached over to grab the bottle next to her on the floor and once again took a big drink from it.
Putting the bottle aside, she opened her mouth and took me inside one more time. I was so close to coming that I knew I couldn't hold back if she kept it up. I pulled my cock from her mouth and at the same time pulled her back up to her feet. She stumbled towards me, laughing as she lost her balance and fell into me. She put her arms around my neck to keep from falling. It was obvious that she was not just a little drunk. She was very drunk. And that's when things once again got a little strange.
"I don't know what other ideas you have for me, but you have to give me back my panties before I leave," she said in a breathless voice with her mouth next to my ear. "I can't go home like this. What would I tell my husband?" My mind spun for a moment as I realized that she was once again confused about who she was with. She must have given Bernie her panties just before she came downstairs earlier. This was very much like the night of her birthday. She obviously didn't know who she was with. She thought I was Bernie.
It didn't take long for me to figure out how to respond. I turned her around to once again face the wall, pushing her forward so her hands were holding her up. While this put her in the perfect position for fucking, it also had the effect of keeping her from looking at me. If she thought I was Bernie, I wanted to see if she would let him do with her whatever he wanted just like she had when she thought she was fucking my son-in-law, Kevin.
"I'll give them back, but not until I get something else I want," I said to her, taking on the role of our friend. My fingers once again slid down to her wet pussy. As I fingered her, I pushed her legs apart with my feet until she was spread wide.
She giggled a little. "What do you want?" she asked even as she arched her back a bit more and at the same time spread her legs wider. "Is it something I have?"
I leaned forward and put my mouth next to her ear. In a whisper, I said to her, "Yes, you have what I want." My fingers probed deeper into her. "But, are you going to be a good girl and not tell your husband?"
My wife shook her head. "No," she said in between heavy breathing. "No, I'm not a good girl. I'm bad," she breathed. "But, I promise I won't tell." Her admission to being a bad girl earned her a nice smack to her ass. She gasped, but thrust her ass even further out towards me. "Ooooh, yes," she moaned. "That's what I need. That's what a bad girl needs. I need to be punished."
