Where to start to tell about another night my wife went wild. We had been married about six or seven years at the time. My wife is a short blond amazing woman. She had at that time already had two kids and looked so hot as your perfect MILF. Short lady, blonde hair just past her shoulders, large D cup breasts that had big dark brown nipples topped off with curvy hips you wanted to grab onto and pound. Wherever my wife went men would stare and comment on how good looking and sensual she was. Not sexy, sensual. The way she moved, the way she carried herself and her confidence combined with showing off some of her cleavage or her stocking clad legs always ensured men, and even women, were always looking at her and hitting on her.
I worked days and my wife worked part time in the evenings. I would get home and take over the kids while she went to work. After being at home all day and then with the kids I was happy she found her escape in work, and work that was flexible for her time. When she asked about going out for drinks after work with the girls I encouraged it and told her she needed to do more of that and to have fun. I did not think it would lead to her having a series of adventures.
Long story short the girls at her office always wanted my wife along as she attracted men to the table. They figured as the married woman after she attracted the men and then said she was married the guys would turn to the girls. My wife, as she told me many years later, instead never said she was married and would drink, smoke and dance. She never smoked at home and was what we call a drinking smoker. She also liked hard liquor not wine. So when she drank her drink of choice was southern comfort and as you can imagine a short little 5 foot lady doesn't need much southern comfort before her inhibitions are gone and she stops caring about being married. She used to call it southern fuck up and was so damn cute when she was half on the bag.
There were a few late nights with her coming home having had too much to drink. A few times someone from work dropped her off and we would have to go get her car the next day. I never saw the person from work drop her off. The reason I never saw who dropped her off is that when I say late nights, I mean early mornings. Bars closed at 1 am and she would roll in around 2 am.