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In the past during casual evening encounters at their house across the street, Tom always poured the wine generously, especially for his wife Ingrid and my former wife Nancy. Tonight, he was drinking in customary fashion, but it was Ingrid making sure my glass remained filled from the first bottle. I had already noticed she was braless, something notably unusual for her. As was the fact she was wearing a thin skirt, helping draw my attention away from her chest whenever she moved her legs. When Tom went to pee, she suggested opening a second bottle.
Adding it would help Tom get drunk like he used to with my ex wife in an unexpectedly suggestive tone, gazing directly at me. They certainly did get drunk I said, Nancy normally not being much of a drinker except around Tom. Ingrid said that Tom cannot resist getting women drunk whenever the opportunity arose, something she could understand.
She stood, bending in front of me to pick up the empty bottle, grinning and saying she would not mind us getting drunk together like that either. When she walked into the kitchen, I could not see any panties outline, leading to the sort of thoughts that are much easier to entertain after a couple of glasses of wine. Hearing her pop the cork, fairly confident that getting a good look at her unrestrained breasts as she returned would not be considered impolite. We have lounged together naked in their jacuzzi, so it was not as if I was unaware of the shape and size of her pretty breasts.
The way free breasts move is delightful whether exposed or covered by a top. Nancy often went braless, but in Ingrid's case, I can only remember two times seeing her braless, one time being getting the mail in a short night shirt, where it was obvious she was not wearing panties either. They have roughly the same sized and shaped breasts, however, allowing for Ingrid's breasts being almost always covered, Nancy nipples would get much harder, something easily noticed when she wore a thin or tight shirt. Or a loose one that made it easy to look down her blouse. Ironically, her nipples being erect indicated nothing about her state, but the sight could cause a reaction in onlookers.
Returning, Ingrid bent low to fill Tom's glass almost to the top, providing a gorgeous look down her shirt. Turning, she stepped close to me. Pouring, her shoulder brushed me while again noticing her nicely displayed braless tits, not hiding how I was enjoying the provided view. When she straightened, my glass was 2/3 filled, her asking if the amount was correct. Replying perfectly correct, continuing to watch while she poured the same amount into her glass, standing quite close. Tom still had not returned, her ass temptingly near before turning and sitting in her chair. Almost as if inviting a light caress, a thought appearing on its own, pleasantly stirring my cock.
Raising our glasses together, we sipped, Ingrid wondering aloud where her husband was, considering the wine waiting for him. Making me joke that as long as we did not have any dark chocolate, things should be fine. Ingrid smiled, as one of the times that Tom had gotten Ingrid and Nancy thoroughly drunk had involved him throwing up after sharing some dark chocolate. That also being the time that Ingrid and Nancy had kissed in front of him, a shared secret between all of us. Though due to the chocolate, nothing further developed. This topic was veering a bit close to certain things never discussed with Ingrid. My former wife had considered her fairly zealous in terms of marital fidelity, so the times Nancy and Tom had fooled around were not talked about. At least with Ingrid.
Being close neighbors, my former wife's wisdom in this regard had appeared sound to me, even when privately explaining in our bed what happened at different times. Descriptions that always turned me on as she knew, a pattern started from the very first time she came home from their house completely drunk as I lay in bed. Turning on the light, clumsily taking off her skirt and getting naked, giggling "I could have had a threesome" loudly before getting into bed, taking my already stiff cock into her mouth.
Moving up to kiss as she stroked my wet cock, the fruity and to me deliciously sexy taste she gets when really wasted after drinking wine was unmistakable. Just like how juicy her pussy was even before beginning to finger her, another side effect of alcohol that she does not like to admit to when sober. Nancy tended to consider sex the sort of primitive subject proper people did not admit to enjoying. When drunk, as Tom had undoubtedly guessed, she had a very different attitude.
That initial time, the wine certainly loosened her tongue too. She began to shift, holding my stiff cock as she unsteadily straddled me, eyes on my face. "Tom kissed me in front of Ingrid," she half sighed, "she was really out of it." With my cock head now touching her slit, I asked how out of it? She slid my cock slit against her clit, something we both love, answering Tom didn't care. Her slurred words were not especially coherent as precum made my cock head exquisitely slippery, but hearing her talk about Tom feeling her up was more exciting than how she had stripped and immediately gone down on me.
She explained how she put her hand on his thigh, moaning but not as hard as you now, grinning a bit at the word play. Sensing her being in a rare mood, wondering how far she would go in talking openly slutty with me. So Ingrid saw your sexy tits being played with by her husband, all of you drunk?
Real wasted, she groaned, but they are neighbors. Neighbors who are probably having hot sex like we are, I responded, hearing her moan as my cock head slid between her slippery open lips. "Did Tom touch between your open legs" I asked, feeling how she sank down along my shaft, "in front of his drunk wife?" Her response was to beg "fuck me, bump me, deeper, bump me hard" as she started riding me. "Bump me" being her preferred naughty euphemism for what she wanted.
Nancy came right before I did, her contractions matching my pulsing orgasm perfectly. Unusually, after a moment, she just lifted herself off me, saying that was perfect, rolling over without putting anything on or cleaning herself, quickly falling asleep in relaxed satisfaction. Something natural with previous lovers, but exceedingly uncommon with her. Over the following years, my wife and Tom were involved in various drunken encounters that she believed Ingrid never needed to hear about.
In the present, Ingrid began to talk a bit about Nancy, moving her chair closer when asking about how faithful she had been as a wife. Several years had passed since getting divorced, the wine was definitely affecting us, her curiosity a bit arousing, especially the way she put her hand on my thigh. Quite near my now obviously growing length, prompting a straightforward answer, not considering any implications from the past.
