I have read some erotic stories and I think some of them are bullshit. Bored horny men write these stories about their own fantasies and expect people to believe them. Needless to say, I was skeptical. Just when I was about to give up on any of these stories actually happening, I had an unbelievable erotic experience.
It was a few years ago. I had a hard time processing the feelings I had after what happened. After a few years, I went to a marriage counselor because of the guilt. You see, we are both active mormons and this is not what good mormons do.
The counselor suggested I write my story. That it would help me move passed the guilt if I got it out of my head. Well, I can't tell any of my friends or family so here it goes.
I'm not a writer, so don't read this if you are expecting a perfectly written story. And don't judge me for what happened. I can't change the passed and I am still married to my beautiful wife. So, all's well that ends well.
My wife, Kelly, and I had been out to a valentine's Day work party. It was at a Dueling piano lounge. It was a really fun. We are both into music. I mean, really into music. She's a concert pianist and I play guitar and write music. So the times we go out to the lounge are really fun. We don't drink alcohol but we don't need to in order to have fun.
Kelly is 39, 5'2" and about 105 lbs. She is definitely petite and beautiful. Oh, my! She is adorable. Perfect facial features with a smile that melts your heart. Light brown, long, silky hair frames her face just perfect. Her hours of playing with our children, gardening, and yard work has given her the most incredible ass. She literally has a cheerleader's ass. Can't tell you how much I love looking at her butt and then feeling it. I catch guys getting whiplash trying to look at her ass when we pass them on the street, and not just guys our age. College boys seem to notice also.
As I said, we never drink. If you came to visit, you would be surprised to find our home has zero alcohol. If you can remember back when you had your first alcoholic drink and how hard it hit you, then you can understand better what happened to us.
On the night in question, Kelly had just finished an insane week. More than her share of stress at work, the kids had semester finials that she helped them all prepare for, and her parents had gotten into a serious fight. Her dad spent a couple nights sleeping on our couch.
So Friday night when we went out for date night, she was really letting it all hang out.
She wore a sexy red sheer dress that I love. Oh my! She is so sexy in her red dress. It makes me so horny when she wears it. Not that it's slutty or anything. It's just that she looks like a million bucks. There is a slit up the side. When she moves just right its possible to see her panties.
Enough of the background, let's get to the good stuff. So here's what happened on this Friday night when our two girls were spending the weekend at my parents.
We went out to the Dueling Piano club, laughed and drank fruit punch. At the time, I thought they put Sprite in it because it had a little kick.
We had such a good time. Perhaps it was the stress of the week or that fight her parents got into, but for what ever reason, we both really needed the release of having a good time. We drank the "Non-alcoholic fruit punch." Boy was it good, and the more we drank the more fun we were having. We were also exposed to 2nd hand marijuana. One of Kelly's co-workers pointed out the distinctive smell. But he said it would not effect us.
Well, after having such a great night, we called for the taxi to take us home. We both put fruit punch in a paper coffee cups so she wouldn't have to throw it away. Taxi driver probably thought we were drinking coffee. Of course I now realize the punch was spiked, but at the time we were clueless. She was drunk before we left the club. We finished our fruit punch on the way home. We were still laughing, being politically incorrect, and well, just being silly. By the time the taxi stopped at our house, Kelly was almost past out.
I was so drunk, I almost couldn't get out of the back seat. As a former college line backer, 6'3" and 255 lbs, when I can't get myself out of the car, nobody is going to get me out of the car.
This was our predicament when the taxi pulled up to our house. Even though I felt great, it was a struggle to get out of the taxi. Looking at the driver, I figured he would offer to help us into our house, but no such shivery coming from Mr. Foreign born, strong accent, driver. When I asked for help, he said it was against policy or some bullshit.
Just as my temper was about to trigger, our neighbor boys came to our rescue. The twins, Tim and Tom were probably 19 years old at the time. They must have been home from college because I hadn't seen them in several months.
"Hey, Mr. Engles," one of them said, "can we help?" They both kind of giggled when I tried to explain that we were fine. However, I couldn't form a full sentence. Without being asked, Tim grabbed Kelly and Tom took my arm and guided me into the house. My legs were like mush. It was really a struggle to get from the taxi to the house.
"You guys are really drunk," Tom said as he helped me into the house. My reply made them both laugh, "No, we aren't drunk, we only drank fruit punch."
They were about to leave, when Tim laughed and pointed out that Kelly wasn't going anywhere by herself. I remember Tim asking "where the bedroom?" Try as I may, I couldn't make a coherent sentence. So Tom continued to assist me and Tim carried Kelly to our room.
I think my wife was still talking at this point, because I think I remember her thanking the boys and then telling them that we owed them big time. "How can we pay you back?" was one thing she said that I remember. Tim told her just letting them help her into bed was pay back enough. Kelly said, "I can't sleep with my clothes on..." and I think she was then out cold.
As big and strong as I am, I couldn't manage to get even one button undone on Kelly's blouse. I believe I tried before Tom helped me into the chair that is at the foot of our bed. Once I was comfortably seated, Tim started to unbutton my wife's blouse, and didn't stop until she was completely naked. It made me really horny watching these two kids strip my wife's clothes off.