At first you saw the flickering headlights pan across the bedroom wall, then darkness filled the room again. Outside a taxi drove away. The bedside clock read 2:15AM on its red digital display. A key fumbled in the lock, before someone crept up the staircase. The haphazard creaking and bursts of muffled laughing told you that she was at least a little tipsy, if not totally drunk.
At last she entered the room, found the switch for the lamp and stood before you, looking much the worse for wear. Her make-up was smudged, especially around her lips, which were almost a crimson goo. Her hair was a tangled mess, her clothes loose, disheveled and tarty looking. In fact, she looked as if she had just been ravished. Her opening words told you that if she had been, she had most certainly enjoyed it...
"Well darling I'm home, did you miss me?" she sniggers, swigging from an open bottle of red wine at the same time. You do not respond, as you can tell she is seeking a confrontation. She proceeds to unzip her knee-length black boots one at a time, her spit-through micro skirt riding up with each movement - giving you a flash of her thin white silk panties with each movement. This she knows, and proceeds to make a meal of the task in hand. Her long blond hair sways back and forth, until her boots are finally off and land with a resounding thump on the floor. She throws her head back defiantly and swigs more wine from the bottle. You stare at the ceiling, trying to ignore her as best you can.
She knows only too well that you are dying to f**k her, having denied you these last long weeks. Going out tonight with her 'friends' was the last straw, but you made no issue of it then, as you simply want to save your marriage. Sure, you had tried other women in the past, but they simply couldn't compete with her in the bedroom. This is what kept you from seeking a divorce, as her behaviour got gradually worse in recent years...
The excitement of her wild behaviour was like a drug, and from the first time you met her you knew you were hopelessly addicted. A game that was once innocent and fun was now dangerously out-of-control. Still, you weren't going to make an issue of it now either. She'd soon fall asleep half-drunk you hoped, as you pretended to have fallen asleep before her...
Little chance of that, as she climbs on top of you, legs astride your chest and her skirt riding up again. The heat from her pussy is impossible to ignore, through the thin wall of silk that separates her skin from yours. You open your eyes to see she has unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a chain of purple hickie marks from her neck to the line of her bra-cupped breasts. Shocked as you are, your cock springs immediately to attention.
"Surprised?" she asks, jiggling her breasts beneath that bra, taunting you with her infidelity. She drinks more wine, this time performing fake oral sex on the neck of the bottle, twirling her tongue around the rim slowly, staring into your eyes all the while, as she slowly allows the rich red liquid to run in and out of her mouth, down her chin and onto her hickie-covered milk jugs. Again you look away, hoping she will soon succumb to sleep. There will be hell for her to pay later when you quiz her, come the morning...
She climbs further up your body, until her panties are right above your nose. The smell of her feminine juices fills your nostrils, as she slowly unzips her micro-skirt and discards it on the floor. Dressed now only in her panties from the waist down, the sight of her golden pubic hair poking out from the lacy trim edges of sheer silk makes your cock even harder. You ache to reach out and grab the two little strings that hold her panties and just rip them off, but still you resist with all your might. She sips more wine and allows it to fall from her mouth, this time running down her cleavage, past her smooth naked belly, over her panties and down onto your own mouth. Your tongue reacts automatically and licks the liquid that has traveled over the length of her goddess body away.
Then pulling her panty gusset quickly to one side, she lowers her swollen exposed cunt onto your mouth, rubbing it slowly 'round and 'round, until you can take no more and start to probe her oily lips with your tongue. You find her clit and lash it, as she lets more wine dribble down, mixing it with her juices, fucking your face harder and harder...
