New Years Eve had begun much milder than it had ended. My wife and I had decided for a quiet dinner and then possibly a little time drinking after. I may have anticipated the ālittle time drinkingā part to be an underestimation as I love spending time out with my wife.
My wife Marie is a beautiful thirty five year old woman. In the eleven years we have been together I never tire of marveling at how sexy she can be. Marie is 5ā6ā and weighs 130 lbs. She has āBā cup breasts which are so pert I can only describe them as perfect. Marieās long brunette hair frames her sexy hazel eyes. I think Marie still turns as many heads at thirty five as she did at twenty five.
Part of the enjoyment that comes from nights out with Marie are the changes in her personality that I sometimes get to see. Our sex life has always been incredible. In fact we had sex every day for the first three years of our relationship. But, it is always the nights when Marie drinks that our sex life takes on a new dimension. Marie can often be reserved and proper. She enjoys sex but treats it in a somewhat conservative manner. When Marie drinks a little though she opens herself up to my encouragement and her sexuality can nearly explode from her. It is only times like this that I have seen her aggressive side. We have had many adventures through the years that we both look back on fondly on.
On this night in particular Marie came down the stairs ready for our dinner date. She had on snug jeans that hugged her curves and framed her ass perfectly. She wore a low cut white tank top that let out a peek of her pert breasts. Over the tank top she wore a lightweight white shirt which she buttoned midway up. The medium size heels on her boot shoes completed a very sexy look. As I handed Marie her leather jacket my only thoughts were of undressing my sexy wife, not covering her up further. However, as reservations were waiting we hurried to our car and were out for the evening.
Dinner was quiet and uneventful. We had a good meal with a couple of drinks. I was drinking beer while Marie chose Margaritaās. During dinner we had small talk about the kids and work but my mind kept wondering to Marieās open blouse. She looked perfect sitting across from me. As dinner went on I wasnāt interested in much besides being alone with my wife. However, the margaritaās were talking for Marie and she was insisting that we find at least a little New Years fun.
As we left the restaurant we decided to stop by my brother Davidās house to see what they were doing that evening. We decided to grab a case of beer in case the four of us decided to do some drinking before going out.
David is three years younger than me. He and his wife Ann always have struck me as somewhat of an odd couple. David is 6ā 3ā and weighs about 235#. He is a very large man. Ann on the other hand is very small. She is probably only 5ā 3ā and weighs about 115#. Ann has shoulder length blonde hair. Her breasts are bigger than Marieās or at least appear that way on her small frame. She is a pretty woman but not nearly as sexy as my Marie.
When we arrived at David and Annās they were having a quiet evening in front of the television. With a little encouragement they quickly decided they were up for sharing a few beers with us. We talked, laughed, watched television, and drank beer in their living room for the next two hours. We were having a great time and everybody was getting a little looser from the beer. Marie and Ann decided that we should just bring in the New Year at their house and avoid any of the hassle that comes from the bars. David and I were content to do just that. It was about 10:00 when Ann got up to put their son to bed. While she was doing this David suggested we play some cards. That sounded good to both Marie and I as the New Years Eve programming on television was not too appealing.
The card games started out as pretty uneventful. We were trying to teach Ann to play Euchre but she seemed to really struggle. She was Marieās partner and was playing so badly that winning wasnāt even that fun for David and me. About midway through the game Ann became so frustrated that she said she was not going to play anymore. We sat at kitchen table for awhile drinking and talking until David suggested a card game called Ring of Fire. Marie and I were completely unfamiliar with this game and had to have the rules laid out for us. In a nutshell it was a drinking game where rules were made and drinks taken for not following the rules. Obviously, the more people drink the less they can follow the rules and end up having to drink even more.