Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of completely fictional mind control, rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, consensually non-consensual (CNC), or non-consensual sex or scenarios.
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My wife was an alcoholic, a functional alcoholic maybe and she was an alcoholic before we got married. Why did I marry her then, because there was that window when she was drunk that the sex was fantastic. Before we were married the sex was ok if she hadn't been drinking. After we were married, there wasn't enough sober sex to draw a conclusion.
Liz could knock back a bottle or two of wine every night. Once she emptied a five liter box in two nights. She started talking about children three years into our marriage and I refused unless she joined AA. That fight lasted maybe a year and at one point I moved out. Liz still refused AA or to do anything about her drinking, but she agreed to have her tubes tied.
There was something about a drunk Liz that curtailed my own drinking, especially going out drinking with her. Her gal pals liked going out drinking with her and it was GNO every other Friday. I never knew how drunk she would be when she came in. On a good night, she would be hot for sex, and everything was on the table. She would even give up her ass on those nights. There were a lot of nights that she couldn't remember having sex the next morning, except finding her panties full of my come or her ass was sore.
Neither a woman nor a man can drink that much alcohol and not have an effect on their body. For Liz, it started with her thighs, then her ass and finally her belly. It took a minute for her belly to catch up when she rolled over. There was less and less to love in Liz, and I tried telling her that she was drinking our marriage away, but she ignored me. I assumed she didn't care.
