"What a surprise! I never thought she would be in the unemployment line. She has such a good attitude and is smart."
"When there's no work it doesn't matter how good you are."
Heading to the stairs I notice my wife is a little wobbly too, and recall she had kept ahead of me in drinks too.
"You look a little too stairs for the drunk, maybe I should carry you to bed also."
"Ooh, my strong man, that would be mahvalous!" she said with a naughty smile. "It sure looked nice when you carried Natalie up."
I carry my wife up to our bed and also begin noticing things about her. She is wearing the bra I like best that highlights her soft mounds. As well as the thigh high stockings that are usually reserved for more formal occasions. All wrapped up in her close fitting elegant purple dress, just right to look nice without being formal.
"I think maybe I ought to help you into nothing more comfortable."
In our bedroom I make a production of slowly undressing my wife. Standing her up so she is holding onto the dresser, I move behind her and work my hands up and down her sides and back gently caressing her figure and ticklish places. Then I start down the tiny buttons on her back. One by one revealing another peak of her and kiss her creamy skin after each button.
When all the buttons are loose, I slide the dress straps off her shoulders and make sure to fondle her contained melons on the way down. Draping her gown over the dresser, I continue the process.
Still behind her, I reach around to really give her boobs some attention, hefting and softly bouncing them in their lacy form. Rubbing my fingers gently over the see-through-thin black lace to wake up her nipples. As they begin to extend I graze over them delicately, lingering when her breath reveals her appreciation. I finally get back to the task at hand and unhook her bra, setting it with her gown.
Standing there in her black lace g-string with black stockings leaning against the dresser and her ample breasts fully exposed and heavily swaying as she lightly rocks back and forth seductively, my progressing arousal turns into a raging hard on. But the task is not done yet.
I step back up behind her rubbing my stiffness against her supple booty. Wrapping my hands around her, starting again at her swaying knockers I quickly move my hands down over her soft belly to her short trimmed patch. Reaching under her lace, I begin the game of getting her ready for action, only to find she is already most of the way there. Snaking a finger between her folds I find ample wetness to spread around and over my fingers. Using her juices I give her clit some gentle attention until I feel it respond and harden, then I get more aggressive. In long firm strokes I grind against her clitoris. Then the tip of my middle finger catches in her snatch, she wants real attention.
Again I gradually move her from gentle stimulation to full rough fingering. Just my middle finger twirling around, preparing and opening. Then adding another to plunge up into her half way. With two fingers probing and rocking in and out while my palm presses her clit and folds, gaining more and more depth. Then two fingers are not enough and even a third needs added gyration to hit all her aching folds.
"Whew, we better take a break there. And I have got to get my tongue around that rod poking my cheeks!"
In one motion she quickly sinks to her knees and spins around. Whipping my belt open and dropping my pants and boxers faster than I can believe. With my pants around my ankles she pushes me backward until I fall on the bed. Wasting no time she scrambles up between my knees and starts slurpping all along my shaft. She runs her tongue up and down and around, then takes just the cap in fully, circling with her tongue, tickling the ridge under the helmet. Stroking with her hand up and down my length, pumping me into her mouth. Twisting and curling with her wrist to increase the sensations and alter the pattern.
She normally skips foreplay and just jumps on, so getting to watch her bob up and down for awhile added, to the undressing, and even with alcohol had me about ready to pop.
She loves to tease however, so multiple times she would bring me right to the edge and stop. She also knows repeated close-calls increases my load which she enjoys.
"Mmm... Ohhhh...."
"Hey! Don't wake Natalie or the kids!"
"The kids are down the hall, and Natalie is too drunk to hear."
My beautiful wife finally let go of my soaked dick, slid off her G-string, but left her stockings on, and climbed on top of me. Knees by my ribs she carefully lowered herself onto me. One hand down between us, stroking me and guiding my cock into her ready opening. In only a couple strokes our pelvises are grinding together, simultaneously filling her deeply and rubbing her clit.
I reach up and massage both her milky mounds and was rewarded with small trickles of her milk. Our youngest child was just being weaned and that finally let me play with the excesses, which I thoroughly enjoy. There is just nothing like the light sweet taste of milk spraying out of my wife. I grope her for a bit while I grind into her but it is too difficult to get my mouth on them so I roll her onto her back.
Then paused just for an instant to free my ankles for better grip. Getting back to it we are both getting close so I assure alignment and shove into her, getting a satisfying grunt in response. Cock fully buried and pounding her, I arched my back so I could really get after her mammaries. The more we went on the more milk was flowing. As the right sprayed under suction, the left dribbled and puddled. So back and forth I went trying to avoid losing any to the sheets.
Her breathing speeds up into shallow gasps with soft grunts, and knew that it was time to finish up. So I let her glorious milkers run while I bring my mouth to hers. Passionately our mouths meet in the familiar way and we heavily breath into each other. Finally she went after my tongue sucking it into her mouth, and that set her off. In only a couple more strokes her twat was convulsing and twitching around my full cock still pounding her hard.
I swear there is an electric tingle from her that I can never withstand. Stroking to the last instant, I withdraw and ground my balls on her bush, throwing jet after jet of my seed onto her heaving belly. Strings of white goo spread from her patch, over her soft belly, in her belly button, and up to the undersides of milky boobs, to mingle with her own puddles on her chest.
"Ohhhh... that was so hot! I just love watching you blast onto me like that! And my boobs! Feeling the milk flow out with your boner buried in me... mmmm."
"YOU were so hot tonight, that dress, and stockings, with my favorite bra... oooh!"
"Well something gave you a bigger load than usual. Does it happen to have anything to do with our smokin hot inebriated guest one door down?"
"Well, maybe a little..." I hear my drunken self admitting.
"Oh, really! ...Well, I guess she was particularly gorgeous tonight. I have to find out what perfume she wears cause I love it! And that silk shirt..."
