The buzz we had was still going strong. Apparently we weren't the only ones that had that problem. One of my young co-workers had a little more than he should have and was showing my wife a little extra attention. Who could blame him with her in her short summer sun dress almost forty years old with muscular tan legs and a tight body that any twenty year old woman would love to have. I noticed the flirting early on in the evening but didn't do anything to interfere. If she wanted it to stop him, she would have but by the way she looked at him each time they talked I knew she was getting turned on by it.
As the evening wore on I think I was getting as turned on watching my wife flirt with a twenty three year old as much as she was. The thin material dress clung to her nice tight butt when she walked and I saw him stealing glances as often as he could. Under that summer dress I could only imagine how wet she was getting from the attention he was paying her. In the past she had revealed that deep down inside there was a cougar that on occasion wanted out. The more she drank, the more she teased him. I could tell he definitely had his sights set on my hot wife and I just sat back and watched things unfold.
Now everyone was gone except her new friend, my co-worker Mike. He was in no condition to drive so I told him to stay the night and he could drive home tomorrow. Not surprisingly my wife was in total agreement with this but she wasn't in any better shape than he was. It was all I could do to get her to bed before she passed out on me. As I got her in bed I could hear Mike in the kitchen. I went in to clear away a few glasses as he finished off what was left of the snacks from the party and in a few minutes he had disappeared down the hallway towards the master bathroom in our bedroom. The next thing I knew I found him on the floor.
I guess the drinks had finally caught up with him. Now in being not in much better shape than him or my wife I pulled him up from the floor and managed to somewhat get him on his feet but he fell back against the foot of the bed and that was as far as I managed to get him. I thought to hell with trying to move him anymore so I pulled him beside my drunk, passed out wife who was in the middle of the bed still in her dress. I called it a night and crawled in bed on the other side of her.