The night air was cool as we walked out of the club but we barely noticed, the drinks had really dulled the senses and the evenings' entertainment had our minds on things other than the weather. John had come home on leave from the army and a boys night out had seemed like a really good plan except now it was 3:00 A.M. and we were pretty drunk not to mention pretty horny. Against my better judgment we decided to call my wife JoAnn. After about ten minutes of serious bitching she agreed to pick us up but not before making it clear that the strippers in the club were going to be the last bare titties I was going to see for a while.
The ride home loosened JoAnn up a little, John and I are very happy drunks, and as we got closer to the house I started thinking that a little two on one might make for a fun end for the evening. The only problem with my plan was my sweet little wife still wanted to be mad at me, although we had mellowed her out a little with our drunken antics on the way home she still wouldn't respond to my advances. Every time I would put a hand on her thigh or try to cup her firm little titty she would push my hand away or move my arm from around her.
JoAnn and I had only been married about a year but we had been dating for three years before that and the one thing I knew is that, at twenty, she was the only woman that I'd ever met with a sex drive equal to my own and it wouldn't take to much convincing to get her in the mood. Sure enough by the end of the thirty minute ride to the house, though she still would not admit it, she was ready for a good hard fuck. The only thing left now was to convince her to take me AND my best friend at the same time, that proved a little trickier . . . but not much.