My wife, Bethany, and I have been married since our early 20's. Bethany is very sexy with a petite 5'4" frame, small tits, and the most perfect ass I have ever seen. Even with such a gorgeous wife, I have had a massive crush on my wife's best friend, Teagan, for a long time. She has been divorced for a couple of years after her husband cheated on her. Truly, that man made the biggest mistake I could ever imagine, because this woman is an absolute knock out. She is only about an inch taller than Bethany but with a much curvier figure. She has large tits and wide hips that makes up a curvy body which drives me absolutely crazy. My wife and I have recently entered our 30's, and Teagan is just about 10 years older than us. She really looks our age though, and people often mistake her and my wife for sisters when they are out. They also refer to each other as "B" and "T" often which I find pretty cute.
Ever since the divorce, T has been drinking a lot more. Whenever my wife goes out with her, she comes back pretty drunk. This isn't necessarily a problem for me because when my wife gets drunk, she gets horny. The nights after going out with T, she comes home ready to go, and it's some of the best sex we've had as a married couple. I'm not sure if it's the alcohol, hearing about T's single life as a divorcee, or a combination of both. But I encourage nights out with T whenever my wife mentions planning one. One day, Bethany asked me what I thought about T coming over and just hanging out at our house the next time rather than going out. I guess the girls were just after a quieter night in where they could both relax and drink without being surrounded by strangers in a loud club. I told her that was fine by me, I can entertain myself just fine. But my wife casually threw in at the end that T had mentioned I was welcome to join them with their drinks. That was interesting. I couldn't help but imagine drinking with the two girls, being able to check out my wife's drunk, sexy friend all night, and then pounding my horny wife the second we were alone. Honestly, it sounded fantastic.
The night came a couple weeks later, and T showed up to our house around 8 with a couple bottles of wine and some harder liquor to make mixed drinks with. She had on skin tight leather pants, open toed high heels, and a low-cut top that dared me not to look at her beautiful cleavage. "I thought this was a casual night in," my wife said with a chuckle.
"I always dress to impress, B. Even a night in with two friends is a good enough reason to look hot as hell," T responded. I couldn't say that I disagreed with the sentiment. T was looking amazing, and I knew I'd be ogling her breath-taking tits all night.
"Well come in, and let's crack those bottles open," I said and waved her inside. As she walked through the front door, I could swear that she brushed up against me much more than necessary. I tried not to read too much into it. Obviously, my wife's best friend wouldn't be trying to make a move on me in the foyer of our house right in front of my wife...right?
We made our way to the kitchen, popped open the alcohol, and began to drink. We talked about T's dating life and her bum of an ex-husband among other things. At one point, T's Instagram page came up which I was a secret expert on. She seemed to love posting the sexiest pictures of herself in various skimpy bikinis on different trips she would take. "Yah, ever since I've been single again, I notice a ton of guys just liking my vacation pics. I get so many more likes on those posts. It's like guys completely ignore the other posts." And as she said this, she glanced my direction. It could have just been in my head, but I really didn't think it was. I totally understood what she was saying because I liked every single one of those sexy posts and couldn't recall a single other post of hers. I wonder if she noticed a pattern. I wonder if she knew that I looked forward to those posts. If I'm being honest, I jerked off to her Instagram feed on an embarrassingly regular basis.
"Can you blame them?" my wife chimed in. "You're a sexy, single mom. You ooze the total MILF vibe!" I totally agreed. If you didn't know that T had two kids, you would never guess it. Her body looked much too tight and too toned to have gone through multiple rounds of child birth.
"I guess. I just don't think I'm ready for any serious relationships yet. And besides, do these guys know that I can see which posts they like and which they don't? They're so obvious," she definitely looked my way when she said this. I don't think my wife caught on, but I was feeling a bit conspicuous. If T knew how big of a crush I had on her, I wouldn't be able to hang out around her any more. I would be way too embarrassed.
The topic changed, the alcohol kept flowing, and we didn't have any more conversations that made me sweat after that. The only other incident came when my wife caught me staring at T's cleavage as she reached across the table for a wine bottle. I got a good kick in the shin underneath the table for that. Other than that, the night was a great time. I could see my wife getting more and more drunk which signaled to me that she was also getting more and more horny. I couldn't wait to tear into her once T was gone. I wondered if I would be thinking about T at all while doing it after having spent the entire evening with her. The thought of that started turning me on, and I was glad we were sitting at the kitchen table where I could hide my growing hard on.
As the night stretched out, and midnight rolled around, it became apparent that I had miscalculated the evening's outcome. My wife got drunk alright, but she was too far gone. There was no way she would be able to perform how she usually did, and I would be lucky if she wasn't getting sick in our bathroom within the next hour. I tried to cut her off, but she insisted on one more drink. "I am fine. I drink all the time. Look at T, she's had the same amount to drink as me, and you don't seem worried about her."
"I think T can hold her liquor a bit better than you can, babe," I replied while reaching for the wine glass in her hand. I was too slow though, and my wife threw back the contents of her last glass in one gulp. When she brought her head back down, I could tell she was woozy.
"Maybe you were right. I feel so dizzy all of a sudden. I think I need to head to bed before I get too sick. T, let me walk you out." My wife stood up slowly, but it wasn't slow enough. I was able to catch her under her arm before she fell back down. "Thanks, babe. Can you help me to the bed?" she asked. I was happy to oblige.
Once I got her in bed, she almost immediately passed out. I headed back out to the kitchen to help T clean up and walk her out.
"Has she ever got this drunk before?" T asked me as I stepped back into the kitchen. She had poured herself another glass of wine and appeared to have no intention of leaving right then.
"No, usually she comes home a little tipsy, but never sick. I get excited because..." I trailed off after realizing mentioning the amazing sex I have with my wife to her divorced best friend seemed a little awkward.
T just laughed. "You like it because she fucks the best when she's got alcohol in her, right? She's told me about how wild she gets with you when she's had a few drinks."
"Yah, I guess it's true," I tried to laugh off the comment. But even hearing T say the word "fuck" got my blood flowing. "So, you poured yourself another glass? Mind if I get another one then too?"
