Drunk people are so obnoxious. I was driving home my wife Meryl and her co-worker Amanda from a dinner gala they had been planning for months. The ballroom was in the next county over and over 30 miles from our neighborhood. I agreed to drive that night, knowing I wouldn't drink so much anyway. I didn't think the girls would be "celebrating" so much, not to mention so loud. Although drunk and belligerent they both looked elegant and sexy in their gowns. Luckily with the drive home being so long they were almost sleeping on each other in the back seat by the time I got to my house.
I figured I would put Meryl in the house while I took Amanda home. At least then she would be asleep by the time I got back. I tried gracefully to pull her from the car and carry her into the house. She was dead weight in my arms but her tiny 100 pound frame was hardly a struggle. I gently laid her on our bed and tried to make her as comfortable as possible. I eyed her semi-unconscious body and shook my head as to why she wasn't more sexual.
I had married the "right" woman. She was the kind of woman my parents liked and was talented and good with kids and a presentable wife. But unfortunately in my small-town upbringing people married young with little to no sexual contact before the wedding night. Somehow I bread into a sex-addicted fiend who thought of nothing other. It had been seven years and we had only ever had sex missionary style with not a peep of pleasurable noises coming from her. I often wondered if she had ever even had an orgasm.
Self-control was a daily struggle. I refused to watch porn; one reason being the fear of Meryl finding it one day and confronting me but a second reason being my fear that the addiction would take over me and I would lose self control. Not that I ever considered cheating, I just wasn't the type. The only benefit was my built, toned body I earned from working out so hard. A high sex drive and few ways to use it was motivation enough to burn off my hormones. Not that Meryl took advantage, but it gave me confidence that if she ever did come around, I would be able to fuck her brains out.
Meryl was still perfect in every other way as a wife. Besides the lack of sexual satisfaction she was kind and trusting. I had to tell myself every day sex is not the most important part of a marriage, although some days I knew I was lying to myself.
Well, my sexual issue wasn't going to be solved that night. I sulked and walked back to the car where I found Amanda completely passed out on the window pane. She had driven herself over to carpool to the gala and I was wondering if she would just be happier to stay at the house and drive herself home in the morning, instead of having someone pick her up to drive her back here.
I slowly cracked the door open on her side of the car. I gave just enough room to slide my hand in to catch her from falling out, but it was unnecessary – she popped up as soon as she felt the door move.
"Hey, you okay?" I asked.
"Ummm, Bryan, am I home?" she asked groggily.
"No, we are still at my house," I replied gently. "I thought you might be more comfortable staying here for the night and taking yourself home in the morning."
Oh my God, she was gorgeous. I was trying to be polite and a gentleman but she was lying so unlady-like with her legs spread and her gorgeous legs exposed. Amanda was certainly not the type of women I was used to being around. She was very independent and self-assured without a husband. And her body was phenomenal. She was in her early or mid-thirties but she had the body of a 25 year old. She had naturally tanned skin, which emphasized her toned physique. She had the most gorgeous legs I had ever seen and even though she was fit she had enormous breasts, not the kind generally seen on such fit women. They were soft looking and definitely not fake. It was amazing she had such a naturally perfect figure; I bet other women hated her for it.
I know my wife did. She was always nice to Amanda but I could tell Meryl was insecure around her. Amanda was just two years older but much more successful and advanced in their company. Plus Meryl's frame didn't hold a candle to Amanda's. Meryl never worked out but stayed slender. But neither did she have a toned body, and her thin physique kept her from ever growing large breasts. I had never been a boob-guy for that very reason, but it was difficult not to enjoy Amanda's as she busted out of her gown and searched for a coherent sentence.
"Stay here?" she asked herself. "Umm, I don't think that's a good idea."
"Its perfectly okay," I persuaded her. "It's no trouble at all and I'll even make breakfast for you two in the morning." I really didn't want her to go. Rarely did I get to see Amanda and I was unashamedly hoping to get more eye entertainment out of her.
"No," Amanda replied with a giggle, biting her lower lip. "I really don't think I should."
I instantly became stiff in my pants. I generally didn't make assumptions but the look on her face was pure delight and she was definitely thinking about me. Oh my God, I have to get this woman home and away from my house.
"Ok, not a problem, I'll take you home right now," I said quickly as I made my way back to the driver's seat.
I still couldn't believe how big her house was. We were doing pretty well for ourselves and both Meryl and I were working. Amanda's house was bigger and nicer than ours and she certainly wasn't getting any help. I gripped the steering wheel and took a breath, anticipating the next few minutes of getting Amanda to her bedroom.
I opened her door to find her sitting up comfortably but not stable. I reached for her purse and searched for her keys before putting her purse in her lap and prepared to pick her up. I flung one of her arms over my shoulder and reached underneath her knees to pick her up, but my aim wasn't as good as I was hoping; instead my hand had slipped underneath her entire dress and I had to grip the tight muscles of the back of her thigh to pick her up. I tried not to think about her perfect legs and apple bottom, which I was inches from at this point, but my stiff dick was definitely thinking about it.
I half-sprinted to her front door, fiddled with her keys to let myself in, kicked the door shut and quickly found the stairs. I was kind of impressed how effortlessly it took for me to carry a grown woman all over her house. I pushed the door open to her bedroom and laid Amanda down on her bed. I couldn't help but think of how uncomfortable she must be in that gown. With the "glam" on it she was either going to ruin the dress or ruin her comforter. No! What was I thinking? Undressing her? I need to get home.
But then she moved. I was at first relieved, thinking she would be awake to undress herself. That soon faded when she adjusted herself only enough to expose the peak of one dark nipple from the top of her dress. What was she doing to me!?!? I couldn't pull my eyes away from her. My cock was pushing hard against the back of zipper. It was completely uncontrolled.
I had to see her. Just once. Just to give myself something to think about for the next lifetime of fantasies. She was completely unaware, it would just take a second.
I pulled her hair up to the side so she wouldn't pull on it. I casually stroked my fingers down her neck and across her collar bone to her shoulder, and whoops, slipped her dress strap down. Her breathing became heavier and her breast looked like it was aching to be let out. I continued to stroke the top rim of her dress, back and forth, slowing pulling it down to expose the most perfect breast I had ever see in my life.
I was gawking so much so I didn't realizing I had gone from her dress to stroking the underside of her firm tit. Goose bumps rose underneath my finger tip and I watched as her dark areola hardened and her pert nipple stood at attention. As if I had no control my strokes slide up the arch of her breast and slowly slid back and froth over its beautiful peak. And she moaned.
My cock bounced in my pants. I hadn't heard a woman moan in years. It was a soft humm and Amanda began to stir. I froze in fear but she still did not wake. She arched her back, unconsciously begging for attention as she pushed her tit into my hand. It was so soft and so full, like no one I had been with before. I massaged the perfect tit as I watched Amanda continue to arch and moan softly. I was curious how she couldn't be awake but I obviously wasn't thinking logically at that point to give it much attention. I bent down and wrapped my lips around her sensitive nipple. A sharp gasp escaped her lips but then she lay still as if the sensation knocked her out again. Her skin tasted amazing. I rolled my tongue around her huge nipple, biting it lightly to keep it erect in my mouth.
I couldn't believe I was doing this! Meryl was probably wondering where I was or why it was taking me so long to come back. On the other hand, she was more likely passed out and Amanda seemed completely unaware of what I was doing, or at least who was doing it to her. I found my conscious again and pulled away. My action was replied by a whine from Amanda.
"Daaavid," she whined louder.
David? . . . who? . . . that must have been the guy she was dating, or rather one of the guys she was dating. It seemed she always had someone new around when I saw her next. But she certainly was not the slut of the relationship; she dominated those men like they were her pets, and I was starting to see why.
