“Interesting,” she said, “that’s kind of a sweetheart deal you’ve got.”
“You won’t hear me complaining,” I replied.
“Well,” she said, “I’m going to go back to bed. Thank you for everything” she added with a smile. She kissed me and quietly went back upstairs.
I slept very well that night. So well my wife had to come down and wake me up in fact. I attribute it to how dark it was even after sunrise, but the sex didn’t hurt.
Our last day was spent mostly in the pool. I’m not big on swimming, so I got in the pool a few times but spent most of my time watching the kids that weren’t swimming. Sara, on the other hand, loves swimming so she spent most of the day in the pool drinking since I was watching the kids. She could use the time to unwind, really.
As the sun went down, we decided to have a cookout. Sara was three sheets to the wind, not sloppy drunk but feeling VERY good. I handled cooking dinner over the fire for the family, and after we were done eating I got the kids ready for bed and put them down.
When I came down and sat next to Sara at the fire, she whispered in my ear, “this may be the alcohol talking, but you’ve been great today.” Cool, I thought, always nice to hear. She continued, “if I don’t pass out, maybe I could sneak off for some extra curriculars tonight.”
THAT was interesting. My wife really hasn’t wanted to have sex anywhere except our house or a hotel room pretty much since we got married. We used to at her parents house when she lived there, did at my parents house once, but aside from that not much sense of adventure. She has a tendency to fall asleep when she’s drunk, so I didn’t get myself too excited. After another hour or so, I retired to my couch in the basement. I heard everyone come in about fifteen minutes later and go off to bed. Well, I figured, she must be headed to bed.
I had just rolled over and close my eyes when I heard footsteps on the basement stairs.
Nice, I thought to myself, must have checked on the kids first. I figured I’d have a little fun with her since my eyes were adjusted and hers weren’t. I snuck around the stairs so I was actually behind her. I followed her as she crept towards the couch.
She whispered, “are you down here?”
I waited a second, and from behind I covered her mouth and reached under her nightgown and grabbed her breast. She jumped and let out a muffled scream through my hand, but quickly realized who it was. I took my hand off her mouth and reached under her nightgown to grab her other breast.
“Mmmmmm, you’re lucky I’m drunk and horny,” she said as she started to grind her ass back against me, “otherwise I’d kick your ass for that.” I kissed the back I’d her neck as I continued to caress both of her breasts.
“I figured. Didn’t know if it might turn you on more, honestly, which your affinity for some occasional BDSM,” I answered.
“If I was sober, maybe, but I’m drunk enough that I’m just straight up horny,” she responded.
I led her to the couch and had her sit down. Since she was wearing a nightgown, I slowly slid her underwear off to expose her pussy. My wife is one of the few women I’ve been with who doesn’t shave her pussy. I don’t mind either way, really. Eating pussy is a little more pleasant when it’s shaved, but not being shaved has never stopped me.
I decided to press my luck since she was drunk, and I stuck my head between her legs and slowly licked the length of her slit. She put her legs over my shoulders, so she was drunk enough to enjoy it and get past her mental block about it.
“Sweetie,” she moaned, “just remember, don’t make me cum first. I’m like a bottle rocket, one big boom and I’m done.” I love my wife, and maybe she is just physically spent after an orgasm, but I’ve always just seen it as a cop out. That aside, I’d learned from experience to pace things so I didn’t need the reminder.
As I flicked her clit with my tongue, I reached up and caressed her breasts once more, pinching one of her nipples. I could feel that pushed her close, so I stopped and stood up, removing my underwear as I did.
She was on her back and I pushed her ankles to the back of the couch, such that her legs were spread eagle above her head being held against the couch.
“Is this uncomfortable?” I asked. She’s not insanely flexible, so I didn’t want her to be uncomfortable or hurt her by accident.
“Fuck no. This is hot as shit, fuck me now before it does get uncomfortable.” She grabbed the back of her thighs for comfort, and I plunged my cock inside of her.
“Holy shit,” she said, “I’m probably not going to last long like this. I feel COMPLETELY helpless with you holding my ankles like this, like I’m your little fuck toy.”
Her drunk dirty talk was getting me more and more turned on, as it is something she doesn’t do much sober. I started fucking her with harder, deeper strokes as she threw her head back with her mouth gaping open. She was speechless and just absorbing the experience of being fucked silly. I could feel my orgasm coming, so I sped up and fucked her fast and hard. After 10 years of marriage, she could sense it as well.
“Cum deep inside me, baby,” she said, “I’m not fertile right now anyway, and I NEED to feel your cum inside me.” We’d been using condoms as we waited to figure out if and when I was going to get a vasectomy, and while they’re doable condoms do suck.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said frantically, “fill your wife’s pussy.”
As she said that I started to cum and thrust myself balls deep inside of her. I could feel the tip of my cock hit her cervix.