A drunk wife

As Mike walked through the side gate that led to the back of the house, he could hear both women talking and laughing loudly. He wasn’t sure he had ever heard Helen being loud. As he rounded the corner he saw them talking and laughing. Helen looked a bit of a mess, His cock stirred at that thought. It was happening. She was letting go. She had sounded drunk on the phone and here she was absolutely sloshed.

He took a moment to admire Katherine before he was noticed. She was a bimbo. There was no doubt about it. Blonde hair, slutty dress sense and those obviously fake tits. She always seemed so happy and upbeat though, unlike some of the other women. Her long legs were almost entirely bare. He could almost see up her skirt. He would have loved to know what sort of panties she was wearing.

Kat noticed him and announced, “Mike’s here.” This was followed by a cheer from both of them.

“Hi honey,” Helen called out in a very upbeat manner. She seemed to be a happy drunk. “Take me home. Katty has been making me drink these delicious drinks and I think I might have had too many. Can you believe I’m drunk?” she asked with a mixture of shock and pride.

“I’m a little surprised,” said Mike as he shook his head with an amused look on his face.

“It’s kind of fun. Can we buy some drinks for home?”

“I don’t see why not.” Mike was playing it cool but he was actually delighted. So, apparently were the two women who cheered again.

“Katty Kat. Thank you so much for inviting me over. It’s been so fun,” said Helen, staggering to her feet and wrapping her arms around the bimbo and giving her a squeeze.

“You too babes. We are so doing this again” said Kat, squeezing her back and rocking from side to side.

Helen was still in the hug as she giggled said “Heh, your boobies are so firm. I love them,” as much to herself as to Kat.

“Go on you. Enjoy dealing with your naughty feelings. I’m sure Mike will love to help you,” Kat said as she spun Helen around and moved her towards Mike.

“Ooh, good idea. Take me home driver,” Helen demanded as she swayed her way to the car.

Mike quickly caught up to her to support her. “You must come over to ours next time.”

“It’s a date,” Kat called back and waved as the pair staggered to the car. Mike just wanted to get some good shots of Kat on the cameras. Maybe he could get an upskirt and finally see what panties she was wearing. He was getting hard at the thought of it but then Helen lurched to one side and he had to concentrate on getting her in the car.

As he drove back, Helen kicked off her shoes and put her feet on the dashboard. Her skirt flopped down and almost all of her legs were visible. He loved that she was carelessly showing so much skin. He was unaware that Helen was secretly enjoying the cool air on her dripping pussy and resisting the urge to play with herself.

When they got in Mike pulled Helen into the kitchen and handed her a large glass of water. “What’s this?” asked Helen sulkily.

“Drink it, all of it. Trust me, you will be glad you did.”

Helen leaned on the counter and made eyes at Mike. She clearly wanted to go to the bedroom and the idea of making love in the light of day was extremely appealing to Mike. She finished the water and wiped the rogue drips from her mouth before stalking towards Mike. She flopped against his chest and looked up at him with a puppy-dog expression. “Can we make love please?” she asked as she pressed her body against his.

“Here?” asked Mike hopefully.

Helen’s eyes went wide. “I, er, no, we couldn’t, could we?” She shook her head as if to get the idea out of it. “No silly, in the bedroom.”

She had clearly chosen to take it as a joke but the hesitation gave Mike hope. They ran upstairs all giddy and burst into the master bedroom. Helen pulled Mike into a kiss and the fact that she had been assertive made his cock as hard as iron. “I was thinking,” said Helen as she moved over to the bed. “Maybe we could try one of those other positions you have been talking about.”

Mike couldn’t believe his ears. “Yea, great, which one?” he said eagerly.

Helen crawled onto the bed and her skirt rested on her bottom showing a lot of its womanly shape. She looked back at him “Maybe the one like how the doggies do it?”

Oh fuck yes, thought Mike. She was actually on her hands and knees asking for doggie style. It was as hot as he had always imagined. Then his phone rang. He should never have checked it but he did and knew instantly what it was about. He answered it “Hi, sorry, sorry. I completely forgot. I’ll send the money now.” He hung up. “Darling, I’m sorry but I have to send some money to the workmen or they are all going to be really mad at me. It will take five minutes. Not even that, two, two minutes. Just, stay there, don’t move. I’ll be back.” With that, he dashed out of the room and Helen could hear him running to his office.

She sighed and allowed her arms to give way and he rested her head on the bed. “Don’t make me wait,” she muttered to herself. “That’s so mean.” She reached under her skirt and stroked her pussy. “Mine feels so rough by comparison to Kat’s. It would be nice if mine felt like that. I should ask her. It’s nice that women are so open about their private parts. I really am too sheltered.” Her voice trailed off as she fell fast asleep.

“I’m back,” panted Mike as he dashed back in the room to find his wife snoring softly with her bum still in the air. He was still hard and he sat dejectedly on the bed. He looked over at the bottom sticking up and pointing towards him. He pulled off his trousers and underwear. It was alright wasn’t it? She was his wife after all. He lifted up her skirt and came face to face with her exposed pussy. Where were her panties? He looked around and they were nowhere to be seen. Had she really come from Kat’s not wearing any? He had never seen her pussy so clearly. It was pale like the rest of her and she only had a little labia. Her arsehole was also visible and there was no darkening around the anus, just a pale little starfish. Her privates were as pretty as she was and Mike couldn’t help but stroke his cock while looking at it.

He was going to cum. Questions about her lack of underwear and the uncensored view of his wife’s most intimate area’s were too much and he shot cum into his hand so he didn’t make a mess. He sighed. He felt bad that he had considered taking his wife while she was ****. He liked the naughtiness of the idea but it didn’t sit right with him, especially with post nut clarity.

He shuffled her into a better position and threw the sheets over her. She was probably not going to be feeling great when she woke up.