I remember what happened the last time my wife was this drunk

Are my wife’s cheeks blushing from the embarrassment of revealing an intimate moment or from the ****?

It reminds me of the last time she got drunk. The last time I fucked.

Her and her best friend came home in an Uber after too many margaritas. Her friend stayed the night in our guest bedroom. I was afraid my wife’s laughing would wake the toddler and infant I just got to sleep.

Monica rubbed my chest telling me not to worry. With a wink she said she’d be quiet while we made another one tonight.

The door closed, she stripped nude in front of me. She looked back over her shoulder to make sure I was checking out her ass. She grabbed one of my T-shirts and slipped it on. It ended at her thighs and gave her enough modesty to walk around the house, but extremely easy access for what was to come.

She crawled into the sheets with a devious smile. I was rock solid in anticipation.

“You are such a great husband,” she slurred.

“Oh yeah? I’ll show you how great I am.” I combed my hand into her hair.

“Megan’s husband is awful!”

She pulled back from my hand.

“He apparently has this ‘great job’, but it doesn’t even pay minimum wage. He doesn’t help out around the house. And worst of all he doesn’t make her orgasm.”

She laughed.

“She needs to realize she deserves better. I told her I’d let her borrow my husband so she can see how a real man treats her in bed. If she had one night with you, she’d dump that loser the next morning.”

I ease my hand across to her and rest it on her knee. “Did you really talk about me with her?”

“Well not anything explicit! Just that you are very generous, you have perfect equipment and never have issues getting it up.”

“It’s easy when you have a wife this sexy.”

I rub my hand up her thigh. Her hand stops me.

“Sorry. The **** just hit me. The room is spinning.”

She turned and fell asleep.

Another night without sex with my wife.

My cock throbbed painfully. I needed a release. I slipped out of bed. She was passed out. I couldn’t jerk off next to my sleeping wife. I headed to the bathroom.

Light peeked out from the guest bedroom. My wife’s best friend wasn’t asleep yet.

I wondered how serious my wife was about fucking her friend.

A woman not satisfied with her sex life and a man not satisfied with his. The formula was too simple to solve.