My wife went out for a friend’s bachelorette party last night, and I suspected things would get pretty rowdy.
“I’ll be on my best behavior,” she promised.
“Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” I joked.
She was dressed to kill: sexy, tight dress, full makeup, stilettos—the whole works that would tantalize any man. My wife is a stunning brunette with a petite hourglass build and every bit of her was on display.
To be honest, I hoped she would indulge in a few drinks, as it secretly turns me on when she gets a bit too boozy for her own good. She did not disappoint. As the hours progressed her texts became increasingly misspelled and incoherent. Later in the night, around midnight, she snapped me videos of her and her friends taking shots, and I could see her eyes were glassy and she was sporting a very crooked smile. Definitely drunk as hell.
She called shortly thereafter to say she’d soon be home and was all emotional as she hiccuped “I love you” into the phone. She kept stammering on about how one of the strippers was hitting on her, but she was thinking of me the whole time. The conversation turned a bit sexual, and she started talking about how much she loves giving me head. Her conversation was meandering all over the place and often interrupted by girlish shrieks from the group.
“I’ll let you get back to the group, babe,” I told her.
When she eventually stumbled through the door at 2:30 am, she tried to hide how noticeably trashed she was, but she reeked of booze and was slurring her way through her explanation of the party, often repeating herself and dropping her phone when showing me pictures of the festivities.
“Imma a lil tipsee,” she slurred. “Me ‘an da girlz haada thew shaas.”
Eventually, she starts getting handsy and trying to messily make out with me with her booze breath, and we ended up having very sloppy, but great, sex. She clumsily fell to her knees and started giving some very slobbery head. She was so drunk, and I had to grab her hair to keep her upright.
“You can do anything you wanna me,” she said with a moan. And so I grabbed her like a rag doll and gave it to her every way, with her meaning and stammering incomprehensible dirty talk.
It was glorious.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/i0adfc/drunken_shenanigans
Delicious!