I know it’s a bit strange, but I have a bit of a kink for seeing my wife get inebriated. Every time we go out, I always encourage her to keep drinking.
Last night, she ordered wine by the bottle at her favorite restaurant, and she probably had about 6 glasses of red. Slowly but surely, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glazed over, and she just sat there staring into space with that dumb, crooked grin on her face. She soon starts getting more loud and vulgar, and she’s hiccuping, burping and spitting all over her words. Eventually, she starts reaching under the table for my groin as she leans into me to steady herself in her chair. She’s whispering dirty thoughts right in my face (and way too loudly), and she just stinks of Cabernet Sauvignon. That’s my queue to take her home.
On the way home, she kept slurring on about how horny she had been all day, saying she wanted to give me a blowjob between between incoherent mumbling. When we got home, I had to hold her upright as we approached the front door. Once inside, I took her straight to the bedroom and got to work.