Last week my lovely wife met with an old mate of hers; they have both endured quite a lot together. This 36 year old lady went in for sport, she could drink alcohol in huge quantity. My wife, Jane, never actually drank that much but she sometimes had to match her stride for stride when pissing up, thus they often got totally drunk.

Jane told me she would come home a bit late. I was in no rush to go home as well. I met some mates and they stood a shot in a bar so I got home rather late, after midnight. Upon my arrival, I found Jane absolutely pissed, she could hardly drag herself to the couch and fell onto it. She was lying in her sexy lingerie and stockings.

I took her cloth off, then undid her, lifted her unconscious body and put her to the bed. She opened her legs wide as she got down to the bed. I held her still for a little while, admiring her lovely beaver. Her fanny and tits were great. Watching this I got so turned on I started touching her pussy and learnt it was well wet. I then puy my index finger in her pussy and began flicking it before bending myself down and fondling her clit with my quick tongue.

She still didn’t react so I wasted no time in putting my hard cock into her gaping hole. It was totally damp, I began speeding up and my absolutely excitement intensified with the knowledge I was fucking my own sleeping wife, treating her as a mere sex toy. It was not intentional but I came in a few minutes. I then clung to her and kiss her lovely mouth. She carried on sleeping peacefully without caring of what had just happened.

I could recall all my filthy words while shagging her. It was simply one of my best days. In fact, my orgasm was so bloody tumultuous I hardly got over it even a couple of minutes later.

The following day Jenny was feeling awfully hungover. She spent most of the day staying in bed, rubbing the oil out from her arse and suspiciously looking at me. I somehow managed to go round with perfect calm.