My young wife had gone to an after-work birthday get-together for a coworker at her office manager’s house. She said she might be late, but by 11:00 I was getting worried. (This was before cell phones.) I had to work the next day, so I was in bed when there was a knock at the door. As I opened it, I saw a car pull away from our driveway, and there was my lovely bride, leaning against the wall. She had a silly smile on her face. Her shoes were in her hand, and her pantyhose were draped around her neck. Her dress wasn’t buttoned quite right. She was drunker than I had ever seen her.
She didn’t stop grinning as she said, “Hi, Sweetie! I love you.” She gave me a hug and slumped a bit, so I picked her up and carried her to bed. Her underwear was gone. It looked like she had been totally fucked, so I stuck my fingers in her pussy, which was wet. I undressed her with no resistance, just that grin. I expected to find hickeys on her breasts, maybe even dried cum on her face or pussy, but there was nothing. I managed to get her cleaned up and put to bed. She got up a couple of times to throw up, which wasn’ t surprising.
The next morning, I asked her if she had been fucked. She said she didn’t think so, but she remembered being naked in front of some people.
Her office manager called to check on her, and I asked what happened. She said things got a little out of hand when they all got drunk, and they played strip poker. My wife lost. As a penalty, she had to let an older woman with a great body and lots of same-sex experience make love to her. Afterward, they drove her home and left her at the door.
My wife still does not remember her once in a lifetime same-sex encounter, and she won’t try it again (or for the first time in her own mind). Does anybody know a way to help her recall her experience?
She didn’t stop grinning as she said, “Hi, Sweetie! I love you.” She gave me a hug and slumped a bit, so I picked her up and carried her to bed. Her underwear was gone. It looked like she had been totally fucked, so I stuck my fingers in her pussy, which was wet. I undressed her with no resistance, just that grin. I expected to find hickeys on her breasts, maybe even dried cum on her face or pussy, but there was nothing. I managed to get her cleaned up and put to bed. She got up a couple of times to throw up, which wasn’ t surprising.
The next morning, I asked her if she had been fucked. She said she didn’t think so, but she remembered being naked in front of some people.
Her office manager called to check on her, and I asked what happened. She said things got a little out of hand when they all got drunk, and they played strip poker. My wife lost. As a penalty, she had to let an older woman with a great body and lots of same-sex experience make love to her. Afterward, they drove her home and left her at the door.
My wife still does not remember her once in a lifetime same-sex encounter, and she won’t try it again (or for the first time in her own mind). Does anybody know a way to help her recall her experience?
