I have been married for 12 years and have 4 great children. My wife and I have an utterly normal relationship with a better than average sex life. She is the standard catholic good girl, nothing too crazy, oral sex once a year, no swallowing of course, anal sex has never been considered, intercourse is referred to as "making love" and only takes place in our bed and once it has been triple confirmed that all children are deep into the 9th stage of REM sleep, and to this day claims to have never once masturbated, which on a side note, I choose not to believe. I do remember things being quite a bit different when we first met so I know that somewhere under the uber-typical good catholic girl routine there lied dormant a naughty little slut, but I haven't seen her in some time and just once every now and then I wish that cute little whore would come back even if for just a few hours and finally this past weekend, Susie had a few drinks and there she was again, the slutty little blond fuck machine I knew before we got married and fell into respectability, the 5'0" blond, curly hair little girl whose pussy was so loose that you might as well have been fucking a pop can. In fact, I remember that being such a problem that she always insisted I finish in her ass just so that I could get enough grip to actually cum in her and having a man's cum in her was something she needed back then in great numbers and frequency too. Anyways, trust me when I say those days are long gone now, the only positive there being that her pussy is now almost as tight as my sister in laws (her sister-story for another time).

Now the key to getting anywhere near this epic vagina isn't overly complicated, she's just a bit smarter now than she was all those years ago, which simply means that somewhere along the way she realized she couldn't hold her liquor, and don't look at me either, I'm not the one who broke the news to her, I'm just the sap who was victimized after some other schlep (most likely jealous ex lover) did so.

So even though I try to get that second drink in her EVERY single time we go out, there is without fail ALWAYS some perfectly


legitimate sounding excuse (I mean reason) why that second drink can't be done and although she always claims she wants to, common sense always interferes with this and we have to go home to ensure they babysitter who has not only been previously vetted 6 ways to Sunday in addition to being a blood relative who lives no more than 200 yards from our front door, had not by some mishap accidentally killed the children or perhaps even missed their bedtime by five minutes, something you think could be verified by just several of the dozens of well hidden, night vision all weather capable high def nanny cams with direct link to her cell phone, fire station, police and homeland security scattered throughout our professionally child proofed house.

Now this last Saturday wasn't my birthday or anything, but for god only knows why, Susie, my 5'0" little blond curly headed blue eyed Italian sit-n-spin girl decided to show up for dinner with me and not only have that second drink, but even a third and then half of a fourth. So it was inevitable that someone was going to get fucked like a rockstar that night; however, as my luck would have it and following my long practiced and well ingrained pre date night ritual, I had already coerced our babysitter into jacking me off just before we left leaving me in no condition to take on a project like Susie on three drinks at 8:30 on a non school night... in short, this girl was going to need to be fucked and fucked well and if not, who knows when it would ever happen again.

Being pro-active as I am and silmtaneously on the edge of a level 10 panic, I began frantically looking around our neighborhood Benehana for something or someone that would do the trick. As luck would have things, our date night seemed to have coincided with the local high school's prom night and there were at least a dozen stocky, presumably horny tuxedo clad teenagers sitting at a table solo, as in where the hell were their dates. I didn't really care enough to ask because the two universal truths were all that mattered at this point. Truth one: Susie just finished her third drink and I could see that she had already ditched her panties somewhere so she was 15 minutes away from either needing to fuck like a Tijuana prostitute, or falling into a 12 hour coma and Truth number two, teen boys need to get laid on prom night...

To be continued...