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My Spouse
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Straight Male / 28
Wife Doesn't Know That I Stripped Her Naked And Almost Fucked Her
In college my wife was dating a friend of mine. We were all at a wedding and she was a bridesmaid. During the reception, my now wife then acquaintance (random girl dating my friend) got pretty drunk.
My friends asked if I'd take her up to the hotel room and make sure she's okay. As I'd be drinking as well and ready to call it a night. The reception was at the hotel as I think all weddings should be.
Anyways, all the way up to the room she was all over me, but she kept calling me "David". Her boyfriends name the entire time. We get to the room and she starts trying to take her dress off and keeps asking me to help.
Naturally I unzip this gold, strapless dress and help her pull it off. Now she's leaning against me wearing nothing but a flesh colored thong, and strapless push up bra. Long story short I end up taking off the bra and she prances around the room wearing nothing but the thong dancing and singing.
She pulls me into the bedroom and flops on the bed, legs spread. I pull her thong off with every intention of fucking her brains out. I keep telling her I'm not David and she's just nodding, but before I can unzip my pants she runs to the bathroom and starts throwing up.
I watch her completely naked throwing up and help her get cleaned up and dressed. After a couple hours I'm satisfied she's going to be okay I head back to my room and call it a day myself.
I've asked my wife about that day a few times and she has no memory of it and I've never told her what happened. She says all she really remembers is waking up around noon the next day to David fucking her. Said he was sticky, and smelled like shit. She made him get off before he finished and she got in the shower.
My friends asked if I'd take her up to the hotel room and make sure she's okay. As I'd be drinking as well and ready to call it a night. The reception was at the hotel as I think all weddings should be.
Anyways, all the way up to the room she was all over me, but she kept calling me "David". Her boyfriends name the entire time. We get to the room and she starts trying to take her dress off and keeps asking me to help.
Naturally I unzip this gold, strapless dress and help her pull it off. Now she's leaning against me wearing nothing but a flesh colored thong, and strapless push up bra. Long story short I end up taking off the bra and she prances around the room wearing nothing but the thong dancing and singing.
She pulls me into the bedroom and flops on the bed, legs spread. I pull her thong off with every intention of fucking her brains out. I keep telling her I'm not David and she's just nodding, but before I can unzip my pants she runs to the bathroom and starts throwing up.
I watch her completely naked throwing up and help her get cleaned up and dressed. After a couple hours I'm satisfied she's going to be okay I head back to my room and call it a day myself.
I've asked my wife about that day a few times and she has no memory of it and I've never told her what happened. She says all she really remembers is waking up around noon the next day to David fucking her. Said he was sticky, and smelled like shit. She made him get off before he finished and she got in the shower.
