Christmas Dinner And My Wife's Creamy Knickers :(

Had a strange weekend. My wife of twenty-eight years went to her office Christmas dinner on Saturday night. She works for the NHS in the office. She’s blonde, buxom and even after two kids, I think she is as sexy as hell.

As she wasn’t due back until the early morning hours, I went to bed; I was woken up at about two in the morning to a very drunk wife stumbling about the house making a racket. I found her pretty much passed out on the kitchen floor, she had been drinking water, plus she’d been sick.

I managed to get her upstairs; it looked like she’d been dragged through a hedge. I cleaned her face as she had vomit on her chin and hair. I wasn’t angry as this isn’t usual behaviour from her. I undressed her on the bed, mainly because she also had sick on her clothes. When I got her to her underwear, I thought she had pissed herself as her knickers were soaked. When I took them off, I smelt the acrid smell of spunk. She had neat pubic hair, matted with sperm; her knickers were full of the stuff, and there were still remnants dripping out of her pussy. I wondered in disbelief if this could be normal pussy juice; however, I took a closer look, and it was, without a doubt, spunk. My wife had been fucked, and I was hurt and angry. I picked her up and put her in the spare bedroom, returning to my bed almost in tears.

I couldn’t sleep; however, as I thought about her being fucked it turned me on! I’d heard about the whole cuck scene but never got it. I felt betrayed, but I was also turned on by it. My wife is not that kind of lady, but she had let another man put his cock in her that night.

After about an hour, I returned to the spare room; she’d been sick again on the bed! This time I took her knickers off and went back to my room. The spunk was drying, but some were still wet. I have sniffed knickers over the years, but not my wife’s, for a while. It was an exotic naughty smell, another man’s spunk in my wife’s knickers. I had a wank while sniffing; it was all very stimulating.

I didn’t see much of her the morning after; she eventually got up in the afternoon. I had her knickers in the living room. I made her a drink; she had seen them and went very sheepish. I told her I knew she had been fucked the night before; she didn’t try and deny it, just burst out crying that she got that pissed she didn’t know what she was doing. One of the teenage Saturday stock boys had fucked her in the ladies' toilet of the restaurant.