One incredible experience I can’t forget was the time when I fucked my friend’s slightly younger wife, Dee. Dee is still a curvy, strawberry blonde about 5 foot 7 inches. Very prim and proper most of the time; a good mother now to her two kids, who are two and four.

Anyways, I was on a business trip and had a chance to visit and stay overnight. I had done this before. My friend Morgan and I were old college drinking buddies, and his wife only sipped rarely. We enjoyed a great dinner, visited, shared memories, laughed, and even had some vodka with lemonade on ice. Dee had met me twice before, one time being their wedding. She watched us quietly, intently, drinking very little, often leaving the back porch to go inside the house. As evening went on, my friend got somewhat toasted, more so than I. I joked that he was getting old. He replied that he was trying to become a family man, in fact was working on making kids with Dee more recently. I was buzzing well, but drank a little less, knowing I had to leave the next morning.

At that point we all called it a day. My friend stumbled upstairs to bed, and Dee showed me their new basement bedroom and bath, where I would be staying. She smiled and said goodnight, leaving. I got unpacked and ready to sleep like a log, the vodka relaxing me. A few minutes later, I heard her come back down. I was not yet undressed, but she peeked in sheepishly anyway without asking. I noticed she was drinking, and she took a good sip from what remained of her strong drink. She asked whether everything was in order, smiling, and mentioning that her hubby was fast asleep. I thanked her, saying I was fine. Then what she said next, or slurred, caught me by surprise.