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Jackie was a little unsteady on her feet as we walked up the sidewalk. She plopped down in one of the rustic rocking chairs on our front porch as I fished in my pocket for the keys. My drunk wife playfully spread her legs and pulled her skirt up to show me her panties. She was grinning wickedly. It was a good thing the porch light was out.
Her behavior was not at all like the middle-aged Jackie but reminded me a great deal of her younger self. I think the combination of the alcohol she had consumed and the strange cock she had recently sucked were bringing out her inner slut. I had to admit it; I’d missed this Jackie.
“You were a naughty husband,” she said in a sing-song voice, pointing her finger at me drunkenly. Startled, I dropped the keys. Had she seen what I had done with our neighbor Maria on the drive home?
“What?” I asked nervously. “What do you mean?”
I picked the keys up and fumbled with them, trying to find the right one to open the door in the darkness.
“Getting your dick sucked like that!” she laughed. “I bet you want some of this now, don’t you?” She patted her pussy through her panties. I couldn’t help but notice the dark, damp area in her otherwise light-colored thong.
I put the key in and unlocked the door. I observed Jackie, feeling very confused and apprehensive. I had not thought, until that moment, that she knew Maria had blown me. I had desperately wanted to keep it that way. Here she was, accusing me of it. However, she didn’t seem very upset. Of course, how could she be? Jackie had little room to talk. I’d seen her sucking Fred’s cock in the back seat. So, maybe her infidelity had softened her attitude about my actions. I tested the waters and jokingly fired back a response.
“What about you?” I asked as I helped her stand and guided her into the house. “You were a pretty fucking naughty wife, don’t you think? I watched you sucking that cock.”
She looked over her shoulder at me, smiling as I held her around her waist, helping her to walk. She was pretty wasted.
“I was,” she admitted, then giggled. “Did you like it, baby? Did you like me sucking that dick in the Uber?”
I had to admit it. It was a shock, but after I’d just gotten my cock sucked by our next door neighbor, seeing her blowing Fred was incredibly hot. I know I should have been angry, but under the circumstances, I couldn’t be. Besides, it had been a long time since Jackie had been this turned on or this frisky. So, maybe sucking Fred’s cock had been the kickstart our sex life had needed. If so, then I could forgive it this one time, especially since his wife had so skillfully blown me at almost the same time.
“Yeah, baby,” I said, kissing her neck as I felt her becoming increasingly heavy. She was not able to support much of her weight. “It was hotter than hell.”
She smiled, and as we made to the bedroom, she pulled away from me, spun around like a ballerina and fell backward onto the bed. “You owe me, mister!” she said, pointing at me. She turned her hand over and her index finger curled into the universal sign for “come here.”
“You owe me for letting you blow your load with,” she paused and took a breath before continuing, “with Maria,” she paused again, having to swallow hard several times, “and with Fred right there like that. Shit, I can’t believe we did that.” She pulled her thong off and threw it at me. “Payback time, come here and lick my pussy.”
I grinned and approached her. I’d become a decent judge of her levels of intoxication. By my reckoning, she’d be passed out within the next three minutes, if she hadn’t thrown up first.
I knelt down beside the bed and kissed her inner thigh, just above the knee. “Yeah, you owe me, big time,” she giggled again. “I can’t believe I sucked a cock in the back of an Uber.”
“I can’t believe it either,” I agreed, kissing higher and higher, “but there was a witness.”
“No fucking way!” she exclaimed, slurring badly. “Who? The driver was watching?”
“No,” I corrected her, “Me! I saw you doing it!” I pressed my mouth against her shaven pussy. She was hot and very slick.
She laughed and slapped at my head. “You don’t count! Of course, you saw it. Oh god, I hope Maria didn’t see it!”
I licked up and down in her slit, slowly. She moaned and grabbed onto my head. I pulled my mouth off her long enough to answer, “No baby, I think your secret is safe with me. I’m the only one who saw you doing it.”
“Oh good,” she said, then started slapping at my head. “Stop! Stop! Stop!”
I pulled my face up and almost caught a knee in the nose as Jackie clambered off the bed, staggered past me, and headed into the bathroom. “Gotta throw up,” she said, holding her hands over her mouth.
She made it into the water closet, knelt in front of the commode, and starting purging. After a minute or two, she staggered to her feet, looked into the toilet, and started laughing. “Oh my God, Jim! Oh my God! Look!”
“What?” I asked, moving to get a wet cloth for her.
“Lookie, lookie, lookie!” she told me, pointing into the toilet.
I stepped next to her, handed her the towel and, against my better judgment, looked into the bowl. I immediately regretted doing so.
“See!” she exclaimed, “I can’t believe you came so fucking much!”
Wait. What?
“What did you say?” I asked, not sure I heard her correctly.
She pointed in the toilet, “You came so fucking much. I thought it seemed like more than normal when you blew your stuff in my mouth. But, damn, that’s a lot!”
She flushed the toilet and wiped her mouth on the wet towel. She staggered past me, pulling her dress up and over her head, tossing it on the tile floor.
I followed her to the bed. She climbed up and under the covers, naked. I picked up her clothes and put them into the hamper, then got undressed. It sounded like she thought she had sucked me.
“You mean I came a lot in the back of the Uber when you sucked my cock?” I asked, carefully stressing the words “I” and “my.”
She curled into the fetal position and clutched her pillow. “Duh,” she replied, “who’d you think I meant, Fred?” She started laughing, then as she was fading away she softly whispered, “I love you, Jim.”
“I love you, too,” I told her as I lay next to her, staring at the ceiling. Damn, she doesn’t realize it was Fred back there with her. She thought she was sucking my cock. Did that mean I was off the hook and could just put the Uber ride behind us and move on? I sure hoped so.
No sooner had the thought entered my head had guilt crept in. Should I tell Jackie, or should I let it go? Part of me wanted to tell her the truth, but then wouldn’t I need to confess that Maria had sucked my cock? What would happen to our marriage? I hadn’t done anything wrong, had I? I mean technically Maria had done it all. I just let her do it. On top of that, if anybody had a right to be angry, wouldn’t it be me? I mean my wife had sucked another man’s cock and let him cum in her mouth!
I couldn’t decide what to do, so in the end, I chose the best course of action would be to do nothing and wait to see what happened. I put my arm around Jackie and spooned her. A few minutes later, I fell asleep and dreamed of Maria’s mouth on my cock.
The next morning, I felt okay with no trace of a hangover. I got up and worked out, then went for a run. When I got back, Jackie was sitting in the kitchen, sipping on a cup of coffee, looking pretty ragged.
“You ok?” I asked her as I poured myself a cup and sat down next to her. She gave me a look that said: “Do I look ok?”
I grinned. “You had a wee bit too much to drink last night.”
“Oh, don’t remind me,” she pleaded. She sipped more coffee, then choked down a couple of Advil.
“Do you remember leaving the bar last night?” I asked, trying to see just how much she would piece together. If she couldn’t remember it, then I would certainly not tell her. Sometimes when Jackie drank, she would black out and remember nothing. Other times were more like brown-outs and memories would gradually creep back. Like the time she threw up all over the people in the row in front of us at the Queen concert. Three days later, she suddenly remembered, “Oh my god! I puked on some woman’s back!”
“Not so much,” she sighed, “I remember we ordered another round of drinks when the band was on break.”
“Yeah, that’s right. You and Maria each had another cosmo. Is that the last thing you remember?”
“Kind of,” she shook her head, then drank more coffee. I got up and refilled her mug, then topped off mine, practically sighing in relief.
“Do you remember how we got home?” I asked her as I sat back down.
“I remember waiting outside for an Uber. It took forever to get there.”
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