Club lovers drunk women. (Fucked drunk wife)

In the process of narration, I will omit facts that are not directly related to the case.

P R D & S L O B AND E.

This story began a long time ago, a few years ago, and it began with the first glass that my wife drank ...

Our neighbor was Ira, a woman of 30 years old, practically without complexes and without special moral attitudes. She recently moved to our home and lived together with her son, but despite this, she led a not sober and righteous way of life. Merry companies often gathered at her house, from there drunken cries and laughter were heard. And she herself, it used to be, returned home pretty well, sometimes - alone, sometimes with some peasant. Although her son, it seems, is already used to this and did not pay much attention to his mother's spree. Lena was then 25, and Irin is 5 years older than his wife.

So, once Irka had a birthday, we came, when everyone was already sitting at the table, drinking, celebrating. At first, my Lenka drank almost nothing, only drank wine a little bit. But Irka persistently tried to introduce her to alcohol, acting both by simple persuasion and her personal example. Looking at how fast and in what quantities our neighbor is absorbing alcohol over a glass for a glass, I was a little confused - not every peasant could endure this! But she seemed to have nothing to do with anything, for the time being she was not affected in any way by the amount she had drunk. And there was a lot of drunk! Yes, and the rest of the women in this company were to match her, men, of course, also did not lag behind the ladies. So the company is still gathered!

But then, finally, the Irkin efforts were crowned with success. My little wife, excited by the general atmosphere of the holiday, agreed to drink a glass of brandy. She obviously liked that, she turned pink, her eyes glittered. And, as you know, between the first and second gap is small! And so gradually Lenka began to get drunk. She imbued with a general degree of fun, dancing ala, smoked, laughed along with everyone, but I saw that with each glass she gets drunk more and more. I watched her closely, feeling that I was wildly excited by the way my wife behaved while intoxicated. Nevertheless, I tried to keep this process under my control, well knowing how quickly and imperceptibly people get drunk when they drink for the first time.

And after another slow dance, I felt that my missus literally went limp in my hands. I pulled her to the table and sat her down on an empty chair. But she immediately poured herself a full stack of vodka and drank it in one gulp. I did not even have time to stop her. After that, she sat for about 20-30 seconds with a stopped glass look, didn’t see anything around her, then hiccupped loudly and drunk, focused her eyes and tried, put the stack back on the table, but missed.

Apparently, Lenka kicked by this time so much that with a swing she put an empty pile past the table and, losing balance, she followed her, crashing down from the chair to the floor.

None of those present paid any attention to this shameful fact for her. Obviously, for this company, this behavior was quite in the order of things, and the fact that the young woman was drunk to such a state that she could not even sit on a chair was completely normal and familiar.

Falling, Lenka tried, it was up to herself, but she only managed to sit with her back to the leg of the table. I approached her and called her. She raised her dull, drunken eyes on me and tried to say something. But that turned out to be too much for her. By this time, she had managed to get drunk to such an extent that she could no longer even speak articulately.

Sincere surprise and misunderstanding was written on her face.She did not understand what happened to her, and how she suddenly found herself on the floor. She could not see herself from the outside and did not realize how much she got drunk and how drunk she was now.

I raised my wife from the floor under my arms and tried to put her on her feet. In vain. She almost did not understand anything and was almost completely blacked out. Then I dragged her to my apartment. My legs no longer obeyed her completely, they constantly wove up, so I dragged her home like a sack of potatoes. That she was so helpless in my hands made me stronger and stronger.

Having dragged Lenka to the bedroom, I unloaded it on the bed. She plopped down on our marital bed prone and lay there, buried her face in a pillow, not giving any sign of life. I was excited from such a picture just to the limit. Turning my little wife on my back, I roughly pulled her dress up on her stomach and in one sharp motion pulled off her panties. Now she was lying in front of me in the ass drunk with shamelessly spread legs and seemed to say - take me. I couldn’t bear it anymore, I freed my dick long out of sight and planted it in my wife's open vagina in one fell swoop.

From the wild overexcitement, I finished almost immediately, splashing out a whole sea of ​​sperm into Lena. But after that my dick did not think to fall off, apparently, the excitement was too strong. Then I continued to fuck my drunk, not feeling a wife.

Now I calmed down a bit and did not hurry anywhere, took it slowly, with taste, trying to stretch the pleasure, and for the second time finished only 15 minutes later. So for the first time in my life my wife got drunk.

And then Irka continued to solder my wife. And in the afternoon, when I was at work, Ira often, somewhere probably 2-3 times a week, came to Lena with a bottle of wine. The first time, when I returned home, I found my wife in high spirits and slightly worn out! But about 6 months later I noticed that every time she became drunker and drunker, and, moreover, she herself liked the state of intoxication! And in this situation I really liked the fact that alcohol makes of it a real lustful female, thirsting for sex !!!

In such a state, she herself attacks me, and permits me to do anything with myself, so long as I satisfy her insane lust!

Then the neighbor took Lena into circulation altogether, switching to stronger drinks. And for my wife, a lot of it is not necessary - 150 grams of vodka, and she is already drunk, and if you drink 250, then you need to hold the apartment !!! We had recently sat down in the kitchen, drank 0, 7 for two, and she needed the toilet. So she barely got up from the stool, I had to hold on to the table to get up! She walked along the corridor — she held on to the walls so as not to fall, and yet at the end she crashed to the floor! I then barely lifted her from the floor, dragged her to the toilet, set her on the pot, and also supported her while she wrote that she did not fall on the floor. And then I could not get up from the toilet. So she dragged her in the ass drunk, with pants down in the bedroom. For her, this is the limit, she was completely out! ...

CHAPTER I.

The meeting of the new year was in full swing. Our neighbor, Irina, has gathered a merry company. Lena wore a narrow white evening dress, almost to the floor, with a neckline to the thigh and a deep neckline that accentuates her large breasts. On her feet were high-heeled shoes, and under the dress only narrow thongs, so that underpants would not come out through the tightly fitting dress. When my wife and I arrived, there were almost no seats at the table and the hostess spread us to different ends of the table, and I was next to her, and my wife was seated between two Caucasians, (by sight Georgians or Armenians) solid gray-haired 55 years old, judging by the clothes and the ring with the clock, the man is far from poor, and a strong man of about 40 (as I later understood not by chance), who were courting my wife as best they could, whispering something in her ear, sometimes she laughed and sometimes a more serious policy and, as it were, between times, filling her glass with champagne and not letting it empty.At the table, the noise, din, frequent clinking and mutual congratulations on the coming.

Well, everything is as it should be. I was trying to entertain Irka, who occasionally looked at me with lustful eyes and a few ...