I was too aroused for sleep; my erect nipples tingled as they brush against the soft, silky, fabric. I placed one hand between my legs and felt the da...pness. I slid a finger the between the fold of my pussy and slowly started stroking my clit. I closed my eyes and murmured softly, “Oooooooooooh.” It was then that I decided I needed to masturbate, but would do it in the living room. The room had large windows, covered with sheer curtains, which added to the excitement. I got up; walked toward. But Stacey’s way of life was work hard and play hard, once drunk.And it was just one of these occasions that arose a few months ago. Daisy was at her sister’s house for the evening and I was alone when I heard Stacey fall out of a taxi at around 11pm. I immediately went to her aid and paid the taxi driver before helping her up to her door. She was in 6” heels and a blue mini dress that left nothing to the imagination as it seemed to stick to her body like a glove. She was almost unconscious. I told her we would spend the weekend in bed drunk." Jason answered."When does this go down?" The male voice asked."I will make sure she is drunk by 10 o'clock and having sex by 10:30. I will the front door unlocked and at 10:30 come on in. Quietly come upstairs to the second door on the right. I will leave the door slightly open and the lights will be off. Crawl in beside the bed. When I act like I fell off the bed you take my place fucking my wife. She will be too drunk to notice. I will try. ..”I shushed her, “It’s just fine. You didn’t wake me. It was time for me to get up ... and get up you. Nice lube job. I didn’t marry you because you were virginal.”She was in no rush for another orgasm and the slippery condition of her pussy didn’t rush me either. I’d gotten a good piece of her late last night anyway. She queried, “Why DID you marry me anyway?”She knew the answer but loved to ask that question, especially when we were having an extra-sexy screw, like my getting fresh.