Chapter 1
"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeey baaaaaaaaaaaaaaay-beeeeeeee!"
Nicholas burst out laughing as his wife, Samantha, waved frantically at him from the dance floor where she was currently bumping and grinding with her best girlfriends. Seeing her greeting, Marie and Anita also turned around and waved at their husbands, who had walked in with him.
The trio were drunk off their asses, which was exactly what they had known would happen as soon as they'd announced they were going out for a ladies' night.
As far as Nick could tell, ladies' night was just code for drinking till they were plastered and then calling their husbands for the rides they'd earlier insisted they wouldn't need.
He didn't know why they always thought they wouldn't get drunk on ladies' night, since that had never once been true, but they also said they'd be fine.
"How drunk do you think they are?" asked John, Anita's husband.
"Drunk enough I'm going to keep the window in the car open, I don't care how cold it is," said Marie's husband Donny. "If she pukes on the way home again, I want it outside of the car."
Nicholas just grinned. He could tell Samantha was his favorite kind of drunk right now; not so far gone that she'd be throwing up or miserable, but definitely drunk enough that she was going to be ragingly horny and open-minded enough to do all the nasty, dirty things sober Sam would blush about tomorrow.
Wearing a low-cut v-neck red sweater dress with black leggings and a matching black belt to help accentuate her curves, his wife looked hot as fuck as she came running up to him, throwing her arms around his neck and giving him a big kiss.
Her face was flushed, her dark eyes a little glassy, and long tendrils of brown hair were falling out of the bun on the back of her head.
"Hey beautiful," he said, holding her lush curves against him as he gave her a kiss on the nose. He ignored the greetings his friends were getting from their wives, focused on the gorgeous woman in his arms. "So you're a little too drunk to drive, huh baby?"
She giggled, looking adorably bashful as her hand covered her mouth.
Then she squinted her eyes at him and showed him her fingers, holding her index finger and thumb a tiny bit apart.
"Just a little bit." She put her hand on his chest and started sliding it downward between their bodies.
"But I'm not too drunk for other things. .."
His dick jumped as her hand kept moving toward his belt, but Nick couldn't let her reach her goal.
There was every chance she might try to literally get into his pants right here in the club.
When she was drunk, she got really horny, and it was like all the fetters of her repressed upbringing went flying away, making her want to do all the naughty, dirty things she normally would struggle with.
Not that she held back her passion when she was sober, but there were just certain things she was a lot more reluctant to do.
She'd told him she liked getting drunk and having him do debauched and perverted things to her.
Sometimes she liked it when he tied her up and did those things too.
It made her feel like it wasn't her 'fault' when she liked something while she was out of control.
Nicholas liked seeing her blush and stammer when he would bring up all the nasty things they'd done later, when she was sober or when he'd untied her. His prissy little passionate pervert.
"Let's get you home baby, and we'll do all the other things that you want to," he said, giving her another kiss.
"Ooookay," sang Samantha, giggling more as she stumbled and Nicholas curved his arm around her. The girls all gave each other sloppy hugs goodbye before allowing themselves to be separated and led off.
Keeping Samantha away from his erection on the way home was a chore, as it always was.
Nicholas solved the problem by asking her to play with herself instead of with him.
The leggings gave her a little bit of a struggle, but she hitched her sweater dress up around her hips and managed to get her hand into the tight confines of her leggings.
Her breathy moans had him hard as a rock as he did his best not to go over the speed limit.
"Show me your tits, baby, I want to see them while you play with yourself," he said, his tone making it more of a suggestion than an order. Samantha could be kind of contrary when she was drunk, but she responded well to suggestions.
Giving him a saucy little smile, she pulled the neckline of her sweater to the left and popped her boob out of her bra, making Nicholas moan again as her creamy flesh and pert pink nipple were exposed.
"Oooh, that feels so good," she crooned, pinching her nipple between her fingers as her other hand rubbed between her legs.
Since he couldn't see much of her pussy because of the leggings, Nicholas found what he could see to be extra tantalizing.
All the more so because he knew his wife wouldn't normally be exposing herself while sitting in the front seat of the car.
There was no danger of her being seen though; it was way too dark out and there was almost no one else on the road. Still, it was fucking hot.
Nicholas tapped the gas a little harder.
By the time they got home, he was as fucking horny as she was, and Samantha was writhing on the front seat, whimpering because she couldn't quite get herself off in her current position. Pulling into the garage, Nicholas hit the door closer and pulled the keys from the ignition before getting out of the driver’s side and practically sprinting around to pull his wife out of the car.
"I'm not done yet!" she protested as he unfastened her seatbelt and pulled her out. Her sweater dress was still up around her hips, her leggings just low enough that he could see the sweet, hairless mound of her pussy and the tops of her thighs.
"That's okay, baby, I'm going to finish you."
He slammed the door shut and bent her over the front of the car. Samantha squealed. "It's cold on my boob!"
It didn't matter that he'd just been driving, the night air had kept the hood of the car cold as well.
Nick liked that. He pulled at the top of her sweater dress, pulling it down so that it trapped her arms at her sides, and then he pulled her bra down on the other side too, so both of her breasts were pressed against the hood of the car.
He just could imagine how the dichotomy of the cold on her tits and heat in her pussy would be clashing inside of her body.
With her bent over like this, her arms pinned, her ass up in the air, her leggings were at the perfect position to completely expose the puffy, slick lips of her pussy. Nicholas groaned as he held her down with one hand on the small of her back, his other opening the front of his pants.
"Nicky, it's soooo cold, my nipples are like ice!" She sounded almost gleeful, and he knew she liked it, even if she was pretending to complain. Samantha always liked it when he took control, but even more so when she was drunk and didn't feel the need to pretend she didn’t want it.
"Well, let's heat you up baby," he said, lining his cock up with her pussy and thrusting in. He groaned and she shrieked as the hot, wet velvet wrapped around his shaft. So fucking hot... so fucking tight...
Samantha was moaning and panting now, squirming on his cock as the hard tips of her nipples rubbed against the cool surface of the car.
Sure, it was slowly warming up, but that didn't stop her from feeling the cold all through her top half.
With her arms stuck in her sweater at her sides, there was nothing she could do but take it as Nicholas started pounding into her from behind, his thrusts rough as her breasts rubbed against the hard surface of the car.
She moaned and whimpered as her pussy contracted around his cock, the thick length rubbing all the spots she hadn't been able to get to when she'd been playing with herself.
It only took a few minutes and then she was screaming out her husband's name, her pussy spasming and squeezing as she came.
The rapture sent her soaring, her nipples tingling with cold, her body shuddering at the intense sensations ripping through her.
Nicholas fucked her through wave after wave of pleasure, his hard cock ramming into her and extending her orgasm.
It wasn't until she'd stopped shuddering and was practically limp that he pulled out, and maneuvered Samantha away from the car hood and onto her knees.
His cock bobbed in front of him, shiny with her juices.
Samantha stared up at him, her eyes now glazed with both inebriation and sexual satisfaction.
Her breasts were no longer ivory; they were pink with the cold and her nipples looked hard enough to cut glass.
The sweater was now bunched entirely around her middle, exposing her shoulders and breasts, her hips and her swollen pussy.
"Open up, baby, I want you to clean all your cream off my cock.
" Something she would normally protest doing, something which would normally make her blush just to hear the words.
But Drunk Samantha just opened her mouth eagerly and leaned forward to take his wet dick in her mouth.
Nicholas moaned as she bobbed her head up and down, not at all bothered by the glossy cum she'd left all over the length of his cock.
Her eyes were glazed with passion as she looked up at him, her pink lips tightly stretched around his cock and her body on display for his pleasure. Sober Samantha would have blushed and tried to cover herself. Drunk Samantha played with his balls, making him groan as he thrust harder and faster.