Over the 24 to 25 years with my wife I’ve done some pretty bad things to her. But don’t take this as a confession. You see I loved getting her drunk and since she couldn’t handle alcohol she would eventually pass out. Nothing could wake her. What’s so bad about that? Well once she started drinking I would openly expose her and leave her exposed to whoever was around. I remember while we were stationed in Gaeta, Italy and she made Chief in the Navy ….

It’s a big thing actually. The end of her initiation or training you might say was over and then came the big night out, where all the Chiefs got together in their dress white uniforms. Real nice.  At home Sally had finished putting on her make up. Sally puts on this white half bra that had these fancy designs on them. I loved that bra, since you could also see through it. Plus not all of her 42ds actually fit inside her bra. It lifted them up but there was a lot of titty meat showing and hanging out. Then she puts on her white flimsy shirt which buttons up the front. Sally’s tits were so big that they really pushed against her blouse like they wanted out. From the button side you could see how they were ready to pop off and you could see her bra. The material was so tight. You could actually almost see through her blouse. But you knew what was underneath it for sure. She steps into her white panty hose sans panties and her white skirt, turns around to me and asked me to zip her up. I faked it. Although it’s a long zipper, running from her waist line down below her ass cheeks the only thing you would be able to see was the skirts’ attached white slip inside lining. Plus her skirt also had a button in the back which held her skirt up. Next was her white jacket and white high heels. Oh and I forgot to mention that damn collar tie she wore. So her blouse was buttoned all the way up to her neck and there would be no cleavage showing tonight, damn it. She was truly beautiful, especially with her eyes painted up. WOW.

We drove to this private area, parked our car and began the walk down the hill to the gathering. We had three security check points to go through btw. It was at least a ten minute walk down a winding, rocky, dirty path. When she walked you couldn’t tell her skirt zipper was down, it was showing and revealing nothing. Oh well. Damn, I was screwed. No tit cleavage and no ass showing. I’d have to work on that later. Sally met up with three other female friends and they were so happy. Like little kids. Me? Well I wasn’t hanging around them. I went and found the bar. I walked up to the Italian bar tender and ordered a double margarita for Sally. It was either beer or wine he told me. American beer. He handed me a 12 ounce bottle of wine telling me, “If you want a good drink, you need to drink this”. Well that was what I understood in his broken Italian and English, I did taste it and wow it packed a real punch. Now this was going to work. I got six bottles and left him a hefty tip in Euros. His eyes got real large. He thanks me and tells me to come to the head of the line any time, just hold up your fingers on how many bottles you want and I’ll have them sitting here for you. Great! Now it was time for me to get Sally drunk. I took the drinks back to Sally and her friends and gave one to each. We made a toast and then they took a swallow. Yep they loved the wine. I can’t describe it really well but with one sip you knew it was potent. They finished off their drinks rather quickly and went to get more. I handed Sally another that I was carrying, yet she still walked with them to get some more. In line with them, I held up my fingers six more. I see him putting the bottles there on the counter as he served others. I told them watch this. I walked up, put some money on the counter and again left him another hefty tip. Picked up the wine and went back to the ladies giving them each a bottle. I really impressed Sally since we didn’t have to stand in that long line.

Even though the "formal" dinner we were at did not start for another 30 minutes I kept Sally drinking. When she drinks she gets totally different. Funny, loud and rapid talking. She’s a riot. She had drank four bottles and a fifth one was in her hand by the time we sat down to this fancy formal dinner. I would take glances to view her ass, but still there was nothing showing. The damn zipper didn’t even appear to be down. Damn it. Just give it some time, I’m telling myself, the night is still young. I still had three more bottles on the table for her to enjoy, lol. Plus they were also serving us large decanters of wine. It didn’t taste as strong though. Dinner is over and we have a few speeches. We had the Navy Captain, guest speaker say a few words and it was time for him to leave. When he left a few of those butte snorkelers left right after him. No problem. And then the Navy band began playing. Their first song was a disco song. Sally loved disco and she was out there on the floor giving it her all. She really gets into it. That of course got her hot and she had to remove her jacket and that stupid fucking tie to cool off. Her lady Chiefs were urging her on which Sally really loved. Advantage mine now. Next up was a slow dance. I love those. You can pull your woman up close and really grind your cock into them as you cup their ass and fondle their breast. You just rock back and forth grinding your cock into them. I had one huge hard on and it was working well. As I held her 4’11” frame against me I was successful in unbuttoning two buttons on her blouse. Sprong, my cock grew another two inches so it seemed. This was perfect. Sally was showing some very nice cleavage. Lots of good old soft titty meat. I would take it further as the night went on with her. I sat at our table and just watched her dance with her female friends. They were all drunk and getting down.

Then I noticed one male Chief try to join them but they ignored him. I find out he has the same line that he lets everyone know. “My wife wont fuck me”, I guess that was his pick-up line which didn’t seem to be working. And probably never did. He was trying to put moves on Sally but she had no time for him at all. He stayed in the background dancing by his self. Poor dude I thought. Sally would take a break from dancing and come to the table to drink more of that potent wine. I always made sure she had some. I think I spent close to $200 that night on wine and tips. It was worth it in my books. Opps the band does it again, once again another slow dance and Sally grabs me and lead me out onto the dance floor. She’s slobbering all over me telling me how much she loves me as I unbutton one more button while holding her close to me. Perfect, I’m telling myself. She is so drunk now. This button was right in the middle of her breast. Right where her bra snaps in the front. Sally had so much of her 42d breast showing, I thought they would jump out of her bra, but they never did. Simply lovely breast meat and it left no imagination in your mind what they looked like. Her nipples were big and brown pushing against her blouse. Sprong. Another inch grown it felt like. There was so much titty showing I thought for sure she would do something about it. But tonight she didn’t. She kept herself exposed and let her lady friends know that she had bigger breast than them and really flaunted it. They soon got into the act. We had cleavage everywhere. Myself, I love breast, big is better. We also had a lot of drunk females and males. Sally basically did a lap dance for me holding her breast up and just offering them to me. You know that was the first and last time she ever flaunted her breast. What a shame.

Well sorry to say it but every party must end. And as usual everyone walks to the bathrooms. Sally came out after what seemed an eternity, she turns her back to me and once again asks me to zip her up. She was still unzipped though. I grabbed her skirt by her waist and acted like I was zipping her up while I tried to unbutton that one damn button. One hand on her zipper and one on the button. Believe it or not things were in my favor. That dang button went flying. And I felt the looseness in her skirt. She gave a deep sigh and thanked me. Walking up the hill to our car now I notice her skirt falling down from her hips. She would constantly reach down and pull her skirt back up. But it was a lost cause. Her white blouse was untucked and there was plenty of hip viewing action. We get passed the first security check point and they are just admiring what Sally was showing. And then it happens. Her skirt falls down to her ankles. We have ass here folks. Her friends who took another route to their cars were egging her on with taunts. Sally just steps out of her high heels and bends over to totally remove her skirt and hands it to me muttering very drunkenly. Yeah folks she is fucked up big time. We’re walking slow now because of the rocks. Sally leans into me for support and that was all it took. My hand reaches around to the front of her blouse and I work on the rest of her buttons. I get them all open and Sally doesn’t say anything. She’s walking with no skirt on and her blouse open. Second check point and all security is interested in is seeing her big 42ds and staring at her with no skirt on.

Sally was so drunk she had no idea what she was doing. I loved that. Walking further she bends over again to move a rock from her shoes and when she stood up I made my move. I pulled her blouse off which she eagerly shook her arms out of to assist removing it from her. Sally is carrying her heels but drops them. Bending over again I assist her by popping that bra clasp in front of her. SPRONG again. This time it was her breast. She handed me her heels as I carry her blouse, skirt, jacket and stupid ass tie (in my back pocket). At the third check point there was no one there. Our car was one of the few  left. I leaned Sally against the passenger door and place her clothes, neatly mind you, into the trunk. Sally is just standing, leaning against the passenger door swaying left and right but not falling down. I went to her and moved her so she was leaning over the hood, face down. Well what the fuck was my thoughts. I removed her bra, leaving her like that and also placed it in the trunk. I opened her door and literally poured her into her car seat. She was out cold. Nothing was going to wake her from my past experiences with her. NOTHING! NADA! NUNCA! I did spend some effort pulling her white panty hose off of her. She acted like she was in bed and lifted her ass up to help out. But she uttered and said nothing. Well I guess things got the worst of me. I went to the trunk and removed her bra. I hung her 42d bra on the radio antenna and wrapped her panty hose around her outside mirror as souvenirs . I purposely left her window rolled down and the interior light on over her as I drove home. I would slow down to match the speed of cars on our right side just so they could get a glimpse of her.

Two blocks from home and then it hit me. It was now time to stop at our favorite Navy bar and have some fun with her. I was fortunate, unfortunate for Sally though, I had parking right in front of the bar and there was plenty of light there. I left Sally sitting there so exposed and vulnerable. Walked inside and met up with one of my buds. I really liked Ross. I mean after all we drank a lot of rum together, did some crazy shit and I was fucking his short sexy wife who was about the same height of Sally and the two women were great friends btw. Every time they went out to sea I would go over to Ross’s house or his wife would come over to mine. She was just like Sally, prim and proper. But before the evening was over we were fucking like mad dogs. Besides she gave great bj’s and swallowed which Sally never did. He never knew it. Note: on one occasion when he was away from his wife he asked to see pics of my wife. I let him view all he wanted on my cell phone. And even downloaded them to him (I doubt he still has them).  It was a week after that and since I figured I owed him we had him over to the house. We purposely got Sally drunk talking about old times. You got it she passes out. Ross got some deep throating that night with my wife. I never got to see his wife’s tits filmed but I did have the pleasure of sucking and using them. So it’s paid back. It was funny how both Ross and his wife (Stacey) were. They visited us in Texas years ago and each one took me aside and told me not to say anything (like I was?? NOT). I did get several pairs of Stacey’s sexy nylon panties to jerk off into which she always enjoyed watching. She would always suck me hard and then we would go at it afterwards.

Anyway inside the club Ross and I were talking and he noticed me watching people exit the club. He asked me what was up. I told Ross to follow me outside. I had two younger sailor standing at Sally’s door just really staring at her. Ross took a look also. He told me that it was awesome. I simply opened her door, reached in and slid her seat all the way back. Leaning her seat all the way back I did some major tit molesting and even got some stinky finger from her. All the while those three were watching me as I spread her legs apart. Ross had some female sailor with her so he didn’t do anything to Sally. The two younger sailors were just too thrilled and couldn’t believe what they were seeing. I closed her door and told them goodbye. Ross and his female friend went back into the bar/cub, while the two younger ones just stood there staring at Sally. I looked at them and figured why not. “Hey do ya’ll want a ride back to your ship?” Yes, well get in. I turned the car around and was watching them in the rear view mirror. They looked like they would bust a nut any minute. I stopped the car at the curb, looked back at them and told them, what are you waiting on? Sally has a pussy and some nice tits that need taken care of. That was all they needed as they climbed into the front seat. One went down on his knees between her legs and started fingering and eating her. The other sat on her chest roughly playing with her 42ds and sucking them. I watched him as he slid his pants down and watched him fuck her tits. Making sure he got some mouth action from her. The other one on the floor board didn’t need to be told anything. He slid down his pants also and started fucking Sally. It was cramped but it was great watching the scene.

I started up the car again and drove toward their ship. I was driving real slow watching them. I tell you that they both came at the same time. They continued playing with Sally until I reached their ship. They simply got dressed and walked out of the car. Sally had cum all over her. I had them use their shirts to clean her off, lol. Once done they just turned and walked away. At home I had a hell of a time getting her into our house. I almost had to carry her she was still that far out of it. I laid her down on our bed, face down and went to retrieve her clothes from the car including her panty hose and bra. I hung up her uniform and just tossed her other items into the laundry. Walking past her so many times seeing her like that, well I decided to get a few pics. I got the camera out to take pics of her but never got around to it. I was to obsessed with fucking her. I came so much that night. In the morning I was up early in the kitchen making coffee when I heard her stirring. Sally was talking to the iron maiden. And then she walks into the kitchen with the camera. She was still naked (a lovely sight to see). Luckily I didn’t take any pics as she reviewed it. She just put the camera down, turned around and went back to bed.

I let her sleep off her hangover. She never said anything about that night. All I told her was she got real drunk. She didn’t remember a thing. We fucked like newly weds for about a month after that night. Sally did let on that quite a few younger sailors were always hitting on her and she wondered why. Those couple of days that Ross was at our house and while we were out bbq'ing. We started talking about our wives. Ross told me his wife wouldn't give him bj's. And she didn't really start talking nasty during their fucking until after they left Italy. And she would always bring up my name "Mikey" while they were fucking. I stood there faceless and flat out told him it wasn't this "Mikey", but I wished it was :) Regardless, I did let him exact any revenge "feelings" about his wife on Sally that night. I wonder if she is sucking his cock now?