Drunk wife used

SSex had become a little stale over time,if we were both going to be honest. After 2 kids and 12 years of marriage the passion was lacking. I had tried to interest my wife Elaine in porn movies and she had seemed to enjoy it using sex toys for a while, but then we would find ourselves back to the hum drum routine. The fact that Elaine had been brought up strictly and was educated at a convent school,had instilled inhibiting ideas and values into her,such as ” Sex is for producing a family . It’s wrong to use contraception or it’s sinful for couples to stray after getting married”. The problem with the contraception rule was that it limited sex to a safe time after Elaine’s period when she was least likely to conceive. It made spontaneity difficult,to say the least.

I had raised the idea of “others” a couple of times, but Elaine’s shocked reaction soon stopped those idea’s. It wasn’t that she didnt like sex, or that she failed to find other men attractive. When Elaine had alcohol, another personality was waiting to get out. She did not drink often, but when she did, it was really “let your hair down time”. If music came on, she was up and dancing. If men were around, she was flirting. One time I had to rescue a shocked priest from a corner after a family wedding. But it always stopped short of Elaine really “getting” with someone and the next day she would be back to being faithful, little, wifey again.

Last year Elaine’s sister had a girl and a family Christening was coming up. On the day, celebration started eary as usual in the old, Irish, family tradition. Elaine had downed several vodka’s before the service and quite a few more afterwards. We ended up going into town and passing a bar were a band were playin. Elaine dragged me inside. I am not much of a dancer,but Elaine knows that and immediately threw herself onto the floor and got going with the hip action.

Elaine is 32 years old and has kept her looks and figure very well. Slim, with nice,firm, breasts and great legs, it was no surprise to see men looking at her as she gyrated on the dance floor. One in particular was really giving her the once over. There were alot of strangers in town and I presumed he was one of the Polish or eastern European men who had been taken on at the meat packing factory during the pre Christmas busy period. The man was older than us, maybe mid 40’s or so, with black hair and glasses. It was his clothes that singled him out as eastern European.