She came home more than slightly drunk, completely disheveled and missing her panties. When questioned, this is what she told me. It was the usual night out with the girls after work. She's a teacher. Wasn't supposed to be anything major just drinks after work to blow off some steam. She was wearing a black pencil skirt and a fitted white collared blouse. Kind of the sexy librarian thing but not trashy. And of course black heels. Instead of going to the regular bar one of the younger teachers wanted to go to a new club. When they got there my wife said she was bummed because it was a typical club...packed, overpriced drinks, too loud to talk. She nursed her drink while some of the other girls danced. Surprisingly though the drinks weren't watered down. She had two, ordered a third, and decided to head to the dance floor with it. (Later she admitted the drinks were LI iced teas so she was feeling little pain at this point.) She joined her friends and killed the third drink while dancing.

She was definitely feeling the buzz when after the next song she headed to the bathroom. While heading across the dance floor she was jostled into a group of guys standing next to the dance floor. (My guess is it was probably more of a drunken stumble.) Any way, she claims to have wound up with one of the guys with his arms wrapped around her holding her up. As luck would have it for him, his right hand wound up with a nice big handful of one of her 36Ds. He helped her up apologizing for the location of his hand. She looked up at him and thought he was cute. It may have been the alcohol, it may not, but her reply was to press her chest up against him and whisper in his ear that it was okay but the other one was jealous. Of course the other guys heard this and started hooting and hollering. As she broke away she gave a grab of his cock and walked away smiling over her shoulder. Her heart was beating a mile a minute as she headed to the bathroom. She made it to the stall and took care of business but as she wiped herself she felt a tingle as she thought of what had just happened. According to her she could still feel his hand on her breast. She started to rub herself when one of her friends who had seen what had happened came in to check on her. She said she was fine and left the stall but now she was all worked up.

As she left the bathroom, of course, the guy she had just had he little encounter with was waiting right outside talking with one of his friends. He again apologized and offered to buy her a drink. Her friend tried to run interference but my wife dismissed her and said yes to the drink. She headed to the bar with both guys for her fourth LI iced tea. At the bar she made some small talk with the guys as they waited for their drinks. A seat opened up and she hopped into it. Of course when she did this her skirt hiked up exposing quite a bit of leg. The drinks arrived and the next thing she realized the original guys hand was resting on the her inside of her thigh, way up the inside of her thigh. Instead of saying anything she sat back and crossed her legs trapping his hand. She shot him an evil grin and reminded him it was her other boob that was jealous not her pussy. The guy grinned, apologized and said if he had his hand back he'd remedy the situation. While looking him in the eye she adjusted the girls and said she hoped so. All the while his friend stood there providing cover with a shit eating grin on his face.

During this exchange the fourth drink had arrived and began to disappear into my wife. Feeling absolutely no pain and incredibly mischievous, my wife downed the last half of the drink, unbuttoned two buttons on her blouse, winked, and headed back for the dance floor with the guys hot on her tail. No sooner did she get on the dance floor than she was the filling in a guy sandwich. The first guy got her and pulled her in close with one hand while the other went straight to her boob. The other guy reached around from behind and stuck his hand in her blouse on the other boob. My wife just stood there and enjoyed being felt up on the dance floor by two hot guys, and it didn't stop there. The next thing she knew more buttons were opening on her shirt and her bra was being pushed up. Luckily the club was so crowded that most of the people surrounding her weren't paying attention. Regardless, the guys managed to maneuver her to a corner where they could have a little more "privacy". The rest of their friends made their way to the corner to provide some additional cover and catch a glimpse of the show.

As the guys played with her boobs, she could feel one of them hiking her skirt up. She took the opportunity to straddle one of the guy’s legs and start grinding on his thigh. At this point she was gone. She could feel a hand on her ass, but didn't care. The less she cared, the bolder the guys became. Her shirt was now fully open and the first guy was kissing her cleavage. The guy in back stripped down her panties and began to play with her pussy. One guy kissing her boobs, another rubbing her clit, the loud music, the flashing lights, and the alcohol had turned her into a wanton slut. She wanted and needed more. She asked the guys to take her out to their car. She needed a cock inside her and didn't care where. She just need it immediately. As she headed out the door with the guys, she was "rescued" by her friends and brought home. She came in the house disheveled and needing it badly. She dragged my ass upstairs and hopped on me she rode me hard until she exploded as she related the story of her evening. Needless to say, she really wanted to go back to that club.