My wife sat down to put on her heels, and I noticed her pussy peaking visibly from beneath the hem of her very short dress. Bambi always goes out to meet a date without any panties on so that the other guy can freely fondle her, finger fucking her tight, freshly-shaved snatch. My wife secretly loves to show off her petite body and pussy to those white middle-aged perverts you find here. She enjoys the look of lust her make-up, dress and wanton behaviour provokes. In fact, my wife is always telling me how she wants to get their cock hard for her, so she can fuck them. I swallowed hard, thinking about how he would react to that sight. Bambi fastened a solid silver anklet with the words “Hot Bitch” above her ankle, the kind of accessory a hooker might have worn, before slipping into a pair of black stiletto high-heels.
She stood up, paced up and down in her heels, looking at herself in the mirror critically.
“How do I look, darling?” she asked, looking for my seal of approval.
“So sexy and fuckable,” I croaked.
“Do you think Giles will like me?” she asked.
“I’m sure he will want to fuck your brains out,” I replied sincerely.
“Good!” she retorted, pleased. “I will be spending the whole night with him and fucking him many times. I don’t want you interfering with my pleasure…”
I held my breath. She looked so deliciously fuckable all dressed up in her sexy clothes and made up like a delightfully slutty bar hooker. I wanted to take her there and then, but I held back. Much better to fuck her after she had been screwed senseless and pumped full of virile cum by her big lover’s cock.
One final step was still required before she could do what I so desperately wanted to watch her do. She needed to prepare herself mentally as well as physically to fuck the Frenchman. She had to go from being the shy, reserved and prude housewife, to a drunken filthy slut ready to flirt shamelessly and fuck anything white with a hard cock. This final and almost magical transformation is reached quite simply when Bambi gets a little drunk on beer, wine, or preferably whiskey. The alcohol gives her the moral license and freedom she needs to justify her behavior and actions to herself. It is a license and excuse to behave shamelessly with her chosen lover. I have witnessed this startlingly horny transformation a number of times now. It takes perhaps an hour for the alcohol to take effect. The waiting is usually so frustrating. By that point I am really horny and I want to see her fucking. If she drinks too much or too little, it can be a disaster. She needs 2 large beers, or 2 glasses of red wine to loosen up and behave like a slut. Any more and she is sleepy, any less and she remains too passive and reserved.
To get things started in the right direction, she poured herself a whiskey and drunk it straight while she checked the messages on her phone.
“Giles says to meet him at the Shangri-La hotel lobby bar directly,” she said, licking her lips nervously; her eyes were shining with excited anticipation.