My wife is never, has never been very vocal in bed. Except for one occasion.
We'd been to a friends house for a bbq and she got completely hammered. She began to fall about, drunk, so I ordered a taxi, to take us home. I almost had to carrynher into the house and getting her upstairs to bed was a nightmare. Once in the bedroom, she collapsed onto the bed, out cold. I began to undress her, so I could get her into bed, properly. Blouse off, bra off, shoes off, no problem. Undone her jeans and began to pull them off and she began to, rouse. Once her jeans were off, I started to remove her panties. She opened her eyes and asked me what I was doing, so I told her undressing her, so I could get her into bed. She giggled and said, "that's naughty"and she lifted her arse up, so I could remove her knickers. While I was pulling them down, she said, "You shouldn't be doing this, it's naughty" and giggled again. I asked why it was naughty, she replied with, "because you're Andrea's hubby". Andrea was our host's daughter. She was so drunk, she thought I was a young married man, probably 20 years her junior. So, I played along... she wanted me stripped off and once I was naked, she started sucking my cock and started fingefing her pussy. She was moaning very loud, laid back opened her legs and said, "come on then big boy, fuck me but no one can know about this". I plunged my cock into her and she was soaking wet. She began shouting, "fuck me, big boy, fuck me hard! Harder! Oh god, that feels good! Fuck me, deeper faster. No one can know about this".
I was hammering her like never before and she stopped me and turned over onto her knees and again, told me to fuck her hard. While I was banging her sloppy, wet pussy, I noticed her arsehole was pouting, so I wet my thumb and slid it into her arse. She was bouncing about like a wild cat ans screaming at me to fuck her hard, and repeating that no one could know about what we were doing.
The next day, she was very tender, head ache, sore pussy and arse. I asked her what she remembered but she said she cant even remember leaving our friends house. I asked her if she remembered getting jiggy with Paul, Andrea's husband and she said, "No, I didn't, and I wouldn't, he's not very good looking!
She's never been that vocal, or eager, since then. At least, not with me
