On that occasion, I arrived home at a typical time ... but that was where typical ended. Most of the time I'd come home to a sleeping household, maybe watch some movie on TV for a while and eventually, around sunrise, go to bed. The ex was always asleep and had stopped being interested in waking up for any sort of "slap and tickle". I was pretty surprised when she met me at the door in a black, sheer nightgown. It was one I hadn't seen before. I said something like "you're lookin pretty good."

She didn't say anything, just took me by the hand and led me to our bedroom. It had been really dark at the entry hall and all the way to our bedroom. In the room, she had a bedside lamp on. In that light, I could see that the sheer nightgown was the only layer of cloth on her, no panties, just her under that thin material. My clothes came off in a shared effort. While I pulled my shirt off, she was un-buckling my belt and pulling my pants ... underwear and all ... down to my ankles. During this, she started breathing harder and sort of making a "mmmmmmmm" sound when she exhaled. It also started to be more obvious that she was pretty drunk.

With my pants down around my ankles, Carol started to try pulling my shoes and pants off all at once. She was squatting down in front of me. Things were getting all tangled up and she started to loose her balance. First she sort of leaned back, but caught herself by grabbing behind one of my naked legs. I leaned back a little because she was pulling and then she came tumbling forward and I went over, onto my back, on the bed.

I knew she was pretty drunk already, but at that moment it was completely confirmed. Sober, Carol was a minimalist when it came to sex. Put it in and pump til you cum was her idea of a good time. There we were, I'm on my back, pants caught around my ankles and sort of pulled over my shoes. Carol was now kneeling at the foot of the bed and looking at me over my cock.

She still hadn't said a word. She just leaned forward and started to kiss my balls. I remember thinking "I hope she doesn't pass out before we can have some time here." After a little kissing, she started licking them .. and slowly stroking me. It really felt great and I would have opened my legs to give her easier access to my balls, but my ankles were trapped in my pants and she was kneeling on my pants.

Then she started to suck my cock. Something she almost never did ... but it was like she was trying to make up for lost time. I sat up on the bed and reached down her back, trying to touch her ass and squeeze it. When I did, she sucked harder and lifted it up a bit. I pulled on her to get her up on the bed. With a little climbing and fumbling ... during which she never let my cock out of her mouth ... she was on the bed and I was pulling her over me. By this time I was gonna take every advantage of her mood that I could. Getting her into a 69 position was all I could think of. One more thing she didn't like, especially with her on top. It made her feel dirty, she said.

This time, when I got her knees straddling my shoulder with her pussy open above me ... I pulled down on her and lifted my head and started tonguing her slit. Her cock sucking got more intense and, pretty soon, with every second or third stroke on my cock with her mouth, she'd pull off and moan and actually pant for a moment of two. There was a short while that I thought I was going to get her hot enough that I could get away with cumming in her mouth. I could feel her starting to tremble a little bit, especially when my tongue hit her clit. Suddenly she pulled her head up and scooted down my body and just jammed herself down on my cock. As soon as it was all the way in she started to cum. All the while she started talking for the first time since I arrived at home ... "give it to me ... squirt in me ... please ... squirt in me."