It all started quite by accident one night after Carla's sister got married. Carla, my wife of twelve years, was not much of a drinker and a little prudish in her general demeanor to say the least. She is very attractive and she still had the same shape as the day we married. We found out before we were married that I was infertile, but Carla said that children didn't matter to her so we got hitch. Yes, after twelve years of marriage, Carla was still as tight as the day we met. Although Carla had very large breast that seemed to defy gravity, her well rounded rear end was by far her best feature in my eyes. She usually wore clothes that hid her voluptuous body, to my dismay, as I enjoyed it when men took notice of her and the look she got in her eye when they did.
As Carla was dressing for the wedding I peered at her through the crack in the bedroom door. I guess that I am a closet voyeur because I find it quite arousing watching her sometimes when she isn't aware. She put on a lacy red bra, low cut, which barely covered her large nipples. My manhood began to harden as she pulled the red lacy thong up between the cheeks of her succulent butt and made adjustments to her garter and stockings. The red dress she chose rather surprised me as it was very low cut and showed off a lot of cleavage. She put on a little too much make-up, but I kept that to myself as I didn't want to spoil the evening as I sometimes do by letting myself be heard.
Carla's sister Lucy looked quite beautiful all dressed in white, 'although she had been around the block a few times'. Dinner was excellent and the speeches were very amusing. The wine was very good and I noticed some of the men were staring at Carla's cleavage when ever they had the
opportunity. Carla paid little attention as this was her little sister's wedding and she was going to have fun. The drinks flowed freely and soon I knew Carla was at her limit. By the time that the bride and groom finished the first dance she started to slur her words and was becoming rather loud. I made sure that the drinks she received after that were watered down, but by then the damage had been done. I knew we would be leaving early as she began to stagger. She almost fell but I caught her and sat her down and held on to her. She began to nod off and I knew it was time. I grabbed her hand bag and tucked it into my jacket and pulled poor Carla to her feet. I
put her arm over my shoulder and walked her across the hall toward the door. She was staggering as I tried to hold her up so it wouldn't appear as it was.
Just then a young lad, maybe in his early twenties asked if I needed a hand and put Carla's other arm around his shoulder before I could answer. I noticed his eyes were fixed on my wife's breasts which were in his plain view as we exited the door into the parking lot. As we made our way to my car I could feel his arm moving behind Carla. 'He must be coping a feel of
Carla's butt', I thought as I felt my manhood stir.
"Sorry for the trouble ," I said as we found the car and I opened the door.
"Not a problem," he said as we sat Carla into the car. His eyes bugged out as he caught a view of Carla's crotch as she was sitting in a most unladylike position on the front seat.
"Shit," I said. "Carla's handbag is back in the hall. Will you sit with her for a minute while I go fetch it?" I asked as if I didn't know the answer.
"Not a problem," he replied as he sat next to Carla, not taking his eyes of her breasts.
