Some friends of ours were having one of those murder mystery parties where you get dressed up and role play to try and figure out whodunnit. Anyway, as we went through our courses, large, full glasses of wine kept magically appearing before us. I kind of took it easy on the drinking because I knew I would wind up driving, but my wife Brenda kept on going. She was so shit-faced that she was about 90% passed out in the car.
As I drove her home, I took the opportunity to stop by a local suburban adult book store under the guise of getting her a new piece of nipple jewelry (she loves to wear that stuff on her nips). I had been feeling her up the whole way there and had her bra open and had also taken off her tights and panties. All that covered her was a sheer satin blouse and a long skirt. A local pervert (a short, grey haired guy about 50) who was roaming the parking lot got a quick glimpse of her tits as we pulled into the parking lot. I covered her back up and locked the door and headed for the shop. As I walked by the old pervert I called out to him, "Wait til I come out and I'll let you look at her some more!" When I came out he was still there. We moved towards each other and he said something like, "Did you say what I thought you said?" I replied, "Come on, she's almost completely passed out anyway!"
I got in the car and uncovered her tits and pussy. The guy came over to the passenger window and peered through the window glass cautiously. At first she was only lit by a nearby flourescent streetlight. I got bolder and began playing with her tits. She moaned and enjoyed it. Occasionally she would stir and with a glazed look of mild paranoia ask where we were and if we were home yet. I kept reassuring her that we would be there in a little while and that she should just relax and keep her eyes closed. After awhile I got up the courage to turn the lights on inside the car to give him a better look as I continued playing with her tits and then with her pussy. With the light now on I could see the old guy had his dick out and was jacking off so I figured what the Hell, if I could feel up her tits, maybe he would also like to feel her up a bit. I opened the window separating him from her and motioned to him to bring his hand in the window but he would not. Then he asked me quietly, "Is she a hooker?" I said, "No, she's my wife." He nodded with respect and approval. I asked "Would like like to touch her?" but he politely refused saying, "I just like to watch, thanks". I figured "OK buddy, whatever" and continued to play with her while he jacked off. It was still an incredible adrenaline rush, as my heart pounded with fear and excitement. Finally, he came on the ground next to the car. He said, "Thanks". I said, "No problem, Take it easy" and I pulled out of the space and drove off.
I wish there was more to the story but that's all there was to it. I DID take her home and fuck her royally, then later on I came on her face. I took pictures (some Polaroids) of her stripping out of her clothes and also a couple of her lying exposed and passed out on the bed.