Mum’s Night Out

Not the first time after a moms night that I’ve been woken up by the sound of my drunk wife tucking into a juicy burger in just her underwear…

While their kids drop their bags in their dorms, bored boarding school moms look for opportunities to fill their gaps between exiats.

There’s always one slummy mummy who loses more than just her inhibitions during her rare drunken night out with the mums.

Nothing’s suspiciously out of place when she returns to work after our “lunch date” - although her beaming grin raises few office eyebrows…😏

“Both…” she replied, throwing a guilty but grateful look my way.

Oh no, only the ones I want her to bring back later…

When she uses the $1000 luxury birthday handbag her husband’s just gifted her, to protect her knees during my cheap back-alley blowie…

For my stroke of midnight, I’ll be popping my cork for all the drunk dressy moms worldwide who wish their dry flutes (and mouths) could be overfilled with frothy white fluid

Oh gosh no. Only the ones I want her to bring back later.

“Not here…” she whispered, returning the zip to below her pert milfy rack - before dragging me to the rear exit for another go, out back.