John and Mary had been married 3 wonderful years and while their jobs kept them busy and away from each other quite often lately they always kept in touch.

On one of those many nights when Mary had the house to herself, while John was away on a business trip, she sat in front of the tv flipping channels barely paying attention until she heard the doorbell ring. Looking at the clock she noted that it was nearly 8pm and wondered who’d be around this late. Slipping into her robe she opened the door to a delivery man standing with two cases of wine and a note from her husband apologizing for his absence and hoping that she’d enjoy the wine, Love John.

She took the wine, paid the delivery man, and waved a good night as she closed the door and set the cases of wine on the kitchen table, she sat their staring at them and remembering the last time she’d had such fine wine to drink, it had been their honeymoon as they had drank the wine and made passionate love deep into the night only getting enough of each other once the sun had begun to rise over the horizon. As she took a bottle of wine and drank from it slowly her eyes closed and she lost herself in the fond memory, her fingers slipping down to relieve the feeling of exquisite wetness that had formed between her thighs and as the memory of that wondrous night ran through her mind her fingers worked inside her furiously soaking in the hot juices that poured from her. Before she knew it the bottle of wine was half empty and her tight pussy was contracting around her fingers exploding hot juices down to her knuckles, her body going limp as she lay their in blissful remembrance. She quickly finished the remainder of the bottle and set it on the table wobbling her way towards her bedroom and unceremoniously passing out in bed.

Unbeknown to her someone was very aware that she was all by herself and was planning to take full advantage of that fact. Slowly and quietly unlocking the front door he slipped into the house checking for any signs of life when he spotted the bottles of wine and smiled to himself as he slipped down the hall to the open bedroom door. He watched the woman sleep her breathing shallow her body motionless, he took a deep breath through his nose and found the distinct aroma of her flowing juices and grinned. It seemed she had made a mess before he’d arrived, all the better for him.