In our twenties my wife and I used to throw parties with friends of ours and others in our small eight unit apartment building. Most of the male friends attending were from work, and at the time drinking was very heavy. At this particular party, my wife was just starting to drink again after having our second child, so she was definitely a lightweight and should have slowed down her drinking, until her body started to adjust to the intake of large amounts of alcohol.
I tried talking with her a few times, and said that if she didn’t slow down, she might find herself embarrassed by the morning. The party seemed to go on late into the night, with most people staying until the early hours of the morning. Female friends, neighbors, and wives would occasionally flash their tits at everybody attending, and get loud approval and cheers from the crowd.
While dancing, some females would go topless, t-shirts without bras, or wearing just their bras due to the heat of summer, and my wife was no different. She was wearing a hip hugging pair of shorts, and removed her t-shirt showing her tiny bikini top, and her very milk engorged breasts from the recent birth of our son.
As the drinks flowed, and people came and went, no one was feeling much pain and with the music blaring the party was getting wilder. At one point my wife said that she was going to run to the bathroom, and hoped that she made it back with all her clothes on. I laughed, and told her that as drunk as she was, I worried that she might be right.
I watched her from a distance, and she was flirting with men and woman alike, and flashing the entire way to our apartment on the second floor. After she made it into our apartment, a few of our close friends were keeping an eye on her as well, and followed her inside to make sure she made it there safely. When I made it into our apartment, there were three couples we were very good friends with, and a couple of other friends from the apartment complex.
A few of the women followed her into the bathroom to make sure she was going to be ok, and after about 15 minutes, they came out laughing and staggering through the living room. I asked one of the females that was in the bathroom with her if she was ok, and she said that my wife was tanked, and talking about returning to the party completely nude, and wondering who would notice or care. She told me that she didn’t even think that my wife would make it out of our apartment, much less back to the main party.
I went to check on my wife, and she was completely out cold, and mostly undressed laying on the tile floor. After I went back out to the living room, I told most of them that we were going to call it a night, and let most of the friends leave, but asked a few of our close friends and couples to stay behind, because I had a prank for my wife. They all agreed to the prank, and were all laughing when I asked them to run around asking for ink pens, and various colors of markers and return to our apartment.
Within 30 minutes everyone was back with their collection of pens and markers. We all went into the bedroom, and then a few of the men helped me carry my intoxicated wife back into the living room, laying her onto the carpeted floor. A few of us started removing her remaining clothing, then a few more used wet washcloths to wipe the sweat from my wife’s now nude body.
We were constantly checking on her to make sure that she was doing ok, and just passed out. Then we all sat around her on the floor and using the various writing utensils started signing her body with multiple fake and real names, and leaving some very erotic comments on her. We wrote things like “thanks for the blowjob”, “great pictures of the threesome in the courtyard”, “wow, your asshole was so tight”, “you offering your sweet breast milk was something I’d wait in line for again”, “thanks for my first lesbian sex sweetie”…..and more!!!
Then a few of the women thought that it would be a nice touch to shave off her hairy blond pussy leaving it smooth and bare. Everyone kept coming up with new ideas, and then the women started trying on different colors of lipstick, and kissing her from head to toe, and especially around her mouth, nipples, breasts, inner thighs, and pussy area. Since we had been writing on her on almost all surfaces front and back, she was now completely covered.
Everyone kept thinking of different poses for her, and even posed with her taking Polaroid photos and scattering them around her nude body. We all sat back admiring our work, and had even let a few of the friends outside come in and add to the photo shots of her. In one shot, a female friend squatted onto her face and smeared the lipstick there around her mouth with her own pussy juice as a “reminder” of the night she had, while another woman licked at her bare pussy, and fingered herself to orgasm.
Two of the guys joined the photos placing her hands on their cocks and stroking themselves, until they came across her lipstick covered titties, and belly. We drank some more while looking at our artwork, and every once in awhile, someone would go over to her, do something else with her, telling everyone to take a photo. Before the night was done, she had cum and pussy juice all over her body, and the few of us that remained lounged around in various states of undress, and slept that way until morning.
When she first woke up, I watched as she looked around the room first, then slowly looked down at her body, then at the others in the room, some she knew, others she didn’t. She finally crawled across the room toward the bathroom, and then saw herself in the full length mirror, and gasped. Everyone woke up, walked past her, either kissing her, pinching or pulling her rosy nipples, or slapping her on the ass as they left the apartment.
I told her that she might want to get in the shower and see if some of the ink would come off of her. Then she noticed that her pussy was shaved bare, all the photos scattered about, and the dried cum all over her body. I made sure that the only thing that entered her pussy were fingers, and tongues (mostly female).
The closest was a very good friend of mine who laid his cock across her lips and came into her hair. While she showered, I collected all of the photos, and kept the ones I definitely wanted, and stacked the rest on the table next to a cup of hot coffee for her at the table. When she came into the kitchen, I just said that she may want to try to get more ink off of herself before work on Monday, and told her she may want to look through the pictures and see how much fun “she” had last night.
It was a party to remember, and she did find out over the next few months what all happened, and that it was just a few of us that did this, and not the hundreds of names signed upon her bare skin.
