Let me tell you about my experience of letting my drunk wife be touched by a designated driver.

My wife's best friend had her birthday yesterday. We've known each other for 10 years and have a very good relationship. We get together 7-8 times a year. Her best friend works in sales and is under a lot of pressure. She usually drinks beer when we eat out. Last night, for her birthday, her best friend and her husband brought a case of alcohol to the restaurant. There were two bottles of baijiu (Chinese liquor), two bottles of red wine, and about 10 bottles of RIO cocktails. They also brought a case of beer from the restaurant. There were six of us, three men and three women, along with another family. My wife and I usually don't drink at all, but her best friend was a bit crazy last night and insisted that we drink. We had no choice but to drink. We drove there, but her best friend said it was okay, there were plenty of designated drivers. We didn't finish all the drinks at the restaurant, but my wife and I were both quite drunk. Then her best friend insisted on going to the karaoke bar next door, so I had no choice but to go with her. At the karaoke bar, we played dice. My wife didn't know how to play, but I knew a little. In the end, we drank a lot of beer at the karaoke bar. When it was time to leave, my wife had fallen asleep, and they were all swaying. I was also extremely dizzy, but I was still somewhat conscious. I called for my wife, but she was too drunk to wake up, so I told them to go first. Then it was just my wife and me in the private room. My wife was wearing a denim skirt. I kept calling for my wife, but since we were both drunk, I had no choice but to ask the hotel staff for the designated driver's number. The staff gave me an E-designated driver business card, and I called the driver. The driver said he would be there in about 20 minutes. Actually, there were designated drivers at the entrance, but I really didn't want to move. I said 20 minutes is 20 minutes. I told the driver the private room number and told him to wait for him in the private room. While waiting, I was thinking about how to get them to have intimate contact. This was a rare opportunity, and I wanted the designated driver to help me carry my wife. Suddenly, this thought came to mind, and I snapped out of it. I decided to let him carry me first, since it's harder to handle someone asleep. I wanted to spend more time in the private room, and if he couldn't lift her, we could help each other. Just then, the driver arrived. He was probably in his thirties, and of average appearance. I said, "Sir, my wife is asleep, and I've had too much to drink. Could you help me carry her to the car?" He said yes, and I stood up to help him. You know, when someone's drunk and asleep, they're really heavy. Having the driver help increase the contact area made it easier for them to stand. She was unsteady on her feet, so I said, "Sir, could you help me with that?" I went to the restroom, and my wife lost her balance and almost fell. The driver could only barely support her. I wasn't sure if "support" or "carry" was the right word, but my wife was in his arms anyway. Then I left, deliberately taking a little longer than usual, about 5 minutes before I came back. The driver was still holding her, and I honestly don't know if he did anything else in between. Then I asked the driver to carry me on his back, and I supported her from behind. I could see my wife's head pressed against the back of the driver's head, and her mouth near his ear. She was really heavy, and the driver was also struggling to carry her. Since we parked quite far away, the driver couldn't carry her any further than we had gone out the door, so he had to put her down. The driver and I then slowly walked along, each supporting one side. At that moment, I was thinking about how to do something more exciting. When I got to the car, I opened the door. The driver told me to go get the electric scooter from the door. At that moment, I had an idea. I said, "Driver, wait a minute, I'm going to throw up. Please help me support my wife." Then I ran to the green belt not far from the car and pretended to throw up. I pretended to throw up a few times, and then I glanced at them. My wife probably couldn't stand up, and the driver kept lifting her up, trying to straighten her up. I guess he touched the places he wanted to touch, even if he didn't want to. I glanced at them for a while before going over. I thought this experience was very exciting. Anyone else like this? Let's chat! I'm from Yangzhou.

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