Arriving to the afterparty

The rain was coming down stronger now that we were in the road. A curtain of water draped over windshield of my car, periodically pulled back for a moment by the wipers. A cycle of obfuscation and revelation happening like clockwork.

Everybody had laughed off Deacon's comment of course. Olivia giggling and playfully telling him he needed to be quite about that, her words slurred. Those last two shots seemed to be hitting her hard.

Was it crazy to leave my drunk wife in the car with a guy who told me to ky face he was going to fuck her? Yeah it was a joke, but what if they took that joke to far?

"So... how do you know everybody?" I asked the stranger sitting next to me in the car.

"Stan's a great guy!" Chase chimed in from the back-seat. "Tell him that story about how you fucked those twins!"

"Heh heh, simple chemistry boss." Stan the formerly nameless man said. "Chemistry and a big fat cock!"

"Sounds amazing." I offered in response. My eyes focused straight ahead.

"Two buxom blonde bimbos, and they still weren't enough woman for me!" He had a kind of whiny voice that seemed to just burrow into your ear. "Not like your wife boss. She fucks like it's her job!"

"That's because it is the lady's job." Mark said. His voice soothing over the pain that listening to Stan was.

"And my God is she dedicated to her job. Am I right Jacob?" Chase said.

"Haha yeah, she really is..." Chase kept pushing me to join in om the whole, 'talking about guys fucking my wife' thing. Did he enjoy that it was making me uncomfortable, or was he trying to help me fit in? He remembered my name for the first time tonight, so that was positive.

"If I worked with you guys I'd be keeping that slut under my desk all day man! Have her suckkn' me off while I get shit done!"

So Stan didn't work with the company? Or maybe not just with their team?

"So the twins, the twins! Keep going!" Chase urged Stan to get back on track.

"Right, so these to babe's were foreign I think? Naive and willing to believe anything I told them..."

Stan droned on with his story and I mostly tuned him out. Offering the occasional 'Uhuh' or 'nice man'. I needed all my attention on the road. On the car in front of us.

A good view at that dark shrouded interior eluded me in all but the best conditions. When the glass wasn't completely covered with water and the lights from a passing car. It amounted to a flash. A quick snapshot of the scene that was unfolding in front of me, just a few feet away but impossibly distant.

Most of the time what I could see was nothing. Just the silhouettes of three people sitting in the back of a cab. But then a flash of two heads close together. Just whispering something? Swaying with the movement if the car? Or was his head nuzzled against her neck, kissing her soft pale skin lower and lower...

I needed to stop myself but I couldn't look away. Literally. With the heavy rain I needed to focus on the road, on the car in front of me. I had **** but to watch as one silhouetted head seemed to disappear below, out of sight. The shadow of my wife's face, her lips, getting awfully close to the man sitting next to her.

"Hey! Listening boss?" Stan said, lightly punching my arm.

"Huh? Uhh, yeah. Just focusing on the drive is all."

"I think our boy is trying to get a look at the action!" Chase patted my shoulder over the cars seat. "What's our girl getting up to?"

Nothing was the answer I knew was true, even if my imagination and nerves were telling me different. It was the answer I wanted to believe, but not the one I could give.

"Deacon's totally going down on her." I told them. "She's probably got her tits out so the driver can see as well."

"Yeah dude! And look at that, the sluts climbing onto his dick now!"

"Nothing keeps our cowgirl from mounting her stallions when she's this many drinks down."

"What are you guys seeing, I can't see shit with all this rain?"

Stan was leaning all the way forward, trying to see what the guys were talking about. But there wasn't really anything to see, just vague impression of dark smudges. Interpreted in the way their fantasies lead them, like a sexual rorschach test.

Sure the way their heads were side by side could be from Olivia mounting one of the guys and fucking him reverse cowgirl style, but come on. In a taxi? On a public street? Again the absurdity of it helped ground me. Kept my thoughts away from the more realistic potential happenings.

"She's totally riding of of the guys while jerking off the other? Can't you tell?" I told Stan. The poor guy in his drunken state probably forgot about the game, and desperately believed this was all real.

"Wait, I see it!" Stan grinned, leaning back in his chair. "Caught a glimpse of the sluts eyes rolling back while she got choked out by that dude fucking her!"

That was a bit of a stretch, even for this game. There way no way he was seeing this with that much detail. I mean, he wasn't driving so he could probably get a better look than me, but still.

"Bet you caught the moment Deacon filled the inside of her fine pussy." Mark said, adjusting his pants. "I think our new guy likes to get rough right at the finish."

"Guess that means we'll finish up driving soon then." Chase said.

"What do you mean?"

"Come on Jacob, why do you think we've been driving around in circles? She wanted the new guys cum I'm her before we keep partying."

"Right yeah.... I bet she did." We had been driving for a while when the hotel was supposed to be close by. And I hadn't been paying attention to it before, but it did seem like we were driving past places we'd already been by.

Probably just the taxi guy getting lost with all the rain. Yeah, that had to be it.

Coincidentally we did arrive at the hotel only a few minutes after Chases comment. But with as long as we'd been on the road so far, we were bound to get their sooner than later. Still, all these fantasies and joking around being so close to reality kept me unsettled. A defensive, instinctual part of my brain constantly throwing up red flags where there didn't need to be any.

The guys had me drop them off at the front of the hotel where it was dry under cover. The curtain of rain opening up for the end of the show, as the actors came out to bow.

Olivia stumbled out of the cab, waving the guy off with a wink. Her eyes hazily scared around and latched onto me, lighting up with excitement.

"Baaby! Are you having fun!" She asked me. Leaning onto my window, giving the guys a good view of her ass.

"Yeah honey, it's been... interesting."

"That's so good baby! You know I want all my boys to be happy!" She was swaying like a sailor who'd stepped onto dry land for the first time in a year. The guys behind her seemed mesmerised by the view. Even the bellhop couldn't resist staring at her ass.

"You know I'm happy when your happy."

"Awe baby your so sweet!" She leaned all the way through the window, planting a wet drunken kiss on my lips. I savoured the moment as much as I could, but my thoughts drifted to thinking about how high up her skirt the guys would be able to see now...

"Hurry up and get out babe!" She told me. Slipping back down. "I wanna dance with you!"

"I can't get out yet, I've got to park the car first." Olivia put in the biggest pouty face. "But I'll be quick. Save me your first dance, okay?"

"Don't you think the man of the hour deserves her first dance?" Deacon came up beside Olivia, resting one hand on my car and the other... I couldn't see with her in the way, but it must have been resting on her back. It seemed to startles her a little, making her jolt and grip onto side of the car.

"Muhhmm, th-thats right. You don't -Mummhh- don't mind if DeaCon g-ggets me f-first?" She seemed a little in pain. The bastard was probably to drunk to notice he was leaning on her, and she was to polite to tell him to back off.

Better to just tell her it was fine so he'd get off her.

"Sure baby."

Olivia dove in for a kiss again. A more aggressive and passionate one than the first. She even got a little bitey with it, which she normally only did when we were fucking. The attention for all the guys must have been driving her crazy, especially considering the dry spell we'd been having.

I know it was getting to me. Just feeling her lips tear into mine had me as hard as a fucking steel rod. If she didn't break off the kiss when she did, there was a real chance I might have cum right here and now.

"I'll be waiting for you." She half moaned, half giggled. "Oh and take my bag would you!"

I lingered a little in the drop off area, watching Olivia and her team make their way inside. Her ass swayed with every step, and Deacon was brazen enough to have his hand resting on it. Not exactly groping it, but definitely getting a good feel. The new guy probably just didn't get the boundaries as much as the others.

Chase glanced back as they walked through the door, noticing me noticing Deacon's hand. He gave me a quick head nod and a look that said, 'Don't worry man, I'll straighten him out.'.

At least that's how I interpreted it. I didn't really know they guy well but I felt like I could trust him. He was trying to include me in their game and I appreciated that. Even if being included meant making up fake stories about them fucking my wife.

I'd have to talk to Olivia about all this tomorrow. Make sure she really is okay with it all. She seemed that way now, but being drunk put her in a certain mood. This was a weird way to manage a team, but if it was what Olivia thought was best then I trusted her.

I did trust her.

Even knowing she was probably stuffed into an elevator right now with all her drunk horny coworkers, who'd spent all night joking about fucking her.

Hmmm. Being alone with my thoughts was making it hard to keep the paranoia at bay. Better to just hurry up and park so I could go have that dance.

I took the handbag Olivia dropped off with me and threw it into the back seat. Turning back hands on the steering wheel, I paused.

Was that...

I almost didn't want to check. To just drive on and tell my self I'd imagined it. But I couldn't. Not without it consuming my thoughts for the rest of the night.

I turned back and there they were. The unwanted answer to my question, sitting at the top of her bag and not between her legs like they should have been.

Olivia's panties.