Understanding the game

"It's my party!" Deacon flexed and stretched his muscles. "So I think I'll be taking the boss lady."

The double entendres were becoming a little too much. It had to be on purpose, but was to intentionally haze me or....

In one smooth motion, like he was just moving a chair, Deacon grabbed my wife by her waist and picked her up. I guess he was being literal when he said he was taking her.

He pulled her over his head and planted her on his shoulders, legs dangling over his chest. I didn't miss his eyes darting up her skirt when he'd had the chance, taking in whatever view he could get. It was pretty dark so he probably couldn't see anything really, but I wondered. If he could see up that skirt well enough... did he sneak a peak at her thong or at her bare pussy?

"Come on boys!" He shouted. His hands gripping onto her soft thighs. "First come first serve for the wildest ride tonight!"

With that most of the guys ran off, Deacon leading the charge. He seemed to bound more than run, making Olivia bend down and brace herself against his head. I don't think it was unintentional on his part that this meant her tits would be pressed up into him.

Before the guys ran off out the door and into the darkness, Olivia turned back and looked at me. Blowing me a kiss with a smile and a wink. Normally the kind of thing that would make my heart flutter, but today? Right now? The only thing I was thinking about whether there any any layer of clothing between Deacon's neck and her vagina.

"You okay man?" Chase asked. He'd been the only other guy to not run off in the hopes of 'riding Olivia'. "You're looking pale, and you didn't even drink anything."

"It's...its nothing..."

"I think I get it man." He slapped me on the back, hard enough that if I had been drinking it would have been violently and suddenly undrinked. "You've worried about the way the guys are acting with her. Right?"

"Noo..noo.." He raised his eyes. Not believing my blatant lie. "I mean.... yeah I guess."

"There's no shame in being a little jealous man. I know I'd be with a smoking babe like Olivia." With his hand resting on my shoulder, he walked us out of the bar. "The culture with big shot sales guys like us would come as a bit of a shock to a small fry like yourself. No offense."

"None taken." A lot was taken.

"Dick measuring contests, how many girls you've fucked and how hot they were. These things matter at our level. It's all a big boys club and the only way to get by as a girl is playing into it like she does." He spoke like he was giving sage advice, but it sounded more like he was talking about a high school football team.

"She let's her boys joke around with her, let's them get a bit physical and maybe lets them see a bit more than a guy like you would be comfortable. But it's all just a game."

"A game?"

"Yeah man, we're professionals!" He nodded his head, a little too vigorously. "The game between us is to one up each other with stories about how we've fucked your wife. But its just all talk man!"

"Wait, I'm sorry. You guys joke about fucking my wi-... your boss." I had to hold my tongue. Just hearing Chase talk about fucking my wife as a joke was making my blood pressure rise, I couldn't say the words myself.

"I get that you think it's a weird thing to do. But we're Alpha male types. We're all used to just taking the things that we want, that's why we're on the top floor while you're stuck at the bottom." There was a discongruity between the way he was insulting me and the genuine tone he was taking. Like he didn't even realise he was demeaning me, just saying it how he sees it.

"If we couldn't all joke, about fucking her." He continued. "Then we all would have actually fucked her by now. You get it?"

"Uhh, yeah." I didn't really. Or I only sort of did. I couldn't exactly understand the logic, but I could follow it. But most of all it helped put me at ease. Gave me an answer to those creeping questions I was starting to have that didn't leave my stomach twisted up knot that would make the ancient Greeks proud.

"Just wanted to let you know dude. The guys have been holding back a little because you just showed up and we weren't sure about you. But now that we all like you, you should get ready for that kinda talk to only get worse."

"Right...yeah. but it's all just talk?" It was kind of childish of me, but hearing that the guys liked me did perk me up a little.

"Exactly! Just us dudes blowing off steam." We crossed out the door and into the dark overcast night. A light drizzle that felt refreshing after being in that stuffy old bar.

Deacon and Freckles were already in the back of the cab, with Franz sitting up front. The guys sat either side of Olivia, rubbing shoulders with her while laughing and leering. That left me to drive Chase, Mark who I'd seen around the office before, and the other guy. I still wasn't sure who he was or where he'd come from. The other guys were big and muscular, but he was just big. Like a high school quarterback that had gone on to marry his sweetheart, have three kids and promptly let himself go.

Greasy hair and a consistent sleazy glint in his eyes, it was hard to imagine the guy working for our company and not as a used car salesman. Almost a complete contrast to the guy he was standing next to.

The oldest of the group, Mark had graying hair and some wrinkles to his face, but retained a fit toned body and attractive jaw line. He carried an air of sophistication and class, but was clearly fine with getting rowdy with the boys. Olivia had described him as 'Silver fox with a tongue to match', a description which took on some different connotations now...

"Hey Mark." Chase grinned at me while he spoke to the man. "So how'd you fuck Liv last night?"

He held his tongue, taking a drag if his cigarette and gesturing with a head nod towards me.

"Don't worry bout the kid." He elbowed me and then tussled my hair. "We talked, he's cool."

"Uh, yeah." I fixed my hair up and did my best to hide any if the nervousness I was feeling. "It's all cool guys, I get it."

He didn't hesitate a moment more, flicking his cigarette bud off into the darkness. "Kept her back late to rearrange some files." He looked me right in the eyes, giving me this 'pretty boy' smile.the kind of imagined would have a glint of light added to if this were a movie. "I ended up rearranging her insides with my fat cock all night."

They all laughed and the nameless guy went to high five him. I tried to laugh along with them but it was hard to match the energy. After all, Olivia had stayed back late last night to help worth some reorganising.

Mark would have know that. He would have added that detail to make the story sound just a bit more true. Just to mess with my head. Shitty behaviour, but I promised Olivia I wouldn't embarrass her tonight and the guys were just starting to like me.

"That would explain why she came home walking funny." It felt wrong to be playing into the joke, but if this was how Olivia handled her guys then what choice did I have?

"That'd be from me." Chase added. "I gave her a ride home when Mark was finished with her. Rode the sluts asshole the entire drive back, and finished deep inside that tight hole so you wouldn't see the mess."

Jesus. They did get vulgar. Again I tried to stay cool and laugh with they guys, but it was hard when we were all keeping the story so close to the truth. Olivia did get a lift home that night, and she was walking a little funny after. But that was only because she'd spent the night moving boxes filled with files.

In a weird way, Chase being vulgar and hyperbolic helped. It was ridiculous to think she'd let him fuck her ass, in a car right outside our house and then get into bed with me while his cum was inside her. That was just way to crazy.

"Hey guys, quit standing around and get a move on!" Franz yelled from the car window. In the back-seat Olivia giggled as the guys tickled her. A little too touchy for my liking, but if it stopped anything worse like Chase said the it was fine.

It was all just a harmless game. Right?

"Come on kid, show us your car." Chase said.

"Yeah. Ummm, but I don't know where we're going yet?"

"You can follow behind us." Deacon said out the window, his arms draped around Olivia like she was his girl. "If you dont mind having to watch us fuck your girl the whole way there."