Wasted

We'd played darts, we'd played dominoes and we'd set the world to rights over a few beers. We four amigos had bar-crawled our way through the center of town and were loathe to go back on ourselves in case there was anything we should apologise for. Well, after a few drinks, you never know, do you! Therefore, the suggestion was made that we buy in some more beers and head to one of our homes to finish the evening off with a friendly game of cards. I guess we all knew that the cards idea was simply an excuse to consume more beer, as had been the darts and the dominoes. Therefore, the suggestion was enthusiastically received by all. The only thing to decide on was, who's home should we descend on. I proposed they all came to my place. It was nearby and my wife, Julia, would be in bed by the time we got there, so we'd have the run of the place. Oh, by the way, my name's Barry; pleased to meet you. Anyway, eager to get at the beers, all agreed.

Plastic carrier bags full of amber nectar chinked loudly as we entered the hallway which caused me to put a finger to my lips and go "Ssshhh" (equally as loudly I fear) before adding a whispered explanation, "the wife."

We entered the living room in single file and I directed them to the large square table at one end of the room; a table perfect for supporting many beers and playing cards on. I went to the far side of the table so I could see the whole room . . . and froze. The others sensed something was amiss and turned to see what it might be. There on the floor, at the other end of the room, lay Julia. She was surrounded by booze bottles, predominantly gin. I just put a hand over my eyes and moaned, "Oh no, not again! Not tonight!" I went on to say, "Look, I'm sorry about this guys but you all know about Julia's drink problem I guess. She usually manages to get herself to bed before crashing out but, well, as you can see, not tonight. The good news is, in this state, virtually nothing can wake her so we can make as much noise as we like. I therefore suggest we just ignore her and get on with the business in hand: namely, enjoying ourselves. What do you say?"

Despite my outwardly upbeat demeanor, I felt crushed inside. Julia had embarrassed me in front of my friends on many occasions, but this . . . even for her, this crossed the line. This was one drunken booze-fest too many. She was simply lying there with her shortie nightdress exposing her not particularly shapely legs; to my mind, legs rendered even more ugly by the ridiculously large boots she was still wearing. With her comatose head propped up against the sofa, I'd never seen my wife look so cheap and trashy. This really angered me. How dare she do this to me! She'd once been wonderful, but now she was nothing but a drunken slut who was now threatening to ruin the entire might . . . if he let her. Well, fuck that!

"Look, come on guys, she's happy (I think). What say you we crack open some bottles and I break out the cards, eh? Incidentally, what's the game?"

Heads nodded and general murmours of agreement were obtained. In our beer befuddled state, pontoon was as sophisticated as we could manage and so we settled down to play that.

"So, what are we playing for" asked Morris. "Please don’t say money, I'm all spent out." Morris is always "all spent out." We suspect he's possibly spending a little too much time in the town's red light district. Well, those prostitutes don't 'cum' cheap do they; at least, not in my experience.

After raising both hands to signify I had the matter in hand, I got up, went out to the kitchen and returned with a huge box of matches. "We'll all start with fifty of these each and see how we go" I said. No one argued and so the game began. We each took it in turns to deal. During the third hand, Big Billy asked, "You sure Julia's alright down there Barry? She looks a tad uncomfortable." (Incidentally, if you want to know why we call this short, skinny looking man Big Billy, just catch him at the urinal, then you'll know.)

At this point, Morris chimed in with "Yeah Barry, Big Billy's right. Ought we to be putting a pillow under her head or something?"

'Over her face, more like' I thought to myself, but said nothing.

Meanwhile, Trevor was saying, "I'll buy a card for five matches. Er . . . okay, I'll stick now! By the way, did I ever tell you I'd come upon a woman in the same state that Julia's in?"

"You dirty bugger" said I, "cumming on a strange women in an alleyway. I trust you did the gentlemanly thing and wiped her down afterwards." This got a laugh out of Morris and Big Billy, but a resentful look from Trevor who clearly hasn't appreciated his grand revelation being interrupted.

Manfully, he continued with his tale. "It was back in July. I was cutting through that alley running between Morden Street and the fish market. Lord knows why but it seemed like a good idea at the time. Anyway, there she was, spawled out on the wet ground with some bum on top of her, humping away. As if that wasn't bad enough, the whole alleyway was blocked by just about every lowlife in town, queuing up to fuck the bitch. Some even had their not too clean looking cocks out in readiness. A most unsettling sight!"

"What did you do" enquired Morris.

"Well, there was only one thing for it; I went back and round along Bonsall Street."

"Why" asked Morris?

"Because it was on the way to where I was going I guess, wherever the fuck that was."

"You didn't join the queue in the alley then" Big Billy joked.

"No" said Trevor, "I must have been running late or something." He was clearly warming to the joke.

"Running late? Running scared, more like" ventured Bill; "I can see how a host of erect penis's aimed in your direction could prove a tad unnerving to a straight guy. Still, nothing like that could ever happen to your Julia, Barry; she's far too classy a lady."

This was quite an uncharacteristic burst of gallantry for Big Billy. I was loathe to pour cold water on his chivalry yet still felt compelled to say "I'm afraid it could though. When she’s had a skinfull like this, she can crash out anywhere. In drunken oblivion, she could be shagged silly by half the male population of this town behind the Victoria Park bandstand and not remember a thing about it the following morning."

"Wow" exclaimed Trevor, "that must be a terrible worry for you, Barry; how do you feel about about you wife making herself so ?"

"More to the point, when's Julia next likely to be behind the Victoria Park bandstand" leered Morris.

Ignoring pervy Morris's utterances, I said "Right now Trevor, seeing her in this wretched state, I can't say that I care enough to feel anything about her."

"Well, all I can say is that I were ever lucky enough to find a drop dead gorgeous girl like Julia in that state, I'd be tempted to feel everything about her" said Big Billy who was clearly being influenced by Morris's sordid innuendos. He expected his remark to get a laugh but something inside me snapped and what he got from me was "tell you what, be my guest! Go on Billy, give her bits a bit of a squeeze. You know you want to and I can assure you that in her current condition, Julia won't object in the least."

There! It was out. The invitation for another man to sexually enjoy my wife's body in my presence had been made. I guess I should have felt shock at what I'd just said and immediately retracted the invitation - but I did neither, because what I actually felt was a tingle of excitement about what might happen in consequence of what I'd just said.

What Big Billy said was "Nooooo, I can’t do that to a mate's wife, man! It’s not right. It's not decent."

"No Big Bill, SHE's not right; SHE's not decent. Just look at her, showing everything she's got . . ." This had them all lasciviously ogling Julia big-time, so I continued with "She doesn't care who touches her if there's a drink in her. All three of you could gang bang her right here on the carpet and she'd never know. In fact, you have my full permission to do whatever you want to Julia with my blessing. That bitch needs teaching a lesson and I'd much rather you gentlemen gave it to her than some knife wielding homicidal maniac that might cause her some really serious physical damage."

"Hmmm! It wouldn't be much of a lesson if she doesn't know about it though, would it" pondered Morris without taking his ogling eyes off of Julia.

"Get rough enough with her to mark her and she'll know about it as soon as she sobers up" I suggested . . . and they all nodded. By this action, they betrayed the fact that all three of them were actually considering accepting my invitation to my wife. Big Billy was the first to stand and I couldn’t help but notice his bulging groin. Slowly, the other two got up from the table and joined Big Bill in shuffling across the room towards my darling zonked-out strumpet. It was going to happen. I knew it and I was taken by surprise at how much the dark thrill of anticipation of naughtiness took my breath away. When I got it back, I called to them, "look guys, there’s three of you and the defenceless lady before you has three available orifices. The beers are on me for a week if you lot, between you, can manage to fill all three at once." 'My God' I thought to myself; 'I'm actually orchestrating my own wife's gang-bang and thoroughly enjoying the experience. Wow, I must remember to take some pictures, just in case bruised tits and a cunt, arse and mouth full of cum fail to convince Julia that she should mend her ways'.

There was a short period of absolute silence while my challenge was considered. This quiet was finally broken by the sort of sigh a man makes when he finally decides to do something he knows to be wrong because he also knows he'll always regret it if he doesn't take this particular opportunity to do it. Once again, heads nodded as whispers were exchanged. Somebody grunted and as they gathered around Julia's recumbent body, three separate pairs of hands went to three separate trouser belt buckles.

To be continued