My wife Alexa decided that we should take a weekend trip up to Napa from San Francisco to get away from the city for a few days. She was always dragging me on these little Northern California road trips because she said that it’s good for your mind to have new experiences. I am more of a home body myself and would have just as well spent the entire weekend at home browsing the internet. But Alexa is pretty willful, so I usually let her have her way to avoid a big fight.
We did one of those group wine tours in which a tour bus drove us around to different wineries to do wine tastings. It was a beautiful day and I was enjoying the scenery as we drove past the sunny fields of grapes, arrayed in neat rows. Alexa is more outgoing and social than I am and she made friends with these three guys who worked at a VC firm in the city. They were big and loud and they drank too much, and I didn’t like them at all. They reminded me of privileged ivy league frat boys even though they were already in their thirties. Alexa thought they were hilarious and she got a little too drunk right along with them. In fact, she went back and sat with them on the bus, leaving me by myself, which I found a little annoying.
As we were getting off the bus to visit the last winery of the day, I rushed to catch up with my wife and her new friends. “Hey, wait up, you guys,” I panted as I ran up to the group.
“Lookit this little guy, trying to play catch up!” laughed their defacto leader Peter. He grabbed me roughly in a headlock and started tousling my hair while I struggled vainly in his iron grasp. He was over 6 feet tall and maybe 200 lbs, whereas I am only 5’8″ and about 150 lbs. Not to mention the fact that I spend more time on my computer than the gym. The annoying part was that Alexa just laughed along with Peter’s two friends as the big oaf manhandled me. Other people laughed along too. When Peter finally deigned to release me, I was red-faced, my hair was a mess, and my shirt had become untucked.
“Tisk, tisk, Peter,” my wife laughed. “What have you done to my poor husband?” Alexa came over to me and started straightening my hair with her fingers.
“Just a little roughhousing,” said Peter, cracking his knuckles like the big primate that he was.
“Look at you, Sheldon,” my wife said. “Your shirt came all untucked.” Alexa started poking my shirt back in. I felt a little humiliated to have my wife babying me like this in front of everyone.
“Alright, alright, I can do it.” I pushed my wife away impatiently.
“Oh, ok, snappy,” she laughed. She stepped back and put her hands on her hips as she watched my rearrange myself.
“I mean it wasn’t MY idea for that lummox to grab me like that.” I pointed an accusing finger at Peter.
“What? Me? A lummox?” asked Peter in a falsetto voice. He put his hand on his chest in mock indignation. “Why I never!” His friends all broke out in laughter, braying like the donkeys they were.
“Well, just stop roughing up my hubby and he won’t hurt your tender sensibilities,” said Alexa. But then, to my amazement, she simply took Peter by the arm and escorted he and his pals into the wine tasting room. I was left standing in the courtyard to bear the snickering of other tour members who had observed my humiliation.
My wife and her pals had a grand old time drinking up all the wine and not spitting it out the way the tasters showed us. I was mortified by how loud and obnoxious they were acting, shouting inappropriate comments about the wine taster’s cleavage and whatnot. But Alexa just laughed right along with these cretins, slapping Peter’s thick chest in her merriment. I was actually relieved when the manager came out and asked us to leave. We had to go wait in the bus for a while until the more civilized members of the group were finished with their tasting. Of course Peter managed to swipe a bottle on the way out and he and his pals and my own wife passed the bottle around as we waited on the bus.
It really annoyed me how my wife had basically ignored me the whole day and hung out with these uncouth morons. They might be wealthy finance guys, but they acted like hooligans. I intended to have a little chat with Alexa about all this nonsense when we got back to our hotel room that night.
Unfortunately when we got back to the hotel, as we were waiting in the lobby for the elevator, Peter threw a wrench in the works.
“Alexa, Alexa,” said Peter with a slur in his voice. “Come down to the hot tub and party with us.” The jerk had his arm around my wife’s shoulder which I found totally inappropriate, but I didn’t want to risk him giving me another headlock so I kept my mouth shut.
“Aww, Peter, I’m sorry, I didn’t bring a bathing suit,” said my wife, swaying drunkenly in his embrace and trying to hold onto him for support.
“Fuck, just wear your underwear, no one cares,” said Peter. I was disgusted by the spittle flying from his drunken lips.
“Shh, you are terrible,” laughed my wife. She slapped his muscular chest again as she had been doing all day. “Well, maybe I can wear a t-shirt and some shorts. What do you think, Sheldon? Would you mind if I joined Peter and his friends?”
“Wet T-SHIRT party, boys!” shouted Peter to his pals who were leaning against the wall for support. “Alexa is gonna wear a t-shirt in the hot tub!”
“Awesome!” shouted the other two douchebags.
“Omigod, you guys are terrible,” laughed my wife. “I’ll go get changed and meet you at the hot tub in just a few minutes.” Then the elevator arrived and we got on.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I demanded of my wife. “You can’t go around, carousing with those asshats all night in the hot tub! And what’s this wet t-shirt business? That doesn’t sound very ladylike to me!”
“Oh Sheldon,” said my wife, rolling her eyes drunkenly. “Pish, you are making a big deal out of nothing! I’m just trying to have fun, meet new people, try new things!”
“Like show some strange guys what your boobs look like in a wet t-shirt?” I squeaked indignantly. “Totally improper.”
“Improper!” scoffed my wife. Then we got to our floor and she stumbled down the hall toward our room. “Um, I can’t find my key,” she said, digging around in her purse.
I deftly produce my card key and swiped the door open.
“Thank you, darling,” she said and gave me a sloppy kiss.
As soon as she got inside the room, my wife started stripping. Off came her top and then she dropped her shorts and stood there contemplating herself in the mirror, wearing just her bra and panties.
“I’m still looking pretty good I guess,” she said critically, and she did too. She had a nice hourglass figure with large breasts and and a nice big ass. Alexa unhooked her bra and her big boobs came popping out. She weighed them in her hands for a moment. “Do you think the boys will find my boobs too saggy?”
“I mean, you can’t, you can’t just,” I stammered. “You can’t SHOW them your boobs, Alexa!”
“I’m going to wear a t-shirt, silly,” she replied defensively. And she grabbed a big oversized shirt that she liked to wear as pajamas on warm evenings. “See, I’m mostly covered up.”
The t-shirt material was pretty thin from years of washing and Alexa’s hard nipples were poking through the shirt while her unleashed breasts jiggled back and forth.
“Jeez, Alexa, your tits are bouncing all over the place.”
“Do they look hot?” My wife headed back out of the room in just the t-shirt.
“Yeah, TOO hot if you ask me,” I said, trailing after my willful wife. “Can’t you put a bra on at least?”
“Come on Sheldon, let me live a little,” she said as I followed her down the hall back to the elevator. A husband and wife dressed in formal dinner attire passed us and looked at my wife’s skimpy outfit with shock as she padded bare-legged down the hall in just her t-shirt, tits bouncing every which way. I put my hand over my face and avoided their gaze in embarrassment.
“Live a little? Honey, you are drunk and you want to go jump in a hot tub half naked with some strange men.” I was trying to sound reasonable as we boarded the elevator.
“Pish,” she snorted. “They aren’t strange. I’ve been hanging out with Peter and the boys all day. They are hilarious! You can be such a stick in the mud sometimes, Sheldon. Can’t you loosen up a little?”
I just scratched my head as we got back to the lobby. Luckily no one was around to see my half-naked wife. She wandered aimlessly out onto one of the patios but it seemed to be a dead end. A couple of Hispanic bellhops were smoking a cigarette out there on their break.
“Hey sexy lady!” said one of the guys with a thick Mexican accent. He and his pal were looking my wife up and down with carnal intent.
“Hi!” said my wife with a little wave of her hand that made her boobs bounce even more. “Which way to the hot tub?”
“You gonna get in the hot tub in THAT outfit? Just the t-shirt with no bra?” asked the bellhop excitedly. His friend guffawed and punched him in the ribs.
“How do you know that I’m not wearing a bikini top under this?” asked my wife innocently as she touched her boobs.
“They jiggling baby, they going all over the place,” chuckled the horny bellboy. He was a slimy looking character with pock marked cheeks.
“Oh.” My wife seemed too drunk to care that these creeps were checking her out. “Well, anyway, which way to the hot tub?”
“You gotta go back through the lobby and down that other hall,” said the first bellhop.
“Hey, man, let’s show her,” said his pal. Then he opened the door for my wife. “After you, lady.”
“Wow, thanks, you guys are nice!” said my wife brightly and she padded back into the lobby. The two bellhops barged in front of me so they could check out my wife’s ass, just barely covered by her long t-shirt.
“I hope you ain’t totally naked under that shirt,” said the first bellhop to my wife, giving his pal a lecherous grin. “We got rules against that.”
“I’m not, I’m not,” insisted my wife. “Look, I’ve got panties on.” And she lifted the back of her shirt up to show them. The two perverted bellhops chortled with satisfaction as they got a nice view of my wife’s ass in her skimpy panties.
“Oh, uh, actually the rule is you can’t wear no panties in the hot tub, you better take them off,” said the other guy.
But my wife wasn’t THAT drunk and she turned to wag a finger at them. “Now don’t be naughty you two, I know that can’t be right. You just want to see my bum! I’m keeping my panties on though. Oh, here’s the hot tub, and here are my friends. HI Peter!” My wife went running out onto the patio, tits bouncing, where Peter and his two cronies were waiting in the hot tub for her. They had more drinks of course, the lushes. The two bellboys decided to hang out discretely a few yards away, probably hoping to catch a peek of my wife’s t-shirt once it got wet.
“Ooh, looking GOOD Alexa,” said Peter eyeing my wife’s body. “Get down in here, we got a couple more bottles of wine and the water is fine.”
“That rhymes,” said my wife as she daintily lowered herself down into the bubbling water of the hot tub between Peter and one of his friends. The hem of her shirt went ballooning out and she had to push it down under the water. I watched with sick trepidation as her shirt got soaked halfway up to her chest, but she sat on a higher step of the hot tub and her breasts didn’t get submerged, so I sighed in relief. But it still felt a little weird to be hanging out here watching my wife party with these obnoxious men who we barely knew.
“Aww, come on! You didn’t get your whole top wet!” complained Peter. “I thought you were going to show us your wet t-shirt.”
“My husband would probably freak out if I did that,” she laughed. “I better have another drink first.”
“That’s true, once you are sauced up enough, you won’t care WHAT he says about it,” agreed Peter, pouring her a huge glass of wine.
I squinted at him with hatred but I bit my tongue and stood by awkwardly. The two bellhops produced more cigarettes and took up a position where they could clearly see my wife. They were biding their time.
My wife downed her wine pretty quickly and let the glass fall right over, she was so drunk.
“Oh wow, this water feels SOOOOO GOOD,” slurred my wife as she sank down another step, until she was neck-deep in the hot tub, her boobs totally submerged. Her shirt was probably totally transparent at that point and the two horny Mexicans perked up and were glancing over with interest but my wife kept herself modestly submerged for the moment.
“Yeah, it’s nice,” said Peter. “I’m glad you settled down and got your shirt nice and wet too. I’m looking forward to seeing it.”
“Why are you so excited to see my shirt wet Peter?” My wife looked over at me coquettishly.
“Oh, I think you know why,” said Peter with a wolfish grin.
“Show us your boobs!” blurted one of his pals. He was obviously even more hammered than my wife.
“Tony, stop it!” laughed my wife. She splashed him in the face playfully.
“Now that’s just unseemly,” I yelped. “Asking another man’s wife to show her, her breasts!” I could feel my face getting hot and my stomach was roiling with anxiety and shame.
“Look at him, he’s getting ready to piss himself,” laughed the third guy.
“Yeah, never mind him, baby,” coaxed Peter. “Just slide up one step so we can see what how your shirt looks when it’s wet.”
“What, like this?” asked my wife innocently. She looked me in the eye as she obeyed Peter’s order and lifted herself back out of the water so that her breasts were exposed.
And they really were exposed. That old thin t-shirt left NOTHING to the imagination once it was wet. It clung completely to her big round breasts, outlining those luscious orbs perfectly. Everyone could see the pink of her nipples showing through. Alexa tried tugging the shirt out a bit to lend her some modesty, but it just snapped back in place. She just shrugged and put her elbows behind her on the edge of the hot tub which made her tits stand out even more.
“So, what do you guys think? You like them?” she asked.
Peter’s two buddies hooted with excitement at the sight of my wife’s amazing rack and the two Mexicans came running over to get a better look.
“¡Ay caramba! Mamacita!” shouted the aroused bellhops.
“Eh, they are adequate I suppose,” commented Peter with a judicious pout.
“Jesus, Alexa, why are you putting on a peepshow for the whole world over here?” I demanded weakly. I felt myself blushing and my pits were getting soaked with embarrassment. The sight of all these guys ogling my drunken wife’s chest was stressing me out.
“Hold that thought, honey,” said my wife, raising a finger to me as she turned to Peter in wrath. “Did you say adequate, Peter? Adequate? Look at these bad boys! They are amazing!” My wife caressed her big boobs in her hands and pinched her nipples for him to get them even harder.
“Well, you know, I’ve seen better, but they look pretty good I guess.” He winked at his buddies who broke out laughing. “I guess I could fap to those.”
“Ugh, really? Don’t be gross,” said my wife. But she had a devilish smile on her lips and looked at Peter with affection.
“That’s a compliment really,” insisted Peter. “Here, I will show you.”
“Show me what?” asked my wife.
“I’ll fap to them,” he said, and he wriggled around for a second before lifting his swimming trunks out of the water.
“Oh. My. God. You did NOT just take your shorts off!” gasped my wife. She was trying to peer through the bubbling water to see if she could see Peter’s dick, but it seemed too frothy from where I stood.
“Of course I did,” he laughed. “How else am I gonna fap to your boobs? Here, hold these for me.”
“I’m not gonna hold those,” giggled my wife. Then she looked over at me with an impish grin. “Give them to Sheldon.”
“I don’t want them!” I cried. But Peter had already flung his shorts in my direction and klutz that I am, I flailed my arms, but failed to catch them and they struck me right in the face. I pulled the wet trunks off me and threw them down on the ground in humiliation, while the two Mexicans joined in the general laughter, heightening my shame. I wanted to crawl under rock, but I dared not leave my wife alone with these guys. Things were getting out of hand here.
“Ok, yeah, pinch your nipples again, that was hot,” urged Peter while his arm went up and down under the water. He was literally jerking his meat while he checked out my wife’s breasts in her see-through top. Peter’s two pals were holding their sides, gasping for breath between peels of laughter and the two Mexican bellhops shook their heads.
“This guys is crazy man,” the one bellhop told me, poking me in the side familiarly. “You gonna let him get away with that, man?”
“I mean, no, of course not,” I said impotently. But I really had no idea what I was going to do.
“You like that, huh?” asked my wife. She had lifted her shirt to just above her nipples and was pinching them shamelessly for the big hairy Peter while he jerked himself with a look of satisfaction on his face. “But I can’t believe that you are really tugging your monkey under the water. That’s so naughty!”
“Reach over here and feel how hard I am,” he said with a crooked grin.
“Oh my god no!” gasped my wife with a startled laugh.
“Ok, I’ll show you then,” he said and he leaned back and thrust his hips upward until the red, swollen head and about six inches of his penis emerged from the bubbling waters of the hot tub.
“Dude!” shouted his pals boisterously. “Put your junk away man! We don’t want to see that shit,” commented Tony with a laugh.
“Oooh, You ARE a dirty boy, aren’t you?” purred my wife as Peter lowered his cock quickly back into the hot tub. She scooted closer to him in the hot tub and put her hand closest to him down under the water.
“Honey, what are you doing?” I asked suspiciously.
“Why nothing, nothing at all baby,” she told me with a blank expression. But Peter suddenly broke out into a broad grin and looked at my wife in a weird way.
“You ARE a dirty slut, huh?” he asked her.
“You like that?” my wife asked him enigmatically, looking him in the eye as her arm moved suspiciously under the foamy water.
“What a minute, what are you…” I asked helplessly. The Mexicans sniggered knowingly as my wife was probably giving that jerk a handjob under the swirling water.
“Take off your panties and give those to your husband too,” urged Peter.
“Why?” asked my wife. She put a finger in her mouth, feigning ignorance.
“Just to freak him out!” laughed Peter.
“Oh come on!” I complained.
“Is this going to freak you out, honey?” asked my wife. But she already was reaching down under the water with her other hand and started wriggling around.
“This is totally inappropriate!” I yelped as she lifted her panties out of the water and flung them toward me.
One of the Mexicans snagged them mid-flight though and put them to his face lewdly.
“They probably just smell like chlorine at this point,” said my wife. She gave the hotel worker a look of mild disgust.
“Oh, no, I’m sure they still smell like fish,” teased Peter.
“Why you foul mouthed bastard!” cried my wife and she splashed Peter in the face.
He splashed her back and pretty soon there was a pretty intense splash war going on with Peter’s two pals getting into the action. My wife got overwhelmed and decided to attack Peter physically. She jumped on top of him and slapped his face playfully. He grabbed her in a bear hug, crushing her up against him and in this process her wet t-shirt had rolled above her glorious melons and around her neck. Her naked wet tits were now against his chest and she had lowered herself down onto his lap. I looked more closely and realized that she must be straddling him at this point. If he still had that erection, then they were in a pretty compromising position, especially since she just removed her panties moments before.
“Oh, you bastard, OH UGH,” gasped my wife as she wrestled with Peter, her face close to his as he manhandled her onto his lap. “Oh my god!” she gasped suddenly.
“You feel that?” he asked her, grinning up at her.
“Oh yeah,” she panted.
“Feel what?” I cried. I was suspecting the worst.
‘Nothing, dear, nothing, we are just, oh god,” she moaned. Peter was bouncing her up and down in the water now. “Oh god.”
“Just what?” I yelled trying to see what was happening under the water.
“He’s dicking her, man,” laughed one of the bellhops. “You a cuckold, son.”
“Nonsense,” groaned my wife as she was bounced up and down like a ragdoll. “We are just, oh wow, oh wow, yes, yes. No, no, I mean, just horsing around, Sheldon.”
“That looks like pretty, um, dubious behavior,” I said, my blood was running cold at this point. This guy was really fucking the shit out of my drunken wife in the hot tub while all these other guys was watching and laughing at me. I felt like I was going to puke, and yet somehow, I suddenly had a massive erection of my own.
“Oh yeah, ahh,” grunted Peter, yanking my wife downward with one final massive thrust.
“Yes, yes,” agreed my wife, putting her head on his shoulder and gasping for breath.
“I can’t believe you guys just did that,” laughed Tony. “That was fucking awesome.”
“I don’t know WHAT you are talking about, my man,” replied Peter, tossing my wife off of his lap gruffly.
“Hey,” squawked my wife as she backstroked across the hot tub and into Tony’s open arms and waiting lap. Her lovely boobs pointing skyward for a moment and drawing everyone’s eye as she didn’t bother to cover them.
“Alexa and I were just horsing around, that’s all,” he said, giving me the most innocent look in the world. For a moment, I almost fell for it. I started to doubt myself. Did I really see what I thought I saw? Maybe they were just teasing me?
“Oh, yeah, just horsing around,” agreed my wife. She was fanning her face furiously and her eyes were bright with drunken lust. I then noticed that Tony’s left hand was tweaking my wife’s left nipple and his right hand had disappeared under the water and looked to be around my wife’s waist.
“Oh,” she said as she pressed her body back into Tony, tossed her head onto his shoulder, and wrapped her arm around his neck as a slight “mmmhhh” escaped her lips.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. Had my wife just fucked one stranger and was now allowing another to grope her right in front of me?
“What are you doing now?” I asked dumbly.
“Just resting for a minute. All that splashing got me winded.” she explained.
“It is time to go,” I said trying to get Alexa out of the hot tub before this got completely out of control.
“Just one more drink!” she exclaimed.
The third neanderthal moved closer and asked for a kiss in exchange for handing her another glass of wine.
“Well, I guess a little peck won’t hurt. Will it dear?” she said looking at me with puppy dog eyes.
“Just a peck,” I mumbled as she sat forward and grabbed both sides of this guy’s face and pressed her mouth to his. His hands immediately went to her nipples and I swear I could hear some tongue being used but couldn’t see because the back of her head was blocking most of my view.
“Hey, that’s more than a peck,” I grumbled after about thirty seconds.
“Nice one Dave!” Peter and Tony cheered as they broke apart.
Alexa stood up, grabbed her glass of wine and downed it in one gulp. She then proceeded to peel her wet t-shirt over her head and toss it in my general direction. Did a little pirouette to show off her now fully naked body to the guys in the hot tub and slowly sat back down on Tony’s lap.
“Guess I don’t need that anymore,” she said to catcalls from the guys in the hot tub and the two Mexicans still drooling over my wife.
Tony immediately resumed his assault on her nipple with one hand but I couldn’t help but wonder what his other hand was doing as it looked like he was holding Alexa up a little.
“Oh yessss!” she slurred as she settled further down.
It was then that I noticed a pair of swim trunks were floating in the hot tub. Had Tony removed his trunks when Alexa stood up? Was his dick inside my wife too?
“Alexa, you had your drink. I think we should go.” I said with exasperation.
“She’ll go when she’s ready.” Peter piped in.
“Don’t worry, we will walk her up to the room when we are done with her.” grinned Tony.
“Just a few more minutes dear,” was all I got from her.
“Why don’t you help me too?” said Dave to Alexa as he placed one of her hands into his lap. She had a glazed over look on her face and didn’t resist at all. His swim trunks floated to the surface too and now there were three naked men in a hot tub with my naked wife.
“Jesus, that’s the biggest of all.” said Alexa as her hand started to move up and down in Dave’s lap.
“Biggest what dear?” I asked as if I really needed to know.
“Oh nothing, Dave just has really great abs and I was feeling them.” she stated. Maybe she was telling the truth, but she didn’t stop moving her hand.
“Yessss,” hissed Dave as his eyes closed and head leaned back over the edge of the hot tub.
Alexa leaned forward a little and then sat back down on Tony’s lap.
“Oh, ahhh,” sound came from her lips as she moved forward and sat down again.
“Honey are you ok?” I asked.
“Just a little cramp in my leg. I’m trying to massage it, mmmm” she said moving forward and back again.
How stupid did she think I was?
“Now that dude is dicking her man!” laughed one of the bellhops.
“She’s a hot slut man!” said the other.
“She is not! She’s just…” I trailed off. The reality was my wife had just fucked one stranger, was being fucked by another, and giving the third a hand job in a hot tub while being watched by her husband and two random bellhops. Worst of all I couldn’t stop it and had a raging erection to boot.
I watched as she moved forward and back a couple more times before Tony pulled Alexa into him and held her down on his lap.
“Fuck Yea!” Tony grunted.
“Ohhh, that feels so much better.” Alexa purred eyes closed.
I knew he was shooting his load into her just like Peter had done before him. I just wanted the humiliation to stop.
“Honey, Honey?” I tried to get her attention and wake her from her drunken reverie.
“Yes Sheldon?” she finally responded dreamily.
“Can I get your t-shirt? It’s time to go.” I tried to be direct but it sounded more like a suggestion.
“Thanks sweetie,” said Alexa as I handed her the wet t-shirt and she looked at me with a smile that made me melt. After all she had done with these three idiots she was still MY wife!
In her liquored up state Alexa struggled to slide the wet t-shirt over her gorgeous body but finally succeeded as we all watched in awe.
“Um, come on honey, let’s go back to the room.” I said as she climbed unsteadily out of the hot tub and her entire body visible. From her pink nipples to the dark patch of her bush as the sodden shirt clung transparently to her amazing figure. The Mexicans whistled with appreciation.
She fell into me and gave me the wettest, sloppiest, and most passionate kiss she ever had.
“Uh, we better find you a towel first,” I stammered. I was searching frantically around for some way to protect what was left of my wife’s modesty.
“Forget it,” She waved at me drunkenly as she teetered off in the wrong direction. Peter shot after her, grabbed her around the waist, and spun her in the right direction. Alexa was giggling as she held onto Peter for support.
“I’m going to take her back to my room so she can recover.” said Peter authoritatively.
“She should come back to OUR room, not YOUR room,” I insisted, trying to grab my wife from his grasp.
“Oh, it’s OK honey, I’ll come back to the room a little later. I feel safe with Peter. ” My semi-naked little wife was looking up at Peter with adoration and my ears burned with anger and shame.
“That’s right baby, we’ll get you out of that wet shirt and into a nice fluffy bathrobe and I will order you some hot chocolate from room service,” he told her as he lead her away.
“But, but,” I cried, trying to get a grip on my wife’s arm as they departed. But Tony pulled me back roughly.
“Let it go, man, let it go,” he told me. He was holding my arm in an iron grip as Peter absconded with my wife. “Your wife probably wants to, you know, spend some more time with real men.”
He and his pal Dave broke out in laughter. The Hispanic bellhops were still there as well. They sure took long breaks around here.
“Aww man, that’s fucked up,” one of the Mexicans told me. “Where’s that guy taking your wife?”
“That’s, that’s none of your business,” I snapped irritably.
“I think he’s gonna dick her again, man,” said the other bellhop, wagging his eyebrows at me.
“No he’s not, I mean she said they were just horsing around in the hot tub before,” I stammered unconvincingly. “And now, and now, she just wants to hang out I guess.” But I didn’t believe it myself and the two Mexicans just shook their heads and chuckled at me.
Peter’s two buddies followed him and my wife. The Mexicans wandered back into the lobby and the show was over.
I stood there by myself thinking about Peter stripping my wife out of her wet shirt upstairs and my penis grew hard at the thought. It was then that I realized that I might be a tiny bit perverted. In spite of all the humiliation and jealousy, I had a raging hardon right now. I decided to go back to our room so that I could be alone with my thoughts for a while. I thought it might be best to masturbate a little while I considered the events of the evening.
