“Not sometime. Tonight. Right now. I mean if you want to finish this conversation.” This was the first time he took his eyes off of my wife to look at me.
I really hoped he would have just offered me the jobs right then, but I didn’t have any leverage here at all. I knew Karen was going to be angry, but it was also largely her fault things went so poorly tonight. So I agreed.
She was pissed to say the least, but also really just exhausted and bored and thought we were “done with this shit tonight.” But after a minute or two, really the entire drive home, I got her to admit that she had been rude and that “we” had to try a little harder to be nice. I pressed the urgency and importance in us getting these contracts. She agreed reluctantly.
Neal followed us in his truck. At our place we had another glass of wine and talked out on the back deck. Neal was no less cocky than he’d been before, but at least now Karen would give him a sort of begrudging, forced laugh. He didn’t seem to mind. I noticed that when I spoke to him, he only looked at Karen. Eyeing her like a piece of meat. I was getting a little nervous now that we were in private and alone with him.
We decided to change for the hot tub. Neal borrowed a pair of my trunks and changed quickly in the bathroom while I took the cover off the hot tub. When I returned I found him outside the door to our bedroom in the shadow. The door was open enough to see Karen changing inside. If she hadn’t been drunk, she would have noticed the door and closed it but as I mentioned earlier, the more drunk she gets, the less she’s aware of what’s around her. It was remarkable.
When Neal noticed me, he didn’t act surprised and instead smiled. He was so confident. Karen had already stripped down to nothing. I’d seen her wide, white ass a million times, but it never looked so enticing as it did through another man’s eyes all of a sudden. She teetered slightly going through her bathing suit drawer thinking of what to wear. As she turned to look at herself in her mirror, holding up different bathing suits, her angle to us would change so that we could see her tits. She was holding up a one piece and trying with little success to step into it.
“Thats nice.” He said with his tongue hanging out. “Make sure it’s the green two piece and bring out a round of shots for us by the jacuzzi.”
The music was loud enough she didnt hear our little exchange. Neal went outside and I went to help my wife into her bathing suit before she fell over.
“You should wear the green one.” I don’t know why I didn’t put a stop to this all immediately. Maybe I was fooling myself.
“The “little” green one?” She balked. “It’s so tiny! You want me wearing that in front of him? I only wear that for you.”
“Wear it for me now, then.” I pulled the suit she was holding from her hands and let it fall to the floor. Cupping her breasts and giving them a little squeeze.
“Think’m sexy?” She slurred a little again.
I grabbed her naked ass and kissed her, pulling her close. I knew this phase in her drunkeness was the needy phase, looking for praise and validation. Perfect timing.
“You know I do. I want to show you off.” I playfully tugged on her bikini bottoms cutting into the meat on her hips and let them fall to the floor.
She purred in my arms and agreed to the tiny green bikini. It was something we had bought a few years ago but she never wore because it was a size too small even back then and she was constantly falling out of it. The bottoms were tied in a bow on each hip, the kind of bottoms that made men instinctively want to pull the string to get them off easily.
I still wasnt sure how far this would go, but I knew I was out on a limb. Maybe she didnt know what we were getting involved in but I knew it was messed up.
I kissed her and told her to be nice to him.
“Are you pimping me out?” Was her reply.
She gave me a look that said she wasn’t all there and headed out the room wiggling her ass for me playfully so I never actually had to give her an answer. I didn’t even know what to say right then. We were just so close to those contracts. I knew I was playing with fire… at this point I was trying to get burned really. I carried a tray of shots out to the hot tub on the back deck and watched my drunken wife drop her towel and present herself for our guest. I could see her immediately try to pull at one side of her bikini only to find that pulling one side then caused her to fall out the other side.
“Nice suit.” He said.
“Thanks,” she said sarcastically, “Its a little too small.”
“That’s whats nice about it.” Was the immediate reply.
It seemed like Karen needed a moment to swallow her pride and not be angry at being so rudely objectified, which Neal was fine with as he enjoyed the view. Instead she decided to try and be polite, knowing how much I was relying on this evening working out.
“Thanks. I didn’t mean to be rude before.” Her voice was flat, monotone.
He didn’t care. “That a girl! Why dont you come in here?”
I knew it had to be even more awkward for her to climb into the hot water, with each step she was popping out and generally jiggling toward him, exposed.
He said something like, “I told you I always get what I want.”
I watched her sink down onto the bench in the tub next to Neal. At least she was mostly covered by the water now. I brought out the shots.
Neal was in one corner, I took the other so that Karen was in the middle between us.
We all did another couple rounds of shots at Neal’s insistance. Karen was at the point that she couldn’t stop herself but probably should. I knew it, but didn’t help her out. I didn’t intervene. I didn’t say anything.
Neal told me to put on the jets and when I turned back around, the bubbles covered their hands pretty well. Everybody was buzzed and laid back in the tub. I tried to talk to Neal about the job again but he only offered vague general statements. Karen had gotten quiet.
Above the water it may have looked like everybody was chilling and listening to the music, but I quickly began suspect there was more going on under the bubbles. Karen had this faraway stare and her mouth never quite closed and she bit her lip from time to time adjusting herself slightly in place. It kind of looked like she had found a jet from the hot tub and it was blasting her gspot. I could tell she was wasted now if that’s what she was doing.
It was only moments later that I noticed her bikini bottoms floating next to me. I quickly pulled them under before Neal noticed. I only wanted to humiliate my wife as much as needed. I wasn’t sure what to do when the bubbles stopped or if she wanted to get out.
That didn’t end up being an issue though. See, I was wrong about the jet blasting her clit under the water. It was Neal’s fingers. Karen couldnt tell whose hand it was and probably assumed it was mine since I was also sitting next to her.
It was only minutes later after seeing her cum more than once that I realised her hand was busy as well, stroking him off. Well this was it. She had hit full drunk status now and clearly had no idea what she was doing. It was like her entire personality just goes away and she becomes a primal wild fuck monkey. She let out a moan just then. It was audible in a way that made you realise she didn’t see why that would be innapropriate in front of a guest.