One never expects disaster when they are at a party having a good time, but it does occasionally happen.  It was my parent’s fiftieth wedding anniversary and my brother Paul and I had thrown them a surprise party at Paul’s place.  It was a large affair with over seventy people attending and near as I could tell everyone was having a great time.  In fact, some of them were having too good of a time and my wife Wendy was one of them.  Not that she was doing anything wrong, it’s just that she likes to drink and have a good time, but she can’t handle alcohol.  At any party other than this one I’d have kept a close eye on her because of predatory males.  Over the past ten years there had been two occasions that I knew about (but wasn’t supposed to) where Wendy had been separated from the herd, but this party was all very good friends and family and so I was able to relax my guard.

 About two thirds of the way through the party Wendy was blitzed and when she got that way the only fix was to take her home, put her to bed, and let her sleep it off.  As co-host of the party I didn’t really want to leave, but I couldn’t see any way out of it so I made my way over to where my parents were holding court to make my excuses. 

They were talking to my Aunt Mary and when I explained why I had to leave Aunt Mary said she and Herb (her current boyfriend) were just getting ready to go and that they could drop Wendy off on their way.  Normally I wouldn’t have let Wendy go anywhere with Herb because I flat did not like him.  The day Aunt Mary introduced us I had asked myself what she was doing with such a slimeball and over the next six months my opinion hadn’t changed.  But with Aunt Mary to ride shotgun I thought that it would be all right.  Aunt Mary didn’t drive and Herb had lost his license because of excessive points and so they moved about by cab.  While we were waiting for the cab to arrive I got Wendy ready to go and it was not an easy task.

 “But I don’t want to go.  I’m having fun” and she called me a party pooper and a few other things that I was glad my parents didn’t hear.  When the cab arrived Aunt Mary and I managed to get Wendy into it with a minimum of fuss and I went back to the party.

About half an hour later Aunt Mary called and told me that she had walked off and left her purse and would I be a good boy and get it and hang on to it for her.  I told her that I would and then I asked her if she’d had any trouble getting Wendy into the house.

 “Well, Herb hasn’t called me and said there was a problem so I’m sure everything is all right.” 

Alarm bells started to go off in my head and I asked her what she meant.

  “Well, your place is between my place and Herb’s apartment so he dropped me off and he’s dropping Wendy off next on his way home.  You want his number so you can call him?”

 I tried calling Herb half a dozen times but got no answer.  If I hadn’t had such a dislike of Herb I probably would have just gone back to the party, but the fact was that I did dislike him - a lot!  For the next ten minutes I let my imagination run away with me and I finally decided to leave the party and go home and check on my wife.  On my way home I tried Herb'’ number several more times, but got no answer.  The closer I got to home the darker my thoughts became.  When I turned onto the street our street I saw a cab parked at the curb in front of my house and I wondered about that.  Even if the driver would have helped Herb get Wendy into the house he should have been long gone by now.

 I have absolutely no idea what made me drive past the house and park down the street, but I did and started walking back.  I circled the house, looking in all of the downstairs windows, but I couldn’t see anything.  I let myself in the back door and started moving quietly through the house.  I moved through the kitchen, dining room and living room before I heard noises coming from upstairs.  Avoiding the bottom two steps, which squeaked I carefully climbed the stairs and as I came closer to the top the noises turned into sounds that I recognized.  It was the sound of sex - some one was being fucked.  I heard the slap of flesh slapping against flesh coming from our bedroom and I tiptoed down the hall toward it. 

When I got to the bedroom door I found that I had been right about Herb all along.  The lowlife slimeball had taken advantage of my wife’s condition and he and the cab driver had her on the bed and were fucking her.  All three were naked and they had Wendy on her hands and knees and the cab driver was holding Wendy’s head and was fucking her face while Herb was pumping into her from behind.  The two men were so intent on what they were doing to my drunken wife that they didn’t notice me standing in the doorway.  After watching for several moments I slowly backed up, trying not to bring attention to myself, to the bedroom across the hall.  Why?  God only knows, but the initial shock of seeing Wendy on her hands and knees, tits swaying back and forth while the two men used her had turned me on something fierce.  All I knew was that I wanted to continue to watch. 

I reached behind me for the knob and very slowly and quietly I turned it and backed through the opened door into the room.  I closed the door far enough to leave me a little gap to see through and then I went back to watching the two men use my wife.  After a couple of minutes Herb said:

 “Flip her over.  I need to come and I’m not getting the penetration I need from back here.”

 The cabby let go of Wendy’s head and pulled his cock out of her mouth and then Herb pulled out of her and as the two men rolled her over I heard Wendy cry:

 “Oh no, please don’t stop, please don’t stop” and as Herb repositioned himself I saw why my Aunt Mary put up with him - he had the biggest cock that I’d ever seen that wasn’t attached to an animal.  Long, I’d guess about eleven inches, fat, and at that moment very hard.  Wendy was looking up at him and begging:

 “Please, please hurry.  I need you back in me.  Fuck me, please hurry up and fuck me.”

Herb put the head of his cock against her pussy lips and drove home.  Her hands came up to Herb’s shoulders and she grabbed onto him as her legs came up and locked behind his.  Her pleas to be fucked were cut off when the cab driver pushed his hard on into her mouth, but I could still hear her moans.  Another couple of minutes and I heard Herb say:

 “I hope you have protection baby because here I come.”

 I saw Wendy fight to pull her mouth off the cabby’s dick, “No, please no, don’t cum in me, please don’t cum in me,” but even from across the hall I could tell it was too late, Herb had already buried his seed in her.

 I heard (or maybe I just imagined that I heard) a ‘pop’ similar to the noise a cork makes coming out of a champagne bottle when Herb pulled his cock out of Wendy and I heard Herb tell the driver that it was his turn.  The driver quickly moved between her legs and started fucking her while Herb moved up near Wendy’s head and said:

 “Here sweetie, clean me off.”

 Wendy started licking and sucking Herb’s dick and I was surprised to see how much of it she could get in her little mouth.  Three minutes went by and then the cab driver said, “Here I cum honey” but Wendy didn’t say anything.  Either she thought that it didn’t matter now that Herb had cum in her or she was so enamored with Herb’s large cock that she wasn’t paying attention to the cab driver.  When the cabby was done he lifted himself off her and looked at his watch.

 “She is one hot fuck and I’d like to do her again, but her husband is going to come home sooner or later.”

Herb said, “Okay, let’s take her to my place.” 

The driver said “But what will happen when her husband gets home and finds that she’s not here?’

 Herb laughed and said, “Who gives a fuck.  It’s her problem, not ours.  Look at the way she’s hanging onto my cock.  That’s all she cares about right now.”

  And it was true!  Every time Herb tried to move away from Wendy, she latched onto his dick with both hands and tried to pull him back to her mouth.

  “We’ll take her to my place and fuck her until we get tired of her and then you can bring her back and drop her out front.  Help me put her dress back on her.  I’ll drive the cab and you can fuck her on the back seat on the way over to my place.”

 Wendy made no protest as they dressed her and then hustled her out to the cab.  I was watching from the bedroom window as they got into the cab and before it had pulled away from the curb I saw Wendy’s legs come up in the back seat as she took on the driver again.  As they disappeared down the street I wondered when she’d come back and what she would have to say.  And I wondered even more about what I would.