1. Super Bowl Hangover


    Date: 1/23/2024, Categories: Loving Wives, Author: byAlTend 

    What's the remedy for this headache?

750 Word Project 2024

My wife and I took our turn to host the bi-weekly party, with our usual gang of five other couples, which was Super Bowl Sunday. Getting into the swing of things we started early, at 5:00, with a pre-game show warm up tail-gate bash, although we were actually hosting it in our condo.

At first, my wife and I were running our tails off making sure that everyone had their favourite libation topped up and the pot luck offerings presented to all of the obligatory oohs and ahhs - and requests for recipes, as well as the snack bowls re-filled. Things started to settle down a bit; the women had almost caught up on the latest gossip, and the men had thoroughly trashed each other's favourite team.

The game started. The libations continued to flow. As expected the men got engrossed in watching the action and trying to out shout each other explaining how they would have done some losing play or other better - if only they were the coach. Most of the women started to drift away, only paying attention if there was mention, or better yet shot - which the network was happy to provide - of a certain pop-star celebrity.

As usual, Buddy - who was one of those guys that thought his latest video camera was the neatest thing - began taking random clips of the increasingly drunken merrymaking. When the half-time show came on and everyone was gathered together in one spot staring at the TV, he took a pan shot capturing ...
    ... everyone - well almost. Then he put the camera down on an end table still going, as it turned out, capturing everyone's reaction to the show - he just left it there.

By this time everyone seemed to need a refill of their respective libation and I was 'busier than a blue-arsed-flea,' as an ex-pat Brit friend of mine used to say, getting everyone refreshed and the snack bowls filled. I was a bit annoyed that my wife was nowhere in sight to help. Once all that was taken care of, I realized I had a rather pressing need to use the washroom.

The door to the hall washroom was closed, so I assumed it was in use - otherwise it would be open so that people could find it. I figured, no problem, I'll just use the en-suite in the master bedroom.

The door to the master bedroom was closed. Not only that, but when I tried the handle I discovered it was locked.

WTF?

Then I heard it. The muffled, "Oh yes, oh yes!" that my wife always said when she was cumming.

I was stunned.

I stumbled back into the living room.

I did a mental roll call check of all the males present to figure out who the bastard was - the only one missing was my brother-in-law???

I had just assured myself that I would kill him, when he came strolling back into the room - the picture of innocence. I could hear the sound of a newly flushed toilet running in the background.

So, again,

WTF?

I knew my wife was pretty sloshed, we all were, but was she Jilling herself off in the middle of our ...
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