I have a way of really pissing off my wife. It’s not that I do it intentionally, it just sort of happens and then the shit hits the fan. For several years now she has been after me to stop hosting the football beer drinking bashes that had grown to be a tradition in our home. In all actuality my friends did act like a bunch of high school punks when we got together and we all would end up drinking too much. The drinking was another sore subject with her. She wanted me to slow down. I had every intention of putting an end to the parties but, when the guys would all show up I never could tell them no.
The last several weeks had been going pretty smooth and things seemed to be in good shape between us. Debbie told me that if I had another blow out party she would have to really consider what her reaction would be. Debbie was American born but both her parents were Mexican. She carried some of her parents attributes with dark skin, jet black hair and tiny features. She had a pretty face, small tits (32A), a small tight ass and long slender legs. She stands about 5’6 and weighs 116 lbs. At 35 years old she is still in great shape with only a slight “pudge” on her belly as she called it. Otherwise she was firm all over.
I woke up on a Saturday morning and did not have any plans for the day. As Debbie an I sat around drinking coffee and talking after breakfast she said she wanted to go to the mall and to Lowes to pick some things up for the house. I agreed and our plan was set. At 10 AM. While Debbie was in the shower and getting ready for our errands the doorbell rang and six of my buddies were at the door. It was college bowl day and they were ready to party. They had bought a keg and were carrying it into the house as I tried to tell them I could not watch the games with them, I had promised my wife to take her shopping.
The guys all teased about my lack of attendance at any of the games the past few weeks and implied that Debbie had “pussy whipped” me. I told them that was not the case and they just proceeded to carry the keg down to my game room in the basement and act like I was not even there. They said let her go by herself. I really did want to watch the games and the smell of the keg alone already had me longing for a nice cold beer.
My basement was set up with memorabilia from our State University team and a large screen TV with a satellite receiver. I had a bar in one corner and a large couch, several tables and several recliners in the room focused on the TV. It was the perfect game party room. The keg was tapped and the pre-game show on by the time Debbie came down the steps asking if I was ready to go.
When she saw my buddies and the keg she went off. She accused me of lying to her and going back on my word. I tried to explain to her in vein that the guys had come over on their own and brought the beer. She wold not listen to me and stormed off cussing me. All my buddies had a good laugh at my expense and told me that if I wanted to go that they would hold the fort down. By that time I was pissed and got another beer and settled down to watch the first game.
As the afternoon wore on and the beer flowed and we got into the games we all got a little trashed. Debbie stormed down the stairs several times and ranted and raved at me for drinking, which only added fuel to my fire. By the time the third game was on most of us were plastered and talking about performing nasty acts on the college cheerleaders more than talking about the game. Debbie was indignant on her last trip down about our behavior and as she stormed around the room the alcohol and testosterone raging in the room made my mouth operate without going threw the brain. I told her “Oh shut up or put up.” Even as I said it I knew I had stepped over the line but the words just flowed out. All the guys heckled and called after her in their drunken state as she stormed back up the steps.
As Debbie came back down the stairs an hour later we were all saying about how we would give money to see a certain cute little cheerleader nude. The bid to see this girl strip and expose her ass and pussy was up to $100.00 and Debbie stepped in front of the TV. “You boys all must have more money than you have brains, why would you pay $100.00 to see her strip when you all have wives at home?”
The guys all went on about how they would pay to see her strip down and pose and how strange pussy was worth the money. Debbie looked directly at me and asked “So, would you pay to see her strip down in front of you?”
After my last outburst my brain had came back online and I decided silence was my best defense at that point. I just looked past her without saying a word acting like I was interested in the game. She paused for a moment and then turned to the other guys and said “How much would you pay me to strip down and pose?”
The guys all sat silent for a moment and then began telling how it was not the same, she was not a cheerleader or famous celebrity. JJ then piped up and said “I’ll give you $10 honey to strip down and let me have a look at your pussy and ass.”
