
Originally Posted by
winstanley
You lost your wife about a quarter of an hour after arriving at the party. Some time later you decided you needed to find her, but in the busy crowded ground floor rooms she was nowhere to be seen. You couldn't find her on the first floor either, so you made you way up to the top floor. Something drew you to the end of the landing and a half-open door. Even before you got there the slurping and moaning noises made it pretty clear what you were going to find, but ... hoping against hope you convinced yourself your beautiful, loyal wife wouldn't be involved. It was, therefore, a shock to turn the corner and see her kneeling naked before ... your boss / your friend / your brother / your host's 70-yr-old father / one of the young waiters ... her head bobbing up and down as she enthusiastically serviced his tool.