Chapter 43

It was hard for me to believe that in just a week Jacqui was getting married. I couldn’t believe it was arriving so quickly. I was more than a little afraid of my emotions watching her being married to another man when I knew I was still in love with her. There wasn’t a thing I could do about it though. We’d both known from the beginning that she and I had no long-term future together.

I’d thought about inviting Ginger and Eric for the weekend. I wanted to have another weekend with her, but I knew it was already going to be emotional enough without having another girlfriend with me. Maybe that actually would have been a good thing to distract me, but I’d decided against it and hadn’t even mentioned the idea to Michelle.

I got off work at noon Thursday and we drove as far as Missoula, Montana. There are two routes we could take, either the freeway through Spokane, or a two-lane, twisty road over Lolo Pass. We love scenic roads, so Lolo Pass it was. We’d been that way one time years ago, on our way home from Yellowstone and loved it. There’s a gorgeous picnic park at the summit where we stopped to enjoy the scenery and make a sandwich for a snack.

Most of the pretty mountainous scenery is on the South side of the pass. After we went over the summit, about seventy-five miles from Missoula, it turned into farms, gradually getting into a little more densely packed residential area as we got closer to town. It was still pretty, but nothing like the North side of the summit.

We got into Missoula about seven that evening and checked into the Best Western. One of our favorite restaurants is the Golden Corral. We don’t have one at home, so we look for one when we travel. Fortunately, there is one in Missoula, so that’s where we decided to eat dinner. Mostly I love their desserts!

Friday, we drove the rest of the way into Great Falls, about another four hours. We’d slept in a little and had breakfast in the hotel, so didn’t get to the Hampton Inn in Great Falls until almost three in the afternoon. They’d reserved several rooms for out-of-towners there so that’s where we were staying. The rehearsal was scheduled at seven so we had plenty of time to get a little rest. I didn’t plan to go to the rehearsal for two reasons: I didn’t have any part in the ceremony; and I didn’t want to see Jacqui until the wedding itself.

We lay down for a short nap before Michelle got up and started getting ready. She wore a pair of blue jeans and tan-colored, silk blouse. It wasn’t too overtly sexy, but the lacy bra and panties underneath them were. The wedding was going to be at the Columbus Center, about fifteen minutes from the hotel, so she left at six-thirty. I spent the evening watching TV and reading.

Michelle called a little after eight and said she was going to Jacqui’s bachelorette party so wouldn’t be back until late. I turned the TV off at eleven after some show I was watching on National Geographic about seals. I’m not sure what time it was, but I was awakened with knocking on our door. It took me a few minutes to register what it was. I stumbled out of bed, slipped on my pants that were on the floor and opened the door. Michelle was standing outside, her hair a mess and her blouse buttoned in the wrong button holes. She stepped in, grabbed me and gave me a wet, sloppy, open-mouth kiss. Besides my cock growing six inches in length within a few seconds, I tasted the very strong taste of alcohol on my wife’s lips.

I was totally amazed, asking her, “Sweetheart, are you drunk?”

“I dunno, don’t tink so.” She giggled, “Maybe teeny, tiny bit.” If you’re read very many of my stories, you know that neither Michelle or I drink, except for a glass or two of wine very rarely. I had never in my life up to that point seen my wife actually drunk!

“I wanna fuck you, maybe you fuck me,” she blurted out. Who was I to deny my gorgeous, drunk wife her wishes? I led her to the bed and unbuttoned her blouse, pulling it off of her. Somehow, during the evening she’d misplaced her sexy bra. Then I undid her blue jeans and pulled them off, leaving her with nothing on but her tiny, lacy panties. I lay her back on the bed and very briefly sucked a nipple in my mouth getting a groan out of Michelle and her fingers pulling at my hair.

I’d just awakened and had to relieve myself, so told her I’d be right back. I hate it when the urge to pee hits so hard all of a sudden when there’s much better things to do! I went in the bathroom and tried to go, but it was difficult with my steel-rod cock. Guys, I’m sure you can relate to getting that pump primed when there’s so much pressure blocking the pipe. My drunk wife yelled in at me, “Hurry up, I’m horny and needs to fuck bad!”

I finally finished and went back in the other room with my beautiful wife. I was so damn horny and anxious because I’d never made love with a drunk, horny woman and was more than curious what it’d be like. Unfortunately, by the time I was back with her, she was totally passed out on the bed. I tried to wake her up, but she was completely out. Crap! I thought. Here I was horny as hell with a horny, but my wife was unconscious and not a thing I could do about it. Simply fucking a warm female body didn’t appeal to me in the least bit, even one as gloriously sexy and beautiful as my wife’s.

I put her under the covers and climbed in beside her hoping that maybe she’d wake up during the night sometime. No such luck ... I woke up in the morning and it didn’t look like she’d moved an inch from where I’d put her the night before. I checked and she was still breathing and her heart beating, so left her where she was and went down to get myself some breakfast. The wedding was at five that afternoon, and the bridesmaids were supposed to be at the Columbus Center at two to get dressed and pictures, so she’d have a little time to recover after she regained consciousness.

I ate down in the breakfast nook of the hotel and debated about taking Michelle some food back up to the room, but decided it’d be good for her to walk downstairs and get her own. When I got back to our room, she still hadn’t wiggled, so I shook her to wake her up. The poor girl finally started moaning and thrashing around a little bit, so I knew she was still alive.

She struggled to get her eyes open and finally one eye opened and looked at me like I was a creature from the deep. I couldn’t help myself but laugh a little bit at her so she rolled away from me and covered her head with a pillow. “Sweetheart,” I said to her, “You need to wake up, there’s things you need to do today.”

“Ohh, why did you try to kill me last night then?”

“Umm, I don’t think that was me that tried to kill you. You came to me this way. I didn’t have a thing to do with it.”

“Go away and let me die this morning then.” Then she apparently realized how she was currently dressed, almost naked, and peeked out from under the pillow. “I didn’t come from the party exactly like this, did I?”

I thought about telling her that she had, but decided maybe valor would be a better tact. “Well, not exactly ... you had lost your bra somewhere though.” Then I asked her, “What the hell kind of a party did you go to last night? What happened?”

It took her a little bit to answer, probably trying to remember. “Tina, do you remember Tina that Jacqui used to work with?” She didn’t give me any time to answer, but yes I did remember her. “It was her fault. She brought a bunch of liquor and hired a male stripper. I remember him getting down to nothing but his thong and giving Jacqui a lap dance, but after that it gets a little hazy.”

“Okay sweetheart, how much did you drink?”

“I don’t know. I thought I was just going to have one drink, but it never seemed to get empty.”

“So you don’t remember how you lost your bra?”

“I’m not sure. I kind of remember us girls daring each other to get topless and have pictures taken with him.” She paused a little bit then, “Oh shit, pictures ... I don’t remember if anyone actually took pictures or not, we were all getting so wasted.”

I bet some women would be checking their cell phones that morning and deleting some pictures off of them. “Where’s your cell phone?” I asked her.

She groaned, “I don’t know, maybe in my purse. Did I bring it with me?” I looked around and found it upside down next to the bed. The cell phone was there and I checked her photo gallery.

“Maybe you better take a look at these,” I told her. I scrolled through several pictures of apparently drunk women wrapped all over an almost naked guy. Michelle was grabbing at her phone trying to get it away from me. My wife was the only one completely topless, one picture with her nipple in his mouth. I recognize Tina with her bra on, and one other woman I didn’t recognize at all. I stopped scrolling at the picture with Jacqui in it. She hadn’t taken the dare and had all her clothes on. She was even more beautiful than I remembered from so long ago.

I’d been struggling to look at the pictures with Michelle still grabbing at the phone, and after looking at the picture of Jacqui, let her grab it. She looked at the pictures and started moaning, “Oh God, No. I didn’t!”

“Actually, my sweet, it looks to me like you did,” laughing at her embarrassment. She started deleting pictures.

“Where was this party? How did you get back here?” I asked her.

“It was down the hall, I don’t know which room. I have no idea how I found my way back.”

“You mean it was here, in the hotel?”

“Mmhmm, down that-a-way, I think.” She pointed to her right. “I need some aspirin.”

“We don’t have any. I don’t think we had exactly planned on you having a hang-over this morning. I’ll run downstairs and see if they have any. You can jump in the shower while I’m gone.”

“Oh, thank you!”

“Do you want me to bring you back up some food or can you go downstairs after you shower?”

“I’ll try to go down, but some orange juice would be nice please.” She finally put her feet on the floor and tried standing. I waited until she’d wobbled into the bathroom and I heard the shower water running before leaving for her aspirin and orange juice. I couldn’t help but laugh on my way downstairs, my wife had gotten drunk, lost most of her clothes and had a hang-over! Who knows what else she’d done. I bet that stripper had enjoyed himself as much as the girls had.

I retrieved her aspirin and orange juice. The aspirins cost five dollars for a little package of ten, but I was pretty sure Michelle would think it was worth it. She was still in the shower when I got back upstairs, so I checked to make sure she was okay. The view of my naked wife behind the shower curtain wasn’t the reason I peeked ... or stood in the door watching for several minutes, promise.

It’s a good thing hotels have large water heaters. Michelle must have drained a good share of it all by herself that morning. When she finally did exit the bathroom, she said she felt much better. She still took the aspirin ... darn good thing she did after I paid five dollars for them! She dressed and I took her down to the lobby for breakfast. Afterward, she said she was feeling much better, actually became fairly certain that she’d survive through the day.

Michelle wanted to check on the other girls, but wasn’t sure which room anyone was in, so decided to wait until they were at the wedding to find out if everyone survived. We went back to our room, and Michelle spent another hour soaking in the tub before getting ready for the wedding.

The bridesmaid dresses were all at the Columbus Center where the wedding was going to be, so she wore a simple blouse and skirt. I did get a chance to see her matching light lavender panties and strapless bra. I couldn’t help but wonder if it’d be me taking them off of her that night or some other lucky guy.