Chapter One Recap:
My wife Krista and I, along with three of her coworkers, are the only ones who made it down to the company retreat in Mexico. Krista learns about a prank her coworkers are playing on the intern, who is stuck back home in a blizzard with everyone else. They have convinced him that my conservative wife is a swinger and former stripper. Krista decides to go along with the gag, culminating in a very sexy and drunk night on the dance floor where she acted the part. Everyone got carried away and when we got back to our room, she treated me to the best sex we've ever had in our marriage.
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My hangover was one for the record books. I spent the morning trying to survive and reintroduce liquids into my body.
Krista was far better off, mainly because she woke up still drunk. The late night tequila shot had pushed her into blackout territory. There were big holes in her memory of the dancing. She remembered only fleeting glimpses of our epic sex, although her soreness confirmed the places my dick had been.
She was mortified and concerned she made an ass out of herself in front of her coworkers. I caught her up on the night's events but left some things out, trying to minimize her embarrassment. The last thing I wanted was to make her feel worse.
Around ten, we decided to meet the team by the pool cafe for some nourishment. Krista was starting to sober up and would face a crushing mid-day hangover if we didn't get ahead of it.
When we arrived, I saw that everyone else was in similar shape. Tucker was doing the best. But it was unclear if he was less hungover, or just better practiced at functioning with one.
No one was saying much and there was a lot of avoiding eye contact. A waiter came around and we placed our orders. Krista opted for a bloody mary to go with her chilaquiles, but I wasn't ready to stomach alcohol yet. Tucker whispered something to the waiter who nodded enthusiastically and headed to the kitchen.
Then Tucker spoke up. "Guys, we need to get our asses in gear and shake it off. Yes, everyone got super drunk last night. But, hey, we're all in the same boat." He looked around at each of us. "If you can't cut loose and blow off some steam with friends, then what the fuck?"
The motivational speech did little to ease my aching head. But Krista seemed to appreciate his words. We started to ease into small talk. The weather back home was still a mess and reports were that no one was getting out today, either.
Soon the waiter returned with a tray of five tequila shots and everyone groaned. "No fucking way," Joe mumbled.
"No!" Tucker commanded. "No one gets out of this. Not even you, dude," he said, looking in my direction. "Hair of the dog that bit you. It's the only way to turn this day around. You'll all be feeling fucking awesome in no time."
The shot glasses were handed out and Tucker raised his in the air. "To the nights we'll never remember, with the friends we'll never forget." Krista smiled warmly at the sentiment and raised her glass before tossing it down.
Despite every ounce of rational thought in my head, I joined the others in downing the shot. It burned in my throat and I knew immediately it wasn't going to stay down. I got up and hurried towards the restroom, but made it only as far as a potted plant along the path.
By the time I freshened up and returned, my wife and her coworkers were laughing and talking loudly. It sounded like they were howling about Theo's responses to the pictures from last night.
"You all right, kid?" Joe asked with sincere sympathy as I sat back down. I nodded sheepishly. Krista put her hand on my leg and gave me a look of compassion.
"We were just showing Krista the group chat," Tucker said. "Theo is losing his mind."
"You got some great pictures last night," Rob told me enthusiastically.
"Oh my God, I'm so embarrassed,'' Krista said and buried her face in her hands.
Joe was quick to speak up. "Don't be. You're amazing."
"Agreed," Tucker joined in. "It's all in good fun. You've handled it like a champ. Theo's the one who should be embarrassed!"
Krista's cheeks were flushed, her eyes still in her lap. "Look," she said, handing me Joe's phone. I scrolled up to the morning's texts in the chat.
THEO: How was last night?
TUCKER: Crazy
ROB: Dude, she is WILD!
THEO: What happened??
TUCKER: Show him, Rob
Rob had shared a photo in the group chat from the previous night's dance floor. It showed Krista and Tucker dancing together. She was folded at the waist with her hands on the floor, showing off her impressive flexibility. Tucker stood behind her, grabbing her hips. His crotch was pressed into the crevice of her ass, which was barely covered by her short dress.
THEO: Woah, dude! She let you grind on her?
In response, Rob sent another photo which showed a perverse conga line. Tucker was in back with his crotch mashed into Krista's ass, his arms around her torso. Her arms were around Joe. One hand was tweaking his nipple. The other reached down below his belt and was either on top of his package or right next to it. There was no way to tell. It was a detail that I had overlooked last night.
THEO: Holy shit, did she grab your junk, Joe?
JOE: A gentleman never tells.
Rob sent a third photo that showed Krista stepping out of her lacy black panties. Her dress rode up as she bent her leg, exposing a dangerous amount of her tan thigh and hip. The angle of the shot kept her modesty intact, barely.
THEO: You kidding me? She took off her panties??
TUCKER: Yep, sling-shotted them across the dance floor!
The fourth photo showed Krista straddling Tucker's leg. His hands were under her dress, clutching her bare ass cheeks. This lifted her dress, exposing her entire naked hip up to her waist. Behind Krista was Rob. His arms were wrapped around her body and in each hand he squeezed one of her firm breasts. His expression was that of a predator about to devour his prey.
THEO: NO WAY. YOU FELT HER TITS??!!
ROB: Buddy, you fucked up big time not being here. She let us do whatever we wanted. You probably could have fucked her right there on the dance floor.
The last picture showed Krista, Tucker, Rob and Joe together in a tangle of limbs. Someone's fist pulled the hem of her dress above her waist. Tucker's strong hand groped her bare ass. His fingers extended inside the cleft of her cheeks, possibly deep enough to reach her anus. Below his wrist, a red handprint was visible where she had been spanked.