As the plane descended into Ft. Lauderdale, I could tell that Carrie was becoming more excited. My company always had their sales meetings in early March, when it was still miserable in Michigan, so she looked forward to the opportunity to get away for a long weekend. I'm tied up in meetings most of the time, but she had gotten to know some of the other wives and always had a nice time. This year would be no exception; the huge resort selected was top notch and the company went all out on these meetings.
Carrie and the other wives she knew took full advantage of the resort's amenities, hanging out at the beautifully landscaped adult pool, perusing the world class shopping, using the health spa services, and just relaxing. Spouses were invited for the catered meals, and I did have a little free time to spend with her. For Saturday, the final night, a big band had been booked and a dance floor brought into the large ballroom where dinner would be served.
After my meetings on Saturday, I met Carrie in our room to change into our evening attire. I wore a dark suit, as usual. Carrie selected a little black dress and wore her pearls. She looked very elegant. At 45, she still had the figure to wear the short, snug fitting dress. As I complimented her on her looks, I gave her a playful slap on the rump and gave her a big kiss.
"Hey, have you started drinking already?" I asked.
"The girls ordered a bottle of wine at the pool, so I had a couple of small glasses," Carrie replied.
"OK, well, take it easy. It's going to be a long night."
In the eighteen years we had been together, I'd actually only seen her drink too much a couple of times, but she felt really bad the next day when she did. She was petite, so even two or three glasses of wine in the course of an evening could make her tipsy.
When we got to the ballroom, there was an hour of mingling before dinner. I ordered a soda water and Carrie ordered a glass of wine. When I raised my eyebrow, she said, "Don't worry, I'll only have one."
Of course, every time her glass ran low, a waiter appeared to refresh it. By the time we sat down to dinner, she'd had enough, and I asked her to stop drinking.
"OK, I'll just have one glass with dinner and then quit," Carrie said.
After dinner, we began to mingle, and I introduced Carrie to my colleagues who didn't already know her. I was proud of her good looks and figure, and enjoyed introducing her. When I got involved in a long conversation with several executives and vendors, Carrie drifted away. I got an occasional glimpse of her dancing with the other girls or with one of the men. Since I never danced and had no interest in doing so, I was glad that she had someone else to dance with. She wasn't much of a dancer either, but she was having fun.
As the party began to wind down, I started looking around for Carrie but couldn't find her. It was 10:30, and she'd had too much to drink, so I presumed she was in our room. I checked, but she wasn't there. Going back to the ballroom, I asked some of the other wives if they'd seen her, but they had assumed she had gone to bed.
"Oh, maybe so," I said, although I knew she hadn't. "I guess I'll go to bed too. Goodnight."
I began searching through the lounges and restaurants that were still open, growing more concerned by the minute. They were all crowded so it took some time, but I looked through every one of them. No sign of Carrie. Now I was getting worried.
"Maybe she went outside to get some air and clear her head," I thought. I exited the hotel and walked all around it, searching the various pools and sitting areas outside. There was a large hot tub near the adult pool that was crowded with men. As I neared the hot tub, my heart sank into my stomach as I noticed Carrie's black dress slung across one of the chaise loungers. "What the hell?" I thought, quickening my pace.
When I got to the hot tub, I saw about twenty athletic young men crowded into a tub meant for no more than twelve. There were black, white and Hispanic boys, apparently one of the college baseball teams that were staying at the hotel for a tournament that was being played nearby. It was also apparent that Carrie was the entertainment. She was the only woman in the tub, and she was sitting on the lap of one of the young men. Her arms disappeared under the bubbles in the direction of the crotches of the two men on either side of her, while the man whose lap she was on had his hands under her butt, lifting her up and down. No doubt he was rubbing his dick on her butt to get his jollies. Some of the men's swim trunks were scattered on the deck, and Carrie's bra was floating in the hot tub. The man to her right was playing with her titties.
"What the hell are you doing?" I shouted angrily at Carrie.
"Jim!" Carrie giggled. "Come on in, the water's fine."
"What are you doing in there? Get out!" At this, the men in the pool started booing and told me to beat it.
"I can't," Carrie slurred. "We're playing a game my friends taught me, and I'm only about halfway through. It's called Carrie-go-round. I have to work back around to the steps."
"What are you doing without your bra?"
"Everybody else was topless," Carrie explained, much to the delight of the men, who roared with laughter at that.
The man she was sitting on grunted and wrapped his arms tightly around Carrie's chest as he began to spasm. As soon as he did, the man to her right said, "My turn!" and grabbed Carrie, pulling her onto his lap.
My face turned bright red with anger and jealousy. I would have killed every one of those men on the spot if I could have. I reached for Carrie to pull her out of the tub, but a large Hispanic kid grabbed my hand and pulled hard. It was all I could do to keep from being pulled into the tub in my suit, and I came down hard on the deck, ripping my trousers and bloodying my knee.
"What's wrong, don't you want to come in and play," said the man.
He was no longer laughing, and had a menacing glare. I had no chance in the tub with all those athletes. But I didn't want to leave my drunken wife alone with these men while I went all the way back into the hotel to get security. I felt helpless as I watched Carrie's new partner position her over his crotch and lower her down and back up repeatedly.
"Carrie, get out of there," I yelled.
As I tried to reach past the men to grab her arm, the Hispanic man grabbed my tie and yanked, pulling me flat on the deck. He wrapped my tie around his hand and held it, preventing me from getting up. I reached for his face, trying to claw at his eyes or anything I could reach to get him to let go of me. He grabbed my hair with his free hand and dunked my head under water. I wasn't ready for that, and hadn't had a chance to take a breath. I tore at his hand to release his grip, but he just held my head stronger. As I ran out of breath, my struggles became weaker. Finally, as it seemed as though I would drown, he lifted my head. I gasped, trying to regain my breath.
Putting his face inches from mine, he said, "Listen dude. You're going to upset the lady. We wouldn't want that, now would we? I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to let you breath, but you gotta shut up and lay still. Otherwise, you're gonna go swimming again. Comprende?"
"YOU listen, you son of a bitch," I said, but that's as much as I got out before he dunked me again. Once again, I hadn't had a chance to take a breath, and he held me under even longer this time. After releasing all my air, I took a lot of water in my nose and mouth, and he finally let me up. Water flowed out of my nose and mouth, and it seemed forever before I was able to get any air. Finally, gasping and wheezing, I was able to breath again. That had been close. I had no strength to do anything except lie there. In the position I was in, it was even difficult to bend my neck up to see what was going on.
Carrie was now on a different man, and seemed to have forgotten that I had ever been there. She reached under the water toward the crotch of the man who she'd just gotten off, and said, "Hey, you're little now. What happened?"
That got a big laugh from the crowd.
"Oooh, you're big," she said, turning to the man who was now on her right.
