Anyone living in the northeast during the ice storm of '98 will never forget how most of us were left without power for up to a week. Having a 2-year-old at home, my wife and I found ourselves in a situation where we had no choice but to ask someone fortunate enough to still have electricity if we could spend a few days. This story is about what I experienced that weekend, one that I swear will be embedded in my mind forever.
I began dating Jen back in high school, during a time when all my friends were too busy taking out tall blondes just to impress one other I met a pretty little dark-complicated brunette, only 5'2" tall and weighing around 125 lbs. Of course, the first thing the guys noticed about my future wife is her plump 34DD breasts which are so fucking noticeable on her little girlish frame. The fact that Jen has always loved to wear tight clothing even to this day has brought thousands of stares and a few unexpected naughty comments from complete strangers over the years, so it's easy to say how my little princess has learned over this period of time how guys love the size of her heavy breasts and she has never been shy to admit this fact.
On numerous occasions Jen will come home from work telling me how she must have caught every guy in the place eyeball her chest when they thought she didn't notice, but obviously wearing tight shirts that literally cling to the rounds of her enormous breasts will always bring that attention. My wife works as a data entry clerk at this telemarketing place out of Portsmouth, and since her shift consists of 14 males and only 1 other female there isn't any question in my mind how much "attention" my little Jenny must be receiving. 26 years old at the time, my princess was the oldest out of a shift that consisted mostly of horny college kids making good money selling junk over the phone. Working 40 hours a week with the same 15 people I'm sure my wife must have felt a social bond with them, so when she heard how one of these punks was inviting everyone without power to come stay at his place for the duration Jen gladly accepted.
Though we could've spent the weekend at one of my buddy's house, Jen insisted we spend the weekend with this co-worker of hers since she would feel more comfortable staying with someone she knew. Besides, all of her other co-workers would be spending the weekend at Ray's house too since he was only one of a few people who had power but also had a huge home. Like all the other young punks my wife works with, Ray was one of several kids taking advantage of the money he was making selling products over the phone and putting it into renting a "party house" for the other guys to use whenever they wanted.
We packed what we needed to last a weekend, figuring we could always go back home on Monday to pick up more things if we needed, but the transition was hard for our son Taylor since he never met anyone who was there. All of my wife's co-workers showed up and they did their best to make Taylor feel comfortable, but the blaring music coming from the stereo system was scaring the hell out of him. I brought my son upstairs into a small unoccupied room we would be sleeping in over the weekend, where I told Jen I'd play with Taylor until he was ready for bed so she could have a good time with her friends without having to worry about our son fussing. About an hour later I decided to lay Taylor down a little early, into his port-a-crib where I was surprised to watch him fall asleep right away.
I didn't even reach the bottom of the stair case yet when I immediately noticed my wife encircled by all of her friends, passing around a lit joint which surprised the hell out of me because Jen left that shit behind in high school. She had a mixed drink in one hand and just by the way she was stumbling I could easily tell she was already stoned and drunk out of her mind. I went over to her side but never once did I complain at what I was watching because I knew she was having a good time being with all her friends and my little pretty princess deserved it. She told me to get myself a drink but I refused knowing full well that if Taylor woke up someone had to take care of him. Jenny announced over the loud music that she would be right back, wanting to kiss our son goodnight and insisting that I stay with her co-workers downstairs so I could get to know everyone. I agreed, but found it difficult to strike up a conversation with guys 6 to 8 years younger than myself.
About 10 minutes had passed when I quickly noticed how everyone became totally silent and turned their heads over towards the staircase. I couldn't fucking believe it, there was my gorgeous wife standing there wearing a high-cut shirt that exposed her entire midriff section with a tight mini-skirt which clung to her hips and only covered half her thighs. I had no idea that Jen had packed or even bought such an outfit, her little shirt was just enough to cover her cock-teasing tits and if it wasn't for the bra she was wearing I'm positive the bottom globes of her breasts would have easily been revealed.
My wife always wears a bikini in the summer so it wasn't the fact that she was exposing a lot of skin that disturbed me, she knew there would be a house full of guys here this weekend and she went out to be this sexy outfit just for them. I got over it quick however, my little angel never gets out much and if dressing sexy was helping her have a good time it was well worth it.
As the night passed and after some (but not all) of the guys wanted something else to do besides socialize and flirt with my wife, I was asked if I wanted to play some poker for money. Me and 3 other guys went into the kitchen leaving behind the 2 girls with the rest of the boys and Ray introduced a deck of cards. My wife stopped in to visit us from time to time, her eyes totally bloodshot asking if anyone of us wanted to join the others in sharing a joint. The stakes were getting too high, everyone had a good portion of their earnings in the pot so of course no one left. But the time came when we all had over $100 each on the pot, and since that was all that I had taken with me I was forced to beg these assholes that we stop raising and end the hand. It was what Ray said next that really pissed me off, and all because of his fucking remark I was forced to watch at what would change my life forever.
Just as my wife was "strutting" back into the room Ray immediately brought up to Jen's attention how I had run out of money. Obviously trying to look "cool" in front of his friends, the fucking punk then suggested to my wife that if she took her little top off that should be enough to cover any of my remaining bets. "That's my fucking wife you're talking to, pal," I blurted out as I stood from my seat.
