After the party_(2)

My very first ever attempt at a story (based on a long held fantasy). Please let me know what you think. Thanks.



It had been three weeks since moving into their new house and so she had reluctantly agreed the football team could have its night at their place and enjoy the new bbq and pool.

As the evening began she thought it was going well. The house looked fantastic, the decorator had done a fantastic job, and she was the centre of attention in the large kitchen area and most seemed to be taking advantage of the new pool.

Jacqui had never had a lot to do with her husbands sports so knew very little of those who would be attending. But out of the corner of her eye she noticed one she did, not only a sporting buddy but also a work mate of her husbands, Evan.

In Evan god had created the precise reason married women realise why they aren’t so badly off. Nothing more than average looking he was simply a chauvinistic pig and asshole as most of the wives called him. Jacqui doubted there was a female at the party he had not made a lame and blunt pass at one time or another.

In nine years Jacqui didn’t think any girlfriend ever lasted more than a month but he was also never without one on his arm. In the dozens of times they had met before he had without exception always treated the younger girls like objects, slaves even, never equals. Not exactly a wife’s first choice for her husbands best friend.

This evening was of the same picture, far too young, far too pretty and far too intelligent and yet his first words on entering the kitchen to her were “Get me a beer” and off she went obediently.

The party went well, and Jacqui had enjoyed her evening, mostly because she managed to stay away from her own drunken husband and his womanising friend. As the last of the guests were beginning to leave she found her husband talking to Evan on the kitchen, from the immediate look she could tell he was past drunk. He couldn’t stand straight and was leaning with his shoulder on the fridge, his speech had the distinct slur and was rambling from topic to topic.

In the other end of the kitchen was Evan’s girlfriend of the moment looking bored and impatient. Jacqui offered her a drink and she accepted brightly, glad of someone to talk too.

“How are things with Evan and you?”

“Well, I guess they are okay” she replied, it’s just sometimes he can be…” her thoughts lost as she gulped her drink.

“A dick?” Jacqui offered.

“Oh you know about it then?” she began laughing

“Um no.. sorry I must have missed something here” Jacqui said questioningly.

The girl placed her drink on the table and took Jacqui’s hands, looking straight into her eyes and said “Evan is one of the least grateful people I know, he’s a pig I know. But he has a huge cock and the confidence to use it”

“I know you all must think I’m dumb but I’m not, I know he cheats on me, and I know I don’t deserve to be spoken to like he does. But when he decided to fuck me… he fucks like a demon… oh god.. what am I saying, sorry”

With that little conversation Jacqui knew she was indeed too innocent for him, far too young and far, far too inexperienced. If she thought he was a great lover she had not slept around enough herself.

And now she was ending the evening with the thoughts of this young attractive girl being fucked silly by that wanker standing in her kitchen.

God what a way to end the night she thought.

“Evan, time to go” she called as she stood and walked to the door.

Looking over he rolled his eyes and said “If you want to go, fuck off then, I’m staying with my mate. I’ll message you when I’m ready to be picked up”

She stood there looking apologetically at Jacqui, without looking Evan this time called out to he “Go will you, I’ll call you when I need you.” And with that she left silently.

She looked into the kitchen as Evan and her husband kept drinking, Evan pouring and him drinking them. When finally she had waved goodbye to the last couple she went to look for her husband.

She eventually found him, being helped.. Well dragged if she was honest, up the stairs to towards the bedrooms.

“Great” Jacqui said coolly

Evan laughed, “He is great value isn’t he? He is totally wasted.”

Jacqui helped as best she could manoeuvre her husbands frame up the remaining stairs and onto the top of the bed covers. She removed his he’s then decided it wasn’t worth the struggle with the rest of his clothing and left him as he fell.

As she descended the stairs she heard the clink of wine glasses, she went to the front door expecting Evan would realise it was time to leave. He walked into the foyer past Jacqui and sat down on the lounge with a new bottle of wine and glasses.

“We’re saving that” Jacqui said

Evan looked briefly, shrugged and opened it pouring two glasses. Holding one to Jacqui she took it from his hand and drank it. Evan poured more into her glass nearly overflowing it.

“Look, thanks for helping get him up the stairs” Jacqui began.

“No problems, he’s a mate.. gods we’ve known each other forever it seems. And we work together now too, but..”

“But?, you were getting along fine getting him drunk”

“Ah… he deserves the hangover he’ll get”

“What do you mean?” asked Jacqui filling her glass and emptying the bottle.

“Look, we’ve been friends for years but lately he’s changed. You think Im an asshole? “ Evan waved Jacqui’s reply away, “And that’s fine but honey your husband is becoming worse. All he does since he got the new position is brag about the money, the new house, the new cars, the dinner with the board members.”

“Oh come on, that’s not like him”

“Yeah, well he even brags about you.