My feverish mind wouldn’t let me get an exact calculation of it, but I said to Brandie, “If you had sex with 29 men tonight, you must have been having sex almost constantly the whole night long! How did you have time to get drunk?”
She looked at me kind of quizzically, like she was confused about what I meant and why I would say that, because she had been there, and she obviously knew she hadn’t been having sex, “constantly”, all night long.
I could tell that in her drunken state she didn’t understand me, so I said, “At 15 minutes with each of 29 men, I don’t have the exact figure, but that must have taken a looooong time,” I drug out the word long, to give it emphasis and make her understand what I meant.
It hit her, what I meant, “Oh. No. I wasn’t having sex all the time. Most of the guys didn’t take the whole 15 minutes. I did several of them two at a time and those should have taken 30 minutes, but in reality, they probably didn’t take much more than the 15. The one guy that paid for 30 minutes took his whole 30. The last 8 guys I did, gang-banged me all at once, that’s where I got most of this dried cum in my hair and on my clothes. Emily was the time keeper,” my wife laughed at that thought and continued, “I did all of them in the women’s bathroom except the last 8 that gang-banged me, Howard had closed the bar by then so we just did that out in the bar…”
My drunken wife was rambling, and I wanted to know what Emily being the time keeper had to do with what she was trying to tell me, so I interrupted her and said, “What’s Emily being the time keeper got to do with this?”
“Oh! Well she was suppose to knock on the bathroom door when we were down to 3 minutes and then really pound on it at the end of 15, to make sure none of the guys went over their time limit, but she only had to give a couple of 3 minute warnings and only had to pound on the door, for the first guy, and the guy who paid for 30 minutes, so these guys weren’t taking 15 minutes every time,” Brandie was having difficulty speaking clearly and coherently, she was rambling, really drunk, and pretty sleepy.
I knew I wasn’t going to get too many more details about this tonight, but I wanted to know one more thing. “How did this all get started,” I asked?
Then swinging her legs to the side and sitting up on the couch, leaning back against the back cushions, my wife started to ramble, “One guy offered me $50 bucks for 15 minutes with me in the bathroom and I was just buzzed enough to say, OK, what the heck, and so we had sex, then a few minutes later another guy paid $50 bucks for his 15 minutes and I said what the heck, and after that it just got rolling and I didn’t know how to stop it.”
I wanted to ask her more, but my fever was beginning to overtake my sexual arousal, which had only lasted a few minutes, and I knew Brandie needed a shower and some sleep. I told her to go take a shower and we would go to bed and talk more about this when the sun came up. After her shower, my wife got in the bed with her hair still wet, (she never does that), and she was asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow. Despite the fact that I had slept almost all night already, and that I had all the images of my wife in my head having sex with 29 bikers in a bar, my fever made me fall asleep pretty damn quickly as well.