Chapter 14 - Working Wives

JOE BARLOW

Thanks to the GPS, Rachel and I reach the high, iron gates of ‘Cloverleaf Links’ golf club with five minutes to spare. We pass through those gates and on the parking lot search for a space among rows of mostly sleeker, mostly bigger cars than ours. Many lay bathed in gleaming reflections from the overhead floodlights. Shadows dance across them too though as well as over the asphalt surface, and the shifting contrast of light and dark matches the curdling in my gut.

The old men who own these cars are in that two-story building waiting for a pair of young women to come and entertain them. A couple of hotwives, prepared to strip off their clothes and pleasure absolutely any of them. Probably even all of them if the men want it. Who knows what Barrett has promised his seedy buddies, and what he’ll expect my wife to do for her money?

Has he told everyone that the ‘strippers’ husbands will be with them?’

My chest hurts.

I pull into a space some distance from the entrance. I didn’t see Kev’s car on the way in, but I could have missed it.

I glance across at Rachel as she studies her lips and golden-brown hair on her phone. Hair that she’s let down again and tidied after giving head to Phil earlier. She sucked him off only minutes after that same thick cock of his had been up the new girl.

How many more men will my wife’s lovely mouth and body cause to ejaculate tonight before we get home?

The ‘best mouth that ever worked Traders’, Phil called it.

My dick shifts in my pants.

“Wait, Rach,” I say, and before she can leave the car I reach across for her arm. I peer out through the windscreen toward the building entrance, then over my shoulder and out of the window that side. Then with nothing else but empty cars and the night in sight, I reach down for the front of her low-cut red dress. I ease the stretchy hem a little further up her warm thighs.

“Joe? What are you doing?” She asks with a nervous-sounding laugh.

I lean closer to her and ease my hand further under the thin fabric. I touch her bare pussy lips. Her panties are still in her shoulder bag after she took them off outside Traders.

“Joe...” she murmurs and then she too peers out and around us.

Given what she’s come here to do, her modesty or concern are both probably pretty absurd.

I trace my fingers lightly around the entrance of her waxed, bare slit.

“Mmm,” she murmurs and parts her legs some more.

I ease my index finger inside her a little and let the tip graze the moist nub of her clit.

“Joe, stop it, I’ll get too horny, she whispers.

“Exactly,” I ease both fingers deeper into her and she moans. My dick firms in my pants, “I want to see you gagging for it when you’re in there.” I work my fingers inside her and she tries to kiss me.

I don’t let her, but I smile at her. Then I withdraw my fingers and hand and Rachel gasps.

I grin at her and tidy the hem and front of her dress for her.

“I hate you, Joe Barlow,” she frowns a me but then she laughs.

Outside the car, the air is cold, with a breeze rustling through trees that stand beyond the parking lot and a fence. That must be where the ‘greens’ or whatever are. I do know though, that in this heightened state, it sounds like the trees are whispering about who we are and what my wife has come here to do. For other men.

Rachel holds my hand and we hurry past the other parked cars in a rush to get to the entrance and inside to where it’s hopefully a whole lot warmer.

Closer to it and the ‘clubhouse’ is clearly wooden, and doesn’t look anything like as prestigious as the one where Walden and a few of the other bulls usually play.

Not for the first time, I wonder about Evie’s real motivation for getting involved tonight too. Whether it was borne solely out of wanting to help Rachel out. Whether Evie wants to be able to claim to Richmond that she played a part in bringing Rachel back to Traders. With Sophie. If they do eventually return. Or whether Evie’s here because she had so much fun in a double act of her own with Rachel when they sucked those two studs off outside the club the other week.

But then again, maybe Kev and his wife just couldn’t keep away from a potential gang bang. Even on her night off from Traders. Maybe they’re even more addicted than me.

I wonder if Kev will jack off tonight though, or if he’ll keep it in his pants and ‘save it’ for when he gets home, like he usually says.

Maybe he’ll have a chastity belt on again and not admit it.

The entrance to the clubhouse building is unlocked and when I tug the door open we find the other couple just inside it, with the goateed, and overweight Walden.

The latter leans up against a wall on his phone right next to a glass-fronted trophy cabinet that’s stuffed with silverware, plaques, and photographs.

“Yes, yes of course dear, you too. You have a good evening,” he hangs up and rolls his eyes at us.

Tonight, Evie has waves in her honey-blonde hair, and a fitted, cream dress that shows her slim but sensationally curvy figure. She wears even higher heels than Rachel. Both wives’ legs look amazing. The girls hug one another before Walden reaches for Rachel.

And then, while Kev shakes my hand, Barrett gets a grip of my wife and embraces her. He kisses both sides of her face, and as he does, one of his fat hands roams freely over the back and sides of her red dress, squeezing and feeling her plump ass and her hips right in front of the three of us.

My breath sticks in my chest.

Kev looks like his face is burning up too.

“I’ve just been telling this pair,” Walden releases Rachel and gestures at the other couple, “We’re in the smaller of the function rooms upstairs. There’s a big game on TV at the moment. The guys want to watch that, so you two girls can do your first spot at the break. In around ten minutes. Then your main spot will be at the end of the game. Twenty-six guys. Myself included.”

Twenty-six? With only my wife and Evie?

“How long is the break, Walden,” Rachel asks and she looks a lot more stressed and flushed than Kev’s wife.

Is she worried about her weight again? Maybe now, in comparison with Evie’s slimmer figure.

“Only a quarter hour,” Walden wraps one arm around Rachel’s waist and then the other around Kev’s wife’s, “I’ll leave the exact details of what you do upstairs to the guests and to the pair of you. Just make sure the birthday boy - Keith - is kept especially happy all night. I’ll introduce you to him. After your first session, you can use the showers in the changing rooms if you need to. You can get yourselves a drink or whatever and prepare for your main act at the end of the game.”

“The second session will be longer, I’m guessing?” Rachel asks.

“It better be,” Walden slaps her behind and she squeals.

“Your second one will last as long as the birthday boy is conscious,” Walden grins, “The owner of this club is a friend of mine so we can stay into the early hours.”

The ‘early hours’? Rachel will likely be red raw by the time twenty-six men have finished with her and Evie.

My dick stiffens in my pants.

“I’ve got some ideas for routines could do,” Evie says to Rachel, and then both girls giggle.

“We’ve got you some help up there though,” Walden smiles, “Two other couples.”

Kev frowns at me.

“Who..,” I start to say but Walden cuts me short.

“The other girls are mainly here to serve drinks,” Walden shrugs and gestures us all to the stairs with his eyes, “and for window dressing. To get the guys upstairs in the right mood to enjoy you sexy pair perform. Joe and Rachel have met Carol before and we also have a slender young thing named Sandra. Someone your Mr. Coyle kindly loaned me for the evening. Even if he doesn’t know you two are on the menu as well,” Walden says with a self-satisfied smirk.

I’ve heard him mention Richmond’s ‘Sandra’ before. I’m sure of it.

“Wait,” Evie stops on the stairs, “Richmond’s coming?”

“Of course not,” Walden shakes his head and laughs, “He’s loaned me a young couple he’s currently breaking-in. Said that a sub session serving drinks will help with their ‘development’,” Walden gestures us upward again, “But naturally his Lordship gave a long list of do’s and don’ts for them too,” Walden wheezes a bit as we climb the stairs.

“Do we have outfits to wear?” Rachel asks as we reach a landing with rows of framed certificates or awards on the wooden walls and photographs of golfers posed with irons or drivers or whatever the fuck they’re called. There’s a corridor to our right and lights, laughter, and shouting from beyond double doors dead ahead.

“You’ve brought your outfits with you,” Walden grins at our wives.

Rachel’s brow furrows and she glances at Evie.

“Birthday suits and high heels are all you’ll need girls,” he laughs and smacks their asses one after the other.

Fuck.

“Changing rooms are down that corridor,” Walden says to our wives and points down the gloomy passageway with its dour linoleum floor, “So you can get nude in there. Unless you’d rather do a striptease for the guys, instead?” he leaves Rachel’s ass alone and rubs his goatee, “Trouble is with that though, you’d need to be careful those nice dresses don’t end up covered in jizz once you get into the main room.”

I swallow hard and glance at Kev. He returns my look with a tight smile but his mouth twitches. More laughter from beyond the double doors.

“So shall we just take everything off in the changing rooms, Rache?” Evie asks my wife.

“You’ll be back in there later to freshen up,” Walden shrugs, “And, so you boys don’t feel completely useless,” he looks down his fat nose at me and then at Kev, “I’ll introduce you to the guys and the other couples.”

Introduce us to the men he’s whoring our wives out to?

“And then we’ll try and find the pair of you something useful to do,” he laughs, “Besides playing with your wieners, that is.”

Rachel kisses my cheek and Evie does the same to Kev, then I watch their round butts wiggle as the girls totter down the corridor together with their high heels clicking over the lino as they go.

My gut clenches.

“Ready you two?” Walden asks me and Kev and gestures us toward the double doors right in front.

Inside the brightly lit function room, it’s a whole lot noisier than it sounded on the other side of those doors. There’s a bar on the far side of the room with two people working it but no customers around it. Old guys are seated and standing in dinner suits and sports jackets, chattering away or baying and waving beer bottles and short glasses at an enormous TV screen. The game is in progress and for a moment Kev stops to look at the screen. Above us, and suspended from the ceiling in the center of the room, is a cluster of those mirror balls. None of them are moving but maybe they’ll start later, if the lights in here get dimmed when our wives appear.

Away to the left of most of the guests and the TV is an empty dance floor with a large red exercise mat spread out on it and further away still, several empty sofas. None of the men seem to notice us.

Walden pushes two fingers into his mouth and whistles.

A slender girl with long blonde hair and toned legs in a short black pencil skirt scurries towards us in low heels. She clutches an empty silver tray to her sheer white blouse.

“Sandra; say hello to Joe and Kevin,” Walden gestures at us.

Yes. I’ve seen her photo. Walden showed me and Rachel when we went to his shop that time.

“Good evening Sirs, could I please take your drinks orders?” The girl curtsies and she looks awkward but she’s pretty. Lovely green eyes and without much makeup. Her tits aren’t big but the tops of them and her white bra show clearly through the semi-sheer material of her blouse. “Your shirt is a lovely color, Sir,” she stammers as she speaks to Kev and she blushes a deep pink, “it really brings out the color of your eyes, Sir.”

Er, this is all a little weird.

“And your hair really suits you, Sir,” she addresses me but then hesitates before continuing, “My husband Rene would look nice with a similar longer style like that.”

“You don’t need to call these two ‘Sir,” Walden laughs at her, “or give them compliments. They’re with tonight’s sex workers.”

‘Sex workers?’ But how else would anyone describe our wives’ roles here tonight?

“Oh, I’m sorry, Sir,” the girl flushes and curtsies again.

“Boys, this is Sandra, she’s under strict instructions to give a fresh compliment to every guest, whenever she takes their drink order. Sandra is one of Richmond’s pet projects.”

“Hi,” I mumble and nod at her but my face burns. My cheeks are probably the same color as hers.

“And she is a ‘little pet’ too, aren’t you sweetie?” Walden runs a hand over what appears a firm behind.

“Yes Mr. Barrett Sir,” the girl murmurs and looks down.

“Had to tell all the guys that this one’s not for fucking though,” Walden shrugs and leans toward her neck where he inhales her. “But I can hardly complain. My Carol is under orders tonight too. Come on, I’ll introduce you to the little pet’s husband and let Kevin meet Carol.”

We follow Walden toward the bar, past the crowd of guys at the TV with their drinks and their chatter. Guys who will soon all meet our wives, most of them presumably for the first time, and with my Rachel and Evie both in the nude.

My cock throbs in my pants.

Walden explains that the ‘birthday boy’ has already had one ‘official’ 60th birthday bash, which Keith’s wife and those of the other men all attended along with family and other friends. This ‘additional private’ affair is a gift from Walden to one of his ‘oldest friends’. “Joe; you remember my Carol, here? Don’t you?” he says.

A curvy redhead looks up from drawing beer from a pump into a tall glass and she nods at at us. Her eyes return to her task. Green eyes like Sandra’s but maybe a brighter shade.

Shit, The last time I saw the busty older woman she was straddling Barrett topless at the back of his shop. And getting those huge tits and her face slapped around in the process. While he fucked her.

Tonight though, beyond the row of frothing full glasses of beer in front of her which she’s already poured and arranged on the countertop, Carol is less exposed. Even if the salmon-pink dress she’s wearing does have a plunging top. And even if she’s got an even brighter pink dog collar around her throat.

“Carol, this is Kevin, our other performer’s husband.”

On the other side the busty red-head (who’s probably the same age as Walden), a younger slim guy washes glasses at a sink.

“Rene; get over here and introduce yourself to Joe and Kevin,” Barrett yells at him above huge shouts from near the TV.

“Yes, Mr. Barrett, Sir,” the guy stops what he’s doing and comes to us. He greets us with a bow of his head. “Good evening gentlemen,” he says. I’m Rene, Sandra’s partner.”

“Richmond has him in chastity now,” Walden smirks and I side-eye Kev. “Right, carry on with your chores,” Walden dismisses Rene with a brusque wave of one hand. “Come on,” he says to me and Kev, “Let’s quickly show you Pantyboy. He’s on duty in the gents. Then I’ll set the pair of you away with a job each to so I can rejoin the party.”

‘Job?’ He’s kidding, right?

“Who the hell is Pantyboy?” Kev mutters to me as we follow Walden away from the bar towards signs for the washrooms.

“Carol’s husband,” I reply quietly, “A big guy, but he gets off on Walden treating him like crap.”

“Right,” Kev murmurs, like what I told him is no biggie. And in a situation like ours, and around men like Walden, I guess a man called ‘Pantyboy’ isn’t that unusual.

“Evie and I met that Sandra and Rene at Richmond’s apartment,” Kev says to me quietly as we follow Barrett, “I think Richmond was just getting started on them.”

“Ah, there you are Pantyboy,” Walden announces just inside the door to the men’s toilets.

“Yes Sir, Mr. Barrett Sir,” this time the big guy stands to attention near a row of basins and a basket of toiletries. And he’s in a fucking gimp mask. His otherwise bare body is obscured only by a pink chastity cage on his cock.

I don’t know how to react. But for a moment, I try to imagine how the guy must feel.

Below his black leather mask though with its pair of eye holes and unzipped mouth, there’s a thicker, collar than his wife’s. In the same gaudy pink color as hers.

“Kevin here has a chastity belt too, don’t you?” Walden smirks at my companion.

Kev turns scarlet but nods his head.

“You got it on tonight?” Walden peers at him.

Kev shakes his head but gets a dubious look from Barrett in return.

“Pantyboy’s main job tonight - besides giving everyone a laugh each time they take a piss - is to offer aftershaves or freshening towels to our guests,” Barrett grins, “Nice touch, don’t you think? Maybe we’ll incorporate something similar at Traders.”

I have no idea what to say. I don’t want to show the guy up any more than Walden is already. So I keep quiet. And Kev does too.

“Right,” Barrett checks his wristwatch and then claps his hands together, “The girls are due on any minute, and I need another drink. Let’s go.”

“I could do with the bathroom first,” I say and clear my throat.

“Better hurry up,” Walden sighs and gestures Kev out of the washrooms with him.

Maybe I should save it until Rachel appears with Evie in front of the men, but I can’t. I’ve seen too much already so far tonight. I’m fit to explode.

There are two booths and both are empty so I dash into one of them and shove down my pants.

I should probably try to be quiet jerking off in case Pantyboy hears me. But what would it matter if he did? I jerk fast. The poor guy’s dressed up like that for everyone to see while his wife pours drink after drink for all those dirty, boozy old men. A room full of them out there. All ready to grope my naked wife. And Kev’s too. I thrash my cock through my clenched fist. My wife’s taking all her clothes off, getting ready to show her body to a load of old guys. Fuck, Rachel. I work my cock fast. I imagine the effect my nude wife and Kev’s will have on a gang of men who’ve presumably been ‘let off the leash’ from their own wives for a night.

I splatter the pan in seconds.

And then when I have, and as I splash water on my face and wash my hands, that old familiar angst follows in pleasure’s wake. But I know that tonight there’s no choice other than to completely ignore the guilt and shame. They and the sense of dread I now feel are irrelevant. Rachel and I couldn’t face the consequences of leaving at this stage of the night.

She’d never be trusted by Walden or any other bull at Traders’ again. Barrett would make sure of it. Even if this is a private function and not something directly involved with Richmond. All hope of her ever getting a job there again would be gone for good. No one would trust her again. Probably not even Evie.

And along with any new Trader’s job would go the extra money. Which we could need sooner rather than later. Plus, for kicks, me and her would probably have to resort to the ‘hit and miss’ of her picking up strangers in bars.

I peer at myself in the mirror. Besides, the truth is, I need my wife to whore her body for bulls like Walden Barrett, Phil, and Richmond. Sick though that might make me. And right now, Rachel needs it too. To restore the confidence she had before she fell pregnant.

“See you later,”  I mumble to the guy in the gimp mask and he nods at me.

I return to the function room where the lights are lower now and the mirror balls rotating above. Everyone has left the TV alone. A summer vacation ad plays ignored on the screen. The men shout and cheer around the dance floor with their drinks.

Rachel?

I hurry over to everyone. Try to ease between a couple of them to see what’s happening.

Our naked wives lay head to head on their backs on the red exercise mat. Rachel’s high heels and toes pointed toward the opposite side of the dance floor from Evie’s.

Fuck.

The backs of their heads are raised a few inches from the floor, their parted knees raised even higher. It’s Evie who’s directly in front of me here, and legs splayed, she touches her exposed pussy with fingertips and painted fingernails. One guy watching slicks his hard dick through his fist. And it’s not Kev.

I need to get closer to Rachel on the other side.

I duck back out from between the two men on either side of me and hurry down and around the line of others to get nearer to my wife’s legs.

I ease my way through a couple of complaining guys there, get dirty looks, and even a shove in return as I do.

But then I’m close to Rachel’s high heels and ankles.

I gape at her hand moving between her legs, and the glimpse of glistening vagina.

“OK, if I have a taste of honey, honey?” a little old man with untidy gray hair leers down at my wife.

“Uh-huh, mmm,” Rachel murmurs and bites her bottom lip as she fingers herself.

The old man’s agility surprises me as he gets down to his knees alongside Rachel’s bare waist. He’s cat-called and laughed at by some of the other guys but he ignores the loud, lewd teasing. He leans his head and shoulders down over my wife’s right hip and then lowers his inverted face between her thighs.

Rachel moves her arms and hand out of the way and peers down at the back of his head.

She put more makeup on too before she came into the room.

“We got a diver!” Walden yells and guys laugh and one yells something about ‘Goggles’.

The ‘diver’ presses his face into Rachel’s pussy, so close that he looks like he’s inspecting her insides and her asshole. But his head moves and the slicking sounds above the laughter and a groan or two of disgust that punctuate the gentle purrs of pleasure from my Rachel prickle my balls all over again. The nameless man leans an arm over the inside of my wife’s right knee and her shin there as he tries to get his face or his tongue deeper.

I look away from him and up around the other spectators. Kev is almost opposite me, watching his own wife squirm on the floor as two men standing close to her now on the mat masturbate over her.

Rachel rests the back of her head right down on the red mat. Her eyes close and the mirror ball spinning above dapples relentless reflections over her flesh. Her upper arms spread out on the floor on either side of her, elbows bent with her forearms raised and fists clenched as the stranger laps at her.

My Rachel.

My cock shifts, hard in my pants.

“Mmm,” my wife moans, and now another wrinkly old man crouches on the other side of her. He reaches for her bare tits and gnarled hands massage her erect nipples.

A third with inhibitions apparently lost too now, squeezes down alongside her as well.

They can’t resist my wife.

I peer back at Kev and he isn’t jacking. Is he in chastity? Despite what he said about only trying it the one time?

I unzip and pull out my dick.

The little guy going down on Rachel shifts and straightens his position. His head and shoulders now are right between her legs, head nodding as he licks up the length of my wife’s vagina.

“We getting this little hussy back to Traders any time soon Wal?” someone murmurs and he must know my wife from Richmond’s club. And then there are four guys down on the floor with my wife, several others with Evie, including one knelt jacking in her face while she plays with his balls. Her nipples stand to attention and her tits are already striped with spent cum.

“I don’t know about that,” Walden murmurs and appraises our wives with his arms crossed.

I keep jerking. Keep watching my wife as she’s mauled and groped and licked and as she feels and fondles and kisses cocks that point at her from every direction. I tune out Walden who’s in conversation about my wife with someone and then talking about other girls at ‘the club’. Something about ‘Bella’ and someone called ‘Marcie.’

And the first of two men masturbating in my wife’s face cums over her with a groan.

Rachel reaches for that dick with semen glazing her cheeks and in her hair and dripping off her chin and she sucks it. She groans too as the little guy’s face perseveres between her legs.

I thrash my cock through my fist, I guess lasting longer this time because I came before.

Another man with a bottle of beer unsteady in one fist crouches and leans over Rachel’s chest. He sucks on one of her hard nipples and my wife, with her thighs still spread for the man down there, whines.

“Too much tit and ass on these two,” someone complains, “Can’t we have slim little Sandra over there stripped for action?”

“Forget that,” Walden says, “I’ve paid this pair.”

“I gotta cum,” another guy down on the mat with her and with his cock out works it right in Rachel’s face. Then supports his lower body right over her face with his palms planted on the floor beyond her head. Rachel, with a different cock in each little fist, leans up with a moan and takes this third hard-on into her mouth.

“You lovin’ this, birthday boy?” Some calls out.

Kev’s still not wanking.

“I will be when I’ve given this young tramp my load,” the guy with his cock down Rachel’s throat grunts over his shoulder.

My wife? A ‘little tramp’?

“Oh Rachel,” I murmur and I’m close to cumming again now as I jack. My wife is all but hidden by the backs of five, or even six men now, the same as Evie beyond her is too. I get the occasional glimpse of their tits sucked, or their fists and mouths full of cock and their squirming bodies spattered and sprayed with cum.

Rachel sucks another one hard, grunting and almost struggling to give pleasure as if her life depends on it. She keeps her head up as she devours the stumpy erection of a cursing pot-bellied guy straddling her face. He pushes flabby hips at her, buttocks bare now and clenching in front of the crowd as he fucks her head and throat.

I let go of my cock and concentrate to try to delay the inevitable. It spasms in front of me but I hold the orgasm off.

Rachel gags more than once but she doesn’t stop sucking and slurping. She splutters and squirms and she moans and it’s not easy to catch sight of her at all anymore as she’s mauled and she’s bitten and licked and sprayed. I move around some to try and see better and at least I’m far from the only guy with his dick out in this room. Although there are still some, presumably too ‘shy’ to get involved.

Kev for one.

Two different men suck on Rachel’s tits. Another thrusts between her legs, slapping down hard into her and fucking her. Several times I almost panic for her. But she sucks another cock too and masturbates one as well.

“Open your mouth wide, you whore,” the dick is yanked from her mouth and thrashed in her face.

Rachel’s mouth gapes for it and she struggles to lean forward around the other guy who’s screwing her, but the two other men sucking at her tits weigh her down and hold her back.

Oh God, Rachel. Is that what you are? A whore? My wife the whore. I beat again in a heated frenzy.

Rachel moans and her tongue flicks the tip of the thick dick that's in her face, her jaws wide in readiness.

He strokes as fast as me, wiping the underside of his tool on her lips and her tongue as she gasps and pants for it.

I cum in my hands.

His first squirt stripes her eyelid and he aims his cock at her like a weapon. The second, third, and fourth strings of snotty cum spray inside her mouth, they splatter her lips, her nose, and even into her eyes. Another threads through her golden-brown hair.

“Mmm, that’s a lot,” My wife murmurs and smiles, and with still half-closed eyes she reaches out and caresses his sagging bare behind.

“Show your husband,” Walden says and Rachel murmurs, her head lifts a little and framed by smeared, running makeup her spattered gray-blue eyes try to pick me out of the crowd.

And then another load from someone else squirts across her tits and throat.

“Which one’s her husband?” Someone asks and laughs.

“Joe, you want to find out if the birthday boy is ready for another drink now he’s finished with your wife?” Walden smirks at me and eyes my wilting cock which is still in my hands, “I don’t think little Sandra will come anywhere near us at the moment. You can take Keith’s order to her at the bar.”

I peer beyond my heavily used wife and beyond Evie too. Kev’s wife lays under his dazed but watchful eye as she loudly fucked on all fours in her heels.

Near the bar, the slim, leggy Sandra stands wide-eyed looking over and chewing on a fingernail.

“Whiskey and ginger,” someone barks at me as Rachel too is mounted and Walden waves me away to the bar.

Author's Notes

What do you think of Rachel and Evie's behavior so far at the party? Should Joe and Kevin be at all concerned? Or should they just sit back and enjoy the ride? Maybe one or both husbands will start to believe that the wives are bad influences on one another..

 And what do you make of the other couples in service at the party?

It would be great to read your thoughts in the comments below.

Next week, the party continues. But this time from Kevin's point of view, and he discovers Walden Barrett's antics and demands are far from over..

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