"You get your turn when we go to the Carousel next time." I know," Ashley sighed. "It's just that it's so long..." Brad laughed."Yeah, it's been almos... a week and a half since your last time," he said without sympathy."Well..." Ashley said, almost whining. "Sometimes it's really boring, you know?" No, I haven't got there yet," Brad replied. "I'm having a hell of a good time and I thought you were too," he said."I know," Ashley said quickly. "Me too... but we could do something... else... you. Then wine goblet in hand I returned to the dining room and joined the others, eating and drinking our way through the huge meal.I should add that drinking was ubiquitous in London in those days; everyone seemed to have a drink in their hand. This partly reflects the fact that alcohol was safer to drink than the water, then too, life was hard and many drank to forget their troubles.With the housekeeper and manservant gone we began to get somewhat frolicsome, kissing the ladies and fondling them. Three of the guys wearing shorts also had noting on underneath and were now sporting large erections after seeing my wife’s tits. She was very interested and made sure to spend ample time looking hard and commenting about their tools. Now she asked if she could win it all back and all of the guys agreed to another round with the same rules. This time the rule was again changed that everyone who got naked had to stay that way until they were sober enough to leave our house the next day. The next. She was still passed out. Her skirt was hiked up to her stomach, her pink panties bunched up on the bed next to her shoulder; he was fucking her. I grabbed the son-of-a-bitch by the back of the neck and jerked him away from Irene. His cock pulled out of her when he fell to his ass. I kicked him in the ribs and was ready to throw the cocksucker out the window but held back; I couldn’t kill him, that had serious consequences. I dragged him by an arm out of the room, to the door and shoved him.