Shortly after high school I married my high school sweetheart, Pat. I then went to work at the local mill. A few months later my wife and I were invited to a pool party by my foreman, Mike.

Now my wife, is only five feet tall, but she has large tits and a nice round bottom. So when we arrived at the party she got quite a few stares from some of the other guys and their wives, including Mike. The party lasted late into the evening and we all had quite a bit to drink. Pat has a very low tolerance for liquor so she was barely able to stand. At about 10 PM Pat excused herself to go to the bathroom. I volunteered to help her, but she insisted that she didn't need any help.

After 15 minutes I got worried and went to look for her. I immediately went to check the bathroom. I was afraid Pat had passed out so I opened the door. Pat was leaning over the toilet, her tits were hanging down, and Mike was fucking her from behind. I punched Mike in the head, grabbed Pat, and left.

I never went back to the mill. To this day, Pat insists that she doesn't remember the incident. I'm not sure.