This is another true story of a wild night, only a few years into our marriage. We hope you enjoy and please let us know by voting or commenting. She really likes reading about whether people like hearing about our escapades.
Erin, while a fun loving person who enjoys her alcohol and weed, does not dabble in other drugs, or at least had not tried anything else until one fateful evening, years ago.
One of Erin's oldest friends, Elizabeth, was a very social lady and was connected to people in all walks of life, from professionals to gangsters and whores, to movie stars and more. Elizabeth enjoyed entertaining and throwing parties and often got invited to parties herself.
One Friday after I got home from work, Erin excitedly greeted me at the door and mentioned that we'd been invited to attend a Mardi Gras party with Elizabeth at one of her friends homes the next night. I'm not a big partier but I did enjoy the odd one and with Erin being so excited about the possibility, I simply could not say no.
Saturday rolled around and we did the regular, groceries, a few other errands, and buying Erin a new outfit. Erin didn't want me to see what she chose until the party so I went and did some other shopping while she bought her outfit.
The party wasn't starting until 8pm and Elizabeth was always one to be fashionably late, so the plan was to arrive at 10pm and we would be picking Elizabeth up on the way. Erin came downstairs to leave wearing her new outfit, a very short black skirt with a matching, very low-cut sleeveless top which nearly exposed her tiny areola, and black high heels shoes. With her long red hair and pale skin, the contrast of her outfit was stunning and to be quite honest, she looked like a hooker, but an incredibly sexy one at the same time.
We went to Elizabeth's home to pick her up. It was decided, by me, that I would be the designated sober driver for the evening, not something I generally liked to do because dealing with drunk people when you're sober can be anything but fun, but I really wanted Erin to have fun so I volunteered for the job.
Elizabeth got into the truck, stunning as always. She had long brown hair, a beautiful face, an expensive chest and was always well put together, although all the years of living the party lifestyle had put a few extra pounds on her. Regardless, she was still beautiful. She wore a pair of short shorts, a tight top and knee-high boots. It was hard not to notice how hot she looked also.
Elizabeth directed us to her friends home, a fairly long drive to the countryside. When we pulled up the driveway we were truly impressed. The large, expensive looking home was secluded on acreage and very private with large mature hedges all around. We approached the front door and noticed it was open already and the music could be felt well before we got there.
Elizabeth lead the way inside. There were people partying all over the house already and most were not feeling any pain. The main floor had a living room, which transitioned into a pool table or games area, then a bar, leading to large doors to the back yard where there was a large eating area and an in-ground pool.
Once we got outside, the hosts saw Elizabeth and ran over to her, hugging her tightly in turn. Elizabeth introduced us to Ron and Brenda. Ron was a bit meek but nice, and Brenda was very outgoing, with a chest to match Elizabeth's. The girls all immediately took off for drinks, leaving Ron and myself to chat.
Very shortly after, I heard lots of hollering and turned to see what the commotion was about. On the 2nd floor, there was a large balcony facing the back yard and there were a half dozen women lined up on it. The hollering was from below, from both men and women who were egging the balcony-goers on. Not having been to Mardi Gras myself before, it took me a moment to realize what was happening until the girls on the balcony started to lift their shirts and the spectators below started to throw bead necklaces up to them. I certainly appreciated the view. I don't think there was a girl up there who didn't have a decent chest.
Ron took me inside to the bar where he poured me a drink, which I was going to nurse for the night. When he handed it to me, he then asked what Erin would like to drink. I suggested a rum and Coke. Ron smiled and nodded and pulled out a glass, putting a few ice cubes into it, then a splash of cola. He then reached into his pocket and produced a package full of small clear baggies. Ron pulled one of the baggies out and, while making small talk with me, poured the powder into the glass, then poured in some rum and more cola before mixing the drink. I was immediately concerned about him spiking her drink and asked Ron what the powder was and he laughed, replying, "Don't worry, it's Molly. Almost everyone here has already had some. It's a low dose. She'll just have more fun, and the sex you'll have with her later will be amazing."
I really wasn't okay with him spiking my wife's drink, but looking around the room, everyone was having a great time and the prospect of even better sex with Erin later was hard to turn down, although I already considered her amazing in bed. I was really torn and was about to suggest that I would ask Erin first when suddenly she appeared beside me and Ron handed her the drink. Before I could stop her or say anything, Erin downed most of the drink and Ron quickly made her another rum and Coke, minus the MDMA.
When Erin gets drinking, especially at a party, she tends to float around and have a lot of fun, leaving me to fend for myself. I don't mind this though. I'm more an introvert but I can hold my own and I don't like the thought of holding Erin back from having fun so I simply accept that we will be in the same place, but doing different things.
I played some pool and chatted with a few of the other guests, helping Ron with bartending and food, although I didn't give out any "special ingredients". I did notice that many of the guests were pretty high looking, dancing a lot, making out a lot, and generally having a great time. I hadn't seen Erin in a while when she plopped down next to me and gave me a big kiss which turned into making out for a few minutes. I guessed that Ron's Molly was doing the trick and making her extra horny, not something she generally needs help with but something I certainly didn't mind.
