I had been grinding away at the divestiture document for nearly ten days. There had been numerous conference calls between the States and the UK and I was nearing completion but I still had a ways to go. I was wearing out but the work needed to be completed.
My wife Sue was a bit upset with my lack of attention on her. Since it was a Saturday and I continued to be hunkered down in my home office all day coming up for air just for lunch and a quick walk around the neighborhood.
Sue popped her head into my office and reminded me that she was heading out with her girlfriends. "Hey Bill, I'm heading out with the girls and should be back around ten or eleven. Hey, did you hear me?"
I knew she was miffed at the lack of attention but I really pissed her off when I did not even acknowledge the warning that she was heading out.
"Sorry Sue, yes I remember and I'll see you this evening. Have fun and a great time," I replied to Sue who was already outside my door that she did not close completely.
The ladies were putting on their coats since February in Cleveland is not exactly balmy beach weather.
Trudy spoke up first. "You didn't tell him where we are going? Ohmygod! He better not find out."
Trudy's comment piqued my interest.
I listened a bit more closely.
Mary and Alexis were rummaging around for the invitation. Trudy jumped on the two verbally. "Honestly, if doesn't vibrate, lick or fill a pussy, you two have no idea what to do or where to find it."
'Got it. Found them," Mary announced.
"Thank God," Sue said.
Alexis chimed in adding more fuel to the fire that Sue would like to burn me with, "Sue, you'll get to see more cocks tonight than if Bill were to be naked forever."
Trudy slapped Alexis on the ass and concluded the dialog with, "Let's go see what Sue's been missing lately."
The door closed with a thud. It had me thinking about that life-work balance. I quit as a partner from a large firm a few years ago to run a small practice out of the house and spend more time at home, not at or with the client's.
I turned my attention to the documents, my computer, and my calculator. I was lost in work again.
The same thud that ended the girl's last conversation announced their arrival. When they left the house, they were sober. Wherever they went and whatever they did, it caused them to be drunk.
THUD! The door swung open and all four were laughing and falling over themselves.
As a peace offering, I ordered pizza just in case they were hungry and left it on the kitchen island. The ladies went through the garage into the house and past my office door. I left it as when they left, slightly open.
They were so engrossed at the event they were at this evening that they forgot that I was working at home.
They were definitely drunk. I could tell by the way they slurred their words, their loud voices, and their banging into one another and the walls. I stood in my doorway looking down the hall listening to their conversation, smiling and shaking my head.
"Hey ladies!" Sue announced. "Head on down to the family room and I'll get some drinks."
"Bring your DVD's that you bought. We got our's," Trudy shouted to Sue as though they were a half-mile apart rather than the ten feet that separated them.
Mary and Alexis were right behind Trudy giggling. Alexis, giggling, mentioned to Mary and Trudy, "How did you like that one guy's cock? It was huge! I never knew a guy could cum so much."
So that's where they went. They went to the male revue. I found out later that this was not quite true.
The three ladies made it down to the family room without bumping into one another or crashing into a wall. Sue wobbled behind them with three bottles of wine. My bet was that they already had consumed more than three bottles.
I followed behind Sue from a safe distance. The last time this opportunity came along, I got caught, stripped, shaved, and other fun things, namely writing my name with my own cum.
Mary loaded the first DVD into the player and Trudy hit the play button. A menu cam up and I tried to read it without getting busted.
Alexis squealed "Let's try Measuring and see what's there!" Trudy moved the cursor to Measuring and the DVD began to play.
A second menu was on the screen and the choices were Cut, Uncut or Mixed. The ladies selected Mixed.
The next scene was loud and a female announcer came blaring over the wide-screen television. "Turn it down or do you want Bill to know what we were up to?" hushed Sue. "Boy would he be pissed if he knew that we went to a private jerk-off party."
The female announcer was in mid sentence due to the ladies arguing. "...well, yes, they are nude, hard, and they do what you tell them. If you want them to stroke, they stroke. If you want them to shoot, they'll shoot their eye out." A roar from the all women crowd on the DVD could be heard.
"For you ladies playing the games at home, let's get started. If you really want to make it fun and you're with people you like and trust, dares and wages always make it more interesting," the announcer continued.
The female announcer continued. "To help you get started and get loose and drunk, here is a game we like." The scene flashed a bar scene somewhere in Florida or California with beaches, palm trees, and semi-naked people.
"It goes something like this. We show you some pictures of clothed men. Your job is to guess who has the biggest dick. Place your bets and the next scene is of them unclothed with their measurements above their head. If you are the closest, you win. Now for your poor compatriot's who guessed wrong, well we either suggest all the losers do a shot of tequila or something else. Matter of fact, our favorite drinks are blowjobs."
The laughter from the DVD mingled with the laughter in the family room.
Sue spoke up first. "Let's bag the wine and go for tequila. Everyone up for that?"
All three gave a resounding "you bet" and Sue was back to the kitchen for the tequila, salt, and limes.
I was able to duck into the front of the house. Sue was so plastered, she couldn't see straight anyway.
Sue returned with the necessary items and spread them out on the coffee table.
"Alright ladies, shall we begin?" Trudy asked.
"Bring on the dicks!" Mary yelled.
Trudy hit the play button and evening's festivities continued from one private party to the next.
The first scene flashed on the screen. It was a bar somewhere in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida spring break. A female announcer was instructing the college men to stand and turn-around in their baggy swim shorts. It was difficult to tell how big their equipment was with the baggy shorts.
All four ladies were using whatever reasoning skills they had through their inebriation to make a logical selection. The screen flipped to a five second timer and the original female announcer cam back.
"This is a toughie so we'll give you some help," she announced.
