Dave called in the late afternoon on Monday, inviting us to his 33rd birthday party. It was always an event where there were lots of children running around wildly and beer flowed freely. I didn't like the wild children aspect but it was always a good party with good people. So naturally, I agreed.
He asked if he could speak to my husband, his childhood friend, DJ. I just stopped in my tracks and said, "DJ doesn't live here anymore, Dave." He laughed and asked why.
I didn't have all the reasons settled out myself so I began to ramble, tearing up. Finally, I ended on, "...you can contact him at work though." I recited his work number by memory as DJ hadn't had the chance to get a new home phone yet. We made our goodbyes and hung up.
Around the middle of the week, I called DJ and he confirmed that we were both expected at the party. Dave had expressed surprise at me wanting to come back since I really didn't have to. I was not going to give up the chance of free beer and hanging out with good friends, even if they all seemed to have crazy kids. (DJ and I hadn't managed to successfully have children and thinking back, this was a good thing. I didn't seem to have the patience they required.)
On Saturday, they picked us up at our house. It was doubtful that we were coming back anytime that day, if we had our way. Everyone would be too drunk to drive. DJ and I were wearing our usual black outfits, he in a shorts and a tee-shirt outfit and I was wearing a pair of slacks and a nice cotton wrap shirt that showed off my more than ample cleavage nicely.
When I got into the car, I noticed that Di was wearing short cut-offs and a black cami with her bra straps showing defiantly, she was driving. Dave was wearing his usual skateboard shorts and a tee over them, with a very familiar devilishly grin. He asked if we were ready to go, we said, "Yes!!" as I put on my shoes, giggling. He laughed and touched Di's thigh as she started the minivan.
We talked about the usual stuff; jobs, kids, what everyone was doing, Dave's band and their recent fallout, what a beautiful day it was. Dave's band had just broken up because of the guitarists had decided that they didn't like what was happening, so they formed another band. That was another reason for the party, they were auditioning a few guitarists to see if they liked the material and were in sync with the rest of the band. Dave and Mike were the only remaining members but that was the drummer and lead singer. Guitarists were a dime a dozen anyway.
Dave laughed at this and Di shook her head in agreement.
I noticed we didn't talk about the recent break-up and honestly, I was happy to have things back to normal for a short time. I smiled at DJ and he returned an equally pleased smile back to me, reaching to rub my back.
We were the first ones to arrive at the party with the hosts and help unload the extras they picked up at the store. Di and I had fun setting out the chips and pop as DJ and Dave fired up the grill. I was very surprised to notice that sometime in the summer they had gotten a nice sized pool, it looked very inviting.
Di started up the grill and put the meat on it as people were showing up; friends and family. We went upstairs and got the salads, deviled eggs as the brats, hot dogs and hamburgers were finishing. Soon, we had the whole lunch set out before us and we invited the birthday boy to get his meal first. He blushed and smiled again as he got his food, then we all dug in.
I got a nicely grilled brat and hamburger with some deviled eggs (my secret weakness at picnics) with a pint of beer. I found a comfy chair and sat at the end of the table, DJ sat at the end next to me. The rest of the party gathered around the table with their chairs in a rough semi-circle. Drinks were served and we ate very well, some of going back for seconds of beer, brats or, in my case, deviled eggs. *^_^*
Di was serving a drink she called a Bomb Pop; it had raspberry lemonade with vodka in it. She offered it to me but I wasn't drinking anything harder than beer. I was already buzzing and was only on my second. DJ was helping me occasionally too.
When Di's mom and dad showed up, we all welcomed them and offered them food. They ate and her mom accepted a Bomb Pop but winced at the vodka that had settled to the bottom. Soon she was queasy and got up hastily, after that Di's dad, Rick made his apologies because his wife was not feeling well. We waved good-bye sadly, he always had excellent stories.
It was like that was the unofficial sign to break up the party. Mike was still trying out guitarist and they retired to band room to put them through their paces and try them on similar stuff. He took his bubblegum girlfriend with him and then it left us with Di, Dave and the kids. The kids wanted to go swimming so we watched them frolic in the water, trying to splash us.
DJ went over and splashed both of them in return, that started a splash fight that DJ came back with a wet tee-shirt and a happy satisfied smile with a job well-done. I smiled and asked him to refill my cup for the third time, I noticed he drank half of it before he served it to me. Splashing is thirsty work.
At the kids got out of the pool, Di spirited them away upstairs with their other grandmother so that they could watch videos. When she came back, Dave and DJ had stretched out on their chairs and I was rubbing my eyes, feeling sleepy with the beer and sunshine. As Di danced down the stairs, all three of us watched her breasts sway slightly with the bounce off of each stair. She smiled when she reached the bottom and we smiled back openly, inviting her to sit down with us.
Before she could reach the table, the guitarist fingered a familiar rift of Blue October's "Balance Beam." Di's eyes went wide and her hips caught the rhythm as she began to dance. She giggled childishly and enticed her husband to join her. I heard him make a strange remark, that is why he was a drummer because he didn't have to dance much that way. She giggled again and pulled him close to just sway with the song.
"Madam?" DJ had sat up and offered his hand to me. I got up as gracefully as I could manage with my buzz on. He entwined his hand around my waist and swayed gently with the song, which was definitely not a swaying song. I looked over at Dave and Di, they were swaying also--Dave's head with on her chest and she was rubbing the back of his head. His eyes were closed and he looked like he was supremely enjoying the attention. His eyes opened and he grinned at me.
I put my arms around DJ's neck and looked back at him lazily, my eyes still heavy. Dave mouthed, you wanna trade? I raised an eyebrow and he nodded against her mildly massive breasts. He released Di with a kiss and one of his trademark 'I am up to no good' smiles. She went to get a drink and settle into her seat as Dave tapped DJ on the shoulder. DJ was lost in the scent of my hair, which he missed dearly from the feeling. Dave tapped again, a bit sharper as he said quietly, "Excuse me. May the birthday boy break in?" DJ released me and offered my hand to Dave. I curtsied and allowed myself to be gathered up in his arms.
He exclaimed, "It's nice to dance with someone my size for once!" He as taller than me by a few inches.
DJ spoke up saying, "I would love to lay against her chest like that though!" We all giggled.
"Me too!" I said as Di showed me a grin that said, she would not mind either.
The song ended and they were just noodling around so we took our seats at the table.
Dave looked at me and said, in the straightest face he could manage, "I would really like Lexie to give me one of her wonderful blow jobs for my birthday."
I gasped, knowing that DJ talked about my oral talents but I never dreamed they would be called upon. I shot a quick look at Di and she was nodding slowly, licking her lips thoughtfully. I looked at DJ also and he had a strange smile that told me that he was up for anything. We had discussed this scenario and knew he wouldn't have a problem with it; he had always had a thing for Di's amazonian body.
So, turning to Dave, I said with a grin of my own, "Really?"
He just nodded and I saw his cock was beginning to show through his shorts. I scooted my chair so we were knee to knee, I bent to his lap and my breasts were laying against his thighs, he moaned slightly with the view he had. I grabbed the button-fly and pulled it apart, reaching my hand into his boxers. My hand found his velvety softness thicker than I thought he would have but gently, I pulled it away from the restriction. He moaned a little louder and I looked at Di; she was behind him, playing with his hair, helpfully. Her eyes were very interested as I was satisfied that I did this with her permission.
My soft hands worked his thick cock to full mast, which surprised me. For a short guy, he was hung like a small horse. I smiled at the challenge as my hands kneaded his flesh to hardness, exciting him more. I leaned over and kissed his cock on the top as he exhaled loudly. My tongue found its way around the head and underneath it, licking it steadily. I stayed on the head, not taking it any further as I teased him with my teeth.
I was surprised to feel a hand gently on my neck, pushing me down onto Dave's cock. I looked up and Dave was lost to this world, thoroughly enjoying his birthday present. Di was not where she was before, I looked up and directly into her eyes as she pushed me gently down onto his cock again. I opened up wide and let her control me, as the saliva slipped out of my mouth in compensation for the thick cock I was getting mouth fucked by. Her fingers began to massage my neck so I would relax. She controlled my depth to his tastes that she knew so well.
